The last two weeks of grading gave me a taste of what life might be like as an agent. I could never, ever be an agent.
School got out on Thursday, but here’s what I graded in the two weeks before that:
1. 66 Semester Finals
2. 48 Projects
3. 48 Speeches
4. 114 Essays
5. 66 Lincoln Douglas Debates
6. 48 Annotated Bibliographies
7. 114 Volunteer Work Verifications
My eyeballs almost fell out of my head. Here’s why I’ll never be an agent:
1. If I were an agent, the incoming assignments would never end- queries, partials, fulls, and client manuscripts. ACK!
2. I’d have to read a lot of the same stuff- vampires this week, angels the next, and who knows what else. Kind of like reading a gazillion essays on the Civil Rights Movement.
3. I hate rejecting people. Writing an F on someone’s paper stings. I’d imagine having to reject a manuscript, not to mention a gazillion queries, might also draw a little blood now and then.
4. I like my eyes. Reading that much just isn’t good for the retinas.
5. I’d have to be one of those agents who responds in a day or two. Otherwise, the pile of work starts to drive me crazier than I already am.
Let’s just say I’m glad summer has officially begun. I get to hang out in my garden, finish Draft #1 on Book #2, and read. A lot.
Happy summer everyone!