me, the teacher

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So, I'm not currently teaching although I do have a teaching qualification which allows me to teach eleven to eighteen year olds if I so desire. I don't desire. I gave up teaching because I valued my evenings and weekends too much and the paperwork was getting in the way of them. My role at work is to support students in lessons and this suits me because I can use my skills without having the worry of full responsibility for the class. This involves keeping them on task and encouraging them to proofread their work and take a bit of responsibility for themselves, amongst other things. However, sometimes I get to use these skills at home. Husband is studying for a Business degree with the Open University and occasionally he allows me the thrill of marking his essays. Not often, but last night he allowed it. I had my bright pink highlighter in one hand and my ballpoint pen in the other and off I went. Nope, there shouldn't be an apostrophe there. That sentence is far too weird. Oh please, can you stop using the word 'however'! That 'in' needs to be an 'an'. Nice? Nice is not a word you should use in one of your final essays of the degree! The essay made no sense to me. It was all gobbledygook, full of business hoity-toity and strategic bits and bobs. But the marking of the English used was fun, as was the explaining to Husband - in my most bestest teacher voice - what and why he should change. If teaching didn't involve so much paperwork and so many hoops to jump through, I'd go back to it in an instant. But alas, it is not to be. *sigh*