The Case of the Recursive Pile of Tests to Grade

Even after hours of grading, the pile does not diminish. It's like some sort of fiendish plot!

As an experiment, I set up a freshly opened and limed bottle of beer at my right hand, and the pile of tests at my left. (I soon came to regret the folly of this arrangement, as I will explain below.) Oddly, the more I drank, the emptier the bottle became. Yet the more I graded, the same-heighter the pile of tests became.

I also observed that my handwriting was exceptionally illegible. Further experimentation will be required to determine if this is due to a beer-induced state of inebriation or to the unpracticed use of my normally quiescent left hand.