Cedric sits down to a stack of papers and feels good. There's a warm glow surrounding him, and he's proud that he finally beat the urge to procrastinate.
After a few essays, things already start to blur together, but he keeps moving. The sun is shining, and the coffee still hasn't eaten through his stomach lining.
Soon, he checks the pile--big mistake--and realizes he's only graded four. After four more, it's hard to focus. It's hard to see. It's hard to care.
After a few more, he starts talking to himself.
"You can do this," Cedric says, shaking his arms out at his sides. "Stretch it out. Here you go, big Ced. Just one, two, three, four, fix, six--six? still six?--more."
But it's not working. He's no longer on earth. He can't read, and he certainly can't decipher what it's all supposed to mean.
Time for a strawberry shortcake.
Don't worry, I did the rest for him. It's easy to grade when you've got sun, and flowers, and outdoor seating:
It also helps to surround yourself with as many colors and patterns as possible:
Cedric just needs to wear more floral.