Not even "not better, just different"

At first, I thought it was kinda cool that I write more proficiently in Spanish than in English. Later, I was ashamed. Then, two days ago I was OK with it. Now I'm back to being chagrined, having just run the spell-checker (something I've never resorted to in my life) over a document, authored by CRG, that I'm translating. Some of my errors are typos, some are Spanish interference (consistently typing en for in), but some are just idiotic: infinite spellings of annhilating, patriarchical, appropiate...

Domingo de resurreción...

Parte del ritual dominical

Todo (¿?) terminó el domingo.

Marqué los exámenes de mis alumnos hoy en la mañana en Strada. Mandé las notas electrónicamente a mi supervisora al regresar a la casa. Terminé con un alto porcentaje de estudiantes con una nota de "A". En vez de felicitarme, me preocupo...pero las notas son las merecidas.

Me siento rara cuando trabajo en un café - no me gusta llevar el trabajo de mis estudiantes fuera de la oficina. En primer lugar, temo que voy a perder todo el taco de exámenes o composiciones. También experimento algo de culpa. Me siento tan irresponsable por no haber terminado mi trabajo antes. Y también hay el miedo irracional de que algún stalker va a ver el nombre de un/una estudiante mío/a y buscarlo/la -¡aunque estuviera en Berkeley...y no hay ninguna seña de identificación en los papeles...y aunque a nadie le importe un bledo lo que estoy haciendo! Otra cosita irracional - que a alguien se le occura mirar lo que estoy haciendo y que vaya a acertar, "Tsk, tsk. ¡Qué irresponsable es ésa! No sólo no terminó su trabajo durante horas de trabajo, sino ahora corre el riesgo de perder todo ese taco de trabajo estudiantil."

It all ended on a Sunday.*

I graded my students' exams this morning at Strada. I sent the grades electronically to my supervisor upon returning home. An unusually high percentage of my students got A's. Instead of being pleased, I'm worried...but they are earned fair and square.

It feels strange to work in the café...I don't like to take my students' work out of the office. In the first place, I'm afraid I'm going to lose a whole stack of exams or compositions. I also feel a little guilt, a little irresponsible for not having finished before. Then, there's that irrational fear that some stalker is going to see the names of my students and look for them, even though there's nothing to identify them or where they are...and even though no one really gives shit what I'm working on! I don't let that stop me, there's also the irrational thought that someone will look at what I'm working on and figure it out, "Tsk, tsk. How irresponsible! She didn't finish her work during work hours and now she's risking losing her students' papers by taking them out of her office."

*OK, that doesn't work in English because it's a play the title of Elena Poniatowska's Todo empezó el domingo (It All Started on a Sunday).