We've all thought about it before. Usually the thought occurs when we're dog tired, underfed, our wrists splintering in carpal tunnel agony. And then we circle the four hundredth comma splice and cry, "WHY DIDN'T I GO INTO MATH INSTEAD?" Well, help has arrived. Now, for a small and highly reasonable fee, we can outsource our grading to qualified graders, all too happy to labor (I think they want food or something). Chances are, these graders have a better grasp of Standard English than we do anyway, and the comments will probably be more insightful than the red "AWK"s and "WTF??"s randomly distributed throughout a three page treble-spaced document (with 3" gutter). I can see it now--email all the papers out Friday afternoon, get "crunked," and have a set of marked-up papers ready for Monday morning. At what price, (in)sanity?