Today  was marking some essays - the very first time ever, which felt quite daunting.

In one of the essays was a quotation that clearly had words missing, so I dug out my copy of the book form the shelf, and checked it... that made me feel strangely grown up and like a proper teacher person.  The essay itself was fine, so it wasn't a big deal, and at least the reference itself was complete.

Small things, pleasing my minuscule brain, or some such.  At least I am now a little less anxious about marking formal academic stuff that needs a score not just pass/fail.