Got some regular chore in your life that you really hate doing? Here's how to cope - outsource it to India. Administrative tasks, maths and other tutorials, you can get this all done long-distance.
Now, if I think of the thing that, throughout my professional life, I would most have wanted to outsource, there's no doubt whatsoever what it would have been. Marking. Outside your actual torments of Hell, no activity devised by man, woman or even child is more rebarbative, more loathsome. Unlike with, say, domestic chores, you are obliged to concentrate on what you're doing, but the intrinsic nature of the task makes concentration maximally difficult, since you are reading, over and over again, variants of the same damned thing. Some variants are better and some worse; however - truth be told - nearly all of them are less good than what you'd like to be reading. I would rather dust, polish, sweep and clean, trim the hedge (something I always hated when I had a hedge), or be present at another gig by Mary Chapin Carpenter, than have to mark something, anything. Marking is a horror, an outrage, an offence against the human person. It is all these things even when you call it grading.
If I could have contrived to get my marking done in India, or anywhere, just by someone else, I would have. Except, of course, I wouldn't. Too dutiful. It just goes to show you that life cannot always be a bowl of cherries.