The meaning of Romans 7 finally uncovered:
I was once alive apart from teaching, but when the end of the semester came, grading came alive and I died.
The very job that promised life proved to be death to me.
For grading, seizing an opportunity through the teaching, deceived me and through it killed me.
So the teaching is holy, and the classroom is holy and righteous and good.
Did that which is good, then, bring death to me? By no means! It was grading, producing death in me through what is good, in order that grading might be shown to be sin, and through the classroom might become sinful beyond measure.
For we know that the teaching is spiritual, but I am of the flesh, sold under grading.
I’m not clever enough to come up with this, but Marc Cortez is. (And on a more serious note, his little volume Theological Anthropology: A Guide for the Perplexed is really helpful.)