Next time I feel like gloating over the fact that some whining little turd has dropped my class, I think I had better check the registration list and make sure that said turd has, in fact, dropped the class. Then I will not have to have a damn heart attack when an email arrives in my inbox from said turd, all asking me dumb-ass questions about what she missed in the entire week she wasn’t there.
Check it out: She wanted to know 1) if she could make up any quizzes that might have been given; even though quizzes are not allowed to be made up, she was hoping I would make an exception, and 2) when my office hours were. She also wanted to be sure that I knew she would be prepared for class, as she would remember to read the first third of the new novel by Tuesday.
This is the point at which I begin to wonder why I even bother making a syllabus for the class, because, clearly, no one ever looks at it. If she had looked at the syllabus, she would have known 1) no make-up quizzes are allowed — oh, wait, she did know that, she just asked anyway! and 2) when my office hours are, as well as 3) the fact that she should be reading the first half of the new novel.
And why did the obnoxious, spoiled little brat miss class? “Flu like symptoms [sic].” I wonder if that had some effect on her vision, or ability to read words? Damn that flu, always crampin’ your word-readin’ skillz! How much do you want to bet she doesn’t have a doctor’s note either?
Having only just returned to the world of studentry this past week, I’m already very annoyed by my classmates who seem incapable of reading and/or following directions. Makes me think of you and what you have to put up with :/
You still expect to see a doctor’s note????
P — People who come back to school after working for a while pretty much always have their shit together, whereas the leetle freshmen, freshly plucked from their mothers’ breasts, have no idea how to function as adults. I wish I could ban freshmen from the class.
K — Do you mean “still” as in “still, after all of her antics,” or “still” as in “even at the university”? Either way, she gets the absences “excused” if she has a note. I am hoping she doesn’t have one, actually. And in the US I think we are much more focused on attendance than you guys are (we pretty much have to nail the little turds to their seats to keep them there), hence my requiring a note in the first place.
I am sooooo glad I’m not teaching college courses any longer. This post reminded me of why I left my position last year. I simply refuse to coddle any scatter-brained slackers, anywhere, anytime — and there seems to be a plethora of them enrolled in college these days.
Thank you for reminding me that a steady paycheck isn’t always worth the hassle. I much prefer being a self-employed artist who scrapes by from time to time. (Seriously!) :)
Thank you for reminding me that a steady paycheck isn’t always worth the hassle. I much prefer being a self-employed artist who scrapes by from time to time. (Seriously!) :)
Well, lucky you, then. I, on the other hand, don’t find teaching to be either a steady paycheck (it isn’t) or a hassle. I am a teacher; that is what I do.
You know, they do the same stuff in high school, and the parents complain I don’t let them make the stuff up.
I am a teacher; that is what I do.
You’re lucky to have the patience. I don’t. Perhaps I’m not very good with people.
Without being obsequious, could it be that the Fearless Zemblan Leader actually possesses some redeeming qualities; even virtues, if you will?
H — Man oh man am I glad I do not have to deal with parents. (Though before, on occasion, I have actually received funny little communiques from their parents, who have apparently not realized that this isn’t, in fact, high school any more.) I love how parents seem to think they get to decide classroom policy. Bah.
J — You know, I never thought I would like teaching. I tend to be fairly impatient, and don’t often see why people can’t just GET IT already. That’s changed, though, I guess, as I have learned better ways to present material and to take pleasure in them getting smaller things if not the larger ones, right away.