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The G, B, and U
Having made it through the whirlwind of WEEK ONE of summer school, here’s where things stand:
THE GOOD
Each of my classes is full, and most of my students appear to be motivated for the rigors of summer session.
It only took three days to get the keys I needed to get into the classrooms I’m using.
The parking situation isn’t nearly as bad as I’d thought it would be considering most of the main faculty lot is a pile of rubble right now.
In terms of my teaching game, I seem to be right on, and I have been each day so far—that’s a weird kind of miracle, and it feels good.
THE BAD
The bookstore decided to order 15 book sets for my 28-student classes. This has created some interesting problems in terms of students trying to study and do homework and in terms of how much scanning I have to do.
One of my students decided the textbooks I put on library reserve were for her alone, and despite the steep fees for failing to return said books after the two-hour limit, she still has them in her possession.
One of my returning students thought summer session started this week not last week.
Another student from last semester—a student who clearly hated me—showed up this morning asking to be added, and since each of us knows she hates me, I asked her why she wants to take another class from me. At least she had the guts to tell me that “while I’d love to avoid ever taking another class from you, I really need this credit, and you’re the only teacher teaching the class. I suppose you could call me desperate.” How could I not let her in?
THE UGLY
The student who has been hogging the reserve textbooks found out today that her overuse was going to cost her about $60 in fees, so she asked me to write a note to the library asking that her fines be waved since no books were available in the bookstore. When I refused, she stomped her foot and called me mean. She began to cry over not being able to afford the fines. She cried through the first 10 minutes of today’s quiz. She failed the quiz, and to me, this adds a bit of insult to injury: the fines are obviously not going to be money well spent.
I had two problem students in my 8:00 am class: one was a sit-in-the-back-and-sleep problem, the other was a I-can’t-get-to-class-before-8:15 problem. On Wednesday, I kicked sleeping guy out, and as he left, he made certain everyone in the room understood that in his opinion I was a “fucking bitch.” Without my class, he won’t be eligible for his sport, so today, his coach was kind enough to ask for a meeting to “talk” about how his athlete might get back into my class. I’m not sure the coach appreciated my ending the conversation with, “Well, there’s really no need for a meeting as your athlete has zero chance of returning to my class: I am, after all, a ‘fucking bitch’—at least that’s what your athlete called me as he exited the room.” Pregnant pause. “So,” says the coach, “I guess that’s a ‘no’?” Uh, yes. . .no.
Mr. Late guy got his first warning on Wednesday, and on Thursday, I informed him another tardy at any point would be cause for his being dropped. Guess who was late today? You got it, so while textbook girl was crying, I was kicking late dude out.
All things considered, it has been a good first week—no, really, it has.
June 22nd, 2007 at 9:48 am
wow. tgif, eh?
June 25th, 2007 at 6:58 pm
IM…PRESS…IVE!
Your post brought home fond (or not so fond) memories for me. I laughed so hard; I almost drowned in my tears of joy!
Ms. Mean, you obviously need to learn how to count. You know, “Mr. Late guy, One (nothing), Two (zzzzzz), THREEEEE (who, ME?)!”
Another example: ONE … “Coach, do your realize a well known, national radio personality got fired recently for the language he used in referring to the female gender?” TWO … “Coach, do you realize your athlete obviously needs to increase his vocabulary equal to or more than he needs to increase his athletic skills?”
THREE … awe, what the heck, forget THREEEEEE!
Another thing, I LOVE the line, “… so while textbook girl was crying, I was kicking late dude out.”
Teacher, teacher, you are truly a MEAN person! I’d write more, but I have to go watch the NBA Finals right now. Oh, wait, I’m late for the finals, aren’t I? Hmm, do you think they would replay the NBA Finals for me. They never gave me to “THREE!” What’s that? Oh. So, I guess that’s a “no?” Damn, the world is such a hard nosed place. I think I’ll go stomp my feet in frustration.
June 30th, 2007 at 1:42 pm
Hmm, I seem to have inadvertently omitted a question mark in the last paragraph of my most recent post. But, the good news is I have inadvertently provided future material for Lynn Truss. My bad. My good. My goodness!
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