Still venting, guys. Sorry.
It’s hard to fail my class. It really is. Come to class, do the assignments, read the book. That’s it. That’s all. I do require a lot of writing, but, if you do it, you’ll pass. It’s almost guaranteed. In fact, I’ll go ahead and guarantee it, because those people who are DOING the work ARE passing.
What a novel concept!
You can imagine my frustration with three students who – SERIOUSLY – believe they’re going to pass because of their good looks and charm. I actually had one of them say that to me. It’s a shame, too, because he’s about to find out how wrong he is. Or the girl who told me that she can talk her way out of anything.
Do you SERIOUSLY believe that?
Or the kid who told me that his aunt died, which is why he wasn’t in class…ever. Oh, and Lord forgive me if I’m jumping to judgment, but his aunt died last quarter, too.
Have I mentioned my top excuses I’ve received? If not, I think now’s a time to bring ‘em out:
“I have to miss class today for a hair appointment.”
“My girlfriend came in town.”
“I got arrested…Does that count as an excused absence?”
Say it with me together, guys: SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?!
And why in the world am I more concerned with their grades than they are? Why am I the one sitting up late at night worried that they’re going to fail? Something is horribly wrong with this picture.
I seriously might choke some people today.