Believe me I know.
You canNOT just come willy nilly back to your blog and not talk about what the heck happened in your classes at the end of the semester. It's unAmerican, unChristian and unchatty.
I, myself, am a American Christian chatty girl, hence I shall spill the details of the....LAST WEEKS OF THE SEMESTER OF DOOM.
Lets see: In my public speaking class, I had one of my very favorite students blow off his last speech. Now, I understand spring madness. I've had it myself, yet I canNOT let them get away with this. It's wretchedly unfair to the rest.
I gave him a choice: speak or take a zero. Up to you, pal. I'm just the one with the gradebook and red pen. You earn it or lose it. (Oh, I'm a tough cookie in the classroom, you betcha)
He grudgingly spoke in a flippant manner for about 90 seconds. I thanked him and then, at the end of class, I delivered his final grade. Once that formality was complete, I asked him, "Whatever possessed you to try and blow off someone who has the POWER of the grade book over you. Your grade is yours alone, you must protect it and do whatever you can to build it, not throw it away. A teacher, my friend, has about a gagillion grades clogging up her little mind. YOU, on the other hand, have ONE! One. and it's yours. Treat it with a little R*E*S*P*E*C*T, or I and Aretha will come after you."
enough said.
Scenerio Two has me dealing with not one, but two excellently written papers. Exceptional papers. Expensive papers. I know this because I found where they were purchased slap off the Internet. yes, indeed. $30.00 and a great grade WILL.BE.YOURS!!
Oh, yes, stupid instructor not included. You must provide stupid instructor all on your own.
WHAT? you don't have a stupid instructor? Instead, you have the same incredibly bright, wily and spunky girl that writes "Tales from the Front Lines" as your instructor?
Total bummer, dude. Major buzz kill. Say goodbye, dude (and dude-ette). See you next semester where you'll be taking the same class again.
See, told you I was tough.
No one has to know that I was shaking inside from nerves and anger when I laid down the law.
Cheaters never prosper, and they never pass my class.
You canNOT just come willy nilly back to your blog and not talk about what the heck happened in your classes at the end of the semester. It's unAmerican, unChristian and unchatty.
I, myself, am a American Christian chatty girl, hence I shall spill the details of the....LAST WEEKS OF THE SEMESTER OF DOOM.
Lets see: In my public speaking class, I had one of my very favorite students blow off his last speech. Now, I understand spring madness. I've had it myself, yet I canNOT let them get away with this. It's wretchedly unfair to the rest.
I gave him a choice: speak or take a zero. Up to you, pal. I'm just the one with the gradebook and red pen. You earn it or lose it. (Oh, I'm a tough cookie in the classroom, you betcha)
He grudgingly spoke in a flippant manner for about 90 seconds. I thanked him and then, at the end of class, I delivered his final grade. Once that formality was complete, I asked him, "Whatever possessed you to try and blow off someone who has the POWER of the grade book over you. Your grade is yours alone, you must protect it and do whatever you can to build it, not throw it away. A teacher, my friend, has about a gagillion grades clogging up her little mind. YOU, on the other hand, have ONE! One. and it's yours. Treat it with a little R*E*S*P*E*C*T, or I and Aretha will come after you."
enough said.
Scenerio Two has me dealing with not one, but two excellently written papers. Exceptional papers. Expensive papers. I know this because I found where they were purchased slap off the Internet. yes, indeed. $30.00 and a great grade WILL.BE.YOURS!!
Oh, yes, stupid instructor not included. You must provide stupid instructor all on your own.
WHAT? you don't have a stupid instructor? Instead, you have the same incredibly bright, wily and spunky girl that writes "Tales from the Front Lines" as your instructor?
Total bummer, dude. Major buzz kill. Say goodbye, dude (and dude-ette). See you next semester where you'll be taking the same class again.
See, told you I was tough.
No one has to know that I was shaking inside from nerves and anger when I laid down the law.
Cheaters never prosper, and they never pass my class.
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