Friday, September 17, 2010
Urgh.
First papers of the semester are coming in today. So are the week's blogs from the classes I'm teaching. Being swamped under grading (or paperwork, or Friday meetings for those of you who work outside academia), can fuck right off with a ten-foot pole topped by a dozen knobs dripping with habanero nacho cheez sauce.
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Snowflake students can FTFO.
Look, I don't effing care that you overslept and missed the exam. The exam was at effing 9:30 am. Any normal human being NOT working a night shift (and I know you are not, and what's more, I know you live in the dorm where they do everything for you save for wiping your butt) should be up and out of bed at 9:30 am.
Furthermore, you did not call me or let me know about missing the exam until AFTER I had handed them back - which means I MUST write a make-up, if I deign to even let you make the damn thing up.
Trust me. If you get a make up, it's going to be an essay exam. An essay exam FROM HELL.
That sounds about right, Ricki. And make sure you let said snowflake that the test was written specially for them, just because they slept through the other one. And make sure they know it's because they're *special.*
Ricki, my father had a final exam in one of his college history classes that consisted of one item:
"Write a short history of western civilization."
They had three hours.
I'm sure you could come up with something equally delightful.
Ugh. I'm with you. I have been sucked into the grading dark side at my new job. . . it sucks.
I had a great time in L.A., but jet lag can fuck off with 87 buzzing alarm clocks.
Oh man. I am so glad I don't teach.
Once again, fuck off to Friday meetings. Though, in fairness, today's weren't too terrible.
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