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Thursday, November 15, 2012
waiting, waiting, waiting
So, I had someone out sick for the most recent exam. They followed the necessary "rules" (up to this point) to be permitted a make-up.
Except. None of the three times I suggested suited (work schedules and such) so I sighed and said, "Okay, how about 1 pm Thursday?" Understand my original plans were to grab my stack of papers and head home so I could do laundry while I graded, and also have my one-a-day permitted cup of caffeinated tea.
(Note the time-stamp on this post).
One of the two people who requested a make-up at this time was here, waiting, when I walked in from my faculty meeting. She's taken the exam and gone.
The second person: no sign of them. And I'm a bit concerned as this was the person who e-mailed me:
"I don't know where your office is could you meet me at the classroom at 1 and walk me down there?"
My response, both in e-mail and spoken form (in class) was: "I have a faculty meeting. I will not be in the classroom at that time. My office is room 236, my name is on the door" and an explanation of where the faculty offices are.
The person still has not shown.
This frustrates me. (Before the beta blocker, I'd say it enrages me, but I don't have the energy for rage any more). First, I changed my schedule so that the person could take the exam at a time suitable for them. Second, they asked me to go out of my way to help them find my office. Third, they never showed up.
I think of all of those things the second bothers me the most. I'm actually toying with, the next time I teach this particular class, making it a "homework" in the first two weeks or so for them to come to my office hours and, I don't know, get my signature on something or something. Just because I'm so tired of the "WAH I don't know where your office IS" issue.
I do have some things I can work on (though these papers I'm grading aren't getting graded, thanks to the attractiveness of the internet right in front of me - see illo below)
so I will stick it out until 2:30, which I think is AMPLY generous for a full professor to wait on a student.
And then I am running my errands.
And then I am going home.
ETA: They JUST showed up. Because they "took a nap and lost track of time." They're taking it now.
I think I need to pull this image out again:
Yes, I know I am too damn nice for my own good.
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