- Stu, when I walk into the classroom to administer the final exam, that is not the time to ask questions about the last test. You know when it would have been the time? Last week, when you didn't come to class, or the week before, when you were in class. Or in my office hours at any point over the last two months. My sympathy is not aroused by a question that only emphasizes the fact of your chronic absence, either.
- And another thing, Stu: don't think I don't notice that it is you trying to ask me about the last test just as you're going to take the final. You, who blew off even the emergency office hours I held yesterday, during exam week, out of sheer pity for my students. You, who told me that you had something more important to you – although utterly non-essential – to do during those hours, and asked if you could come by after those hours would end, when I distinctly said I would not be available, because apparently you think that you wield the same level of authority in this scheduling situation as you do over your hair stylist. My patience with your trifling ass is worn down to a nub. Have fun with that exam, you over-entitled little so-and-so.
- Seriously, students? You are choosing to hand in your exam after less than an hour's worth of effort, in a three-hour exam period? You understand that that is tantamount to throwing away points, right? And I don't see any academic standouts amongst you.
- Oh, and you didn't bother even to attempt the extra credit questions? For realz? Did you schedule a date midway through your exam period? 'Cause I can't think of any other good reason to hand in that exam without so much as trying to get the extra credit.
- Did I mention that the extra credit is worth a bump of an entire letter grade? Every one of you little speed demons could really use that bump. All right, fine, have it your way. I suppose your speedy, sloppy test-taking will allow me to grade that much more quickly, as well.
- Sigh...on the other end of things, it's vaguely uncomfortable to sit in a large classroom with only two remaining students who appear to be writing in microscopic print because they are dead-set on responding to the essay questions with novellas. Really, I'm glad that they're making the effort, but I wonder how much more they can add, given that they must write on the exam itself, and have no room to expand beyond that. I may have to pick up a magnifying glass on the way home, so I can read whatever the hell they're micro-printing.
- I suppose it's commendable of them to take advantage of the entire three-hour exam period to proofread their work top to bottom, but surely they must be approaching a point of diminishing returns. Jeez.
- Also, I did not have time for a proper lunch before proctoring this exam. It would be really nice if I could grab a sandwich or something after this, before I have to run back to my office to meet with more students.
- On the plus side, I had no time for lunch because I squeezed in a haircut this morning. Nice to look neatly trimmed and dapper, instead of shaggy and absentminded professor-ish.
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