After Hooky and Lying, Sink ‘im
Quarter grades were due Friday. These grades determine, in part, eligibility for fall sports tryouts; more than a few students entered a sort of panicked-but-attempting-studious mode.
One of my newer students is fresh from the Deep South and is, I suppose, quite the would-be athlete. Though he enrolled a few weeks ago, I don’t know him that well. He shows up to class maybe about half of the time.
He asked me in a tone of voice I’m sure he thought was polite if there was anything to do to help his F become something other than an F. I told him it his F was probably his fault.
He became offended.
I just haven’t been here. You can’t give me a C or nothin’?
“You’ll have time to improve your grade by the semester. You’ve only been here for three weeks, so you haven’t racked up that big of a hole for yourself. Start showing up and start doing the work and I’m sure you’ll be fine.
“If you were gone, and you have a good reason, then it isn’t your fault. If you were gone from class and you don’t have a good reason, then it is your fault.”
That’s not fair.
I just walked away. I’ll let him complain to someone else.
Moral of the story? Nothing’s fair.