Start Up Again
Well I survived the spring semester with only a few bangs and bruises. Only three caught plagiarized papers, no obvious cheating, and only a few students whining about their grades. That last one always has me laughing. "Why did I get a D?" Hmmm. I'm a sadistic bitch? No, that's not it. I am just playing with you by submitting a D when you deserved an A? No. Not it either. Oh, could it be that you deserved a D? Oh! What a thought. LOL. I even got one student who asked me yesterday if there was anything he could do to up his grade. Um, the semester ended. Maybe if you talked to me two months ago I could have given you extra credit or something. Sheesh. But I try to not let these few students get to me. Part of me feels like I failed them in some way. Did I not help them enough? Could I have done more? Bear constantly reminds me that I do a lot more for my students than most professors. Even still, I have that doubt. I do try to remind myself that...