Thursday, May 18, 2006

Where We Begin to Wonder if Maybe All Hope Is Lost

Every so often, I receive an email from a student, an email that shocks me out of my stupor and reminds me why I do what I do, why I teach a 4/3 load for far less than $45K a year, why I bother to memorize the names of my 250 students every semester, why I put thought into my syllabi and attendance policies. Yesterday, I received one of those emails:

well i will still appeal the grade because i PAY YOU TO TEACH ME AND NOT TO PENALIZE ME FOR BEING LATE also whether i was late or not i still earned a B in your class and that is BULL SHIT that i am not recieving the grade i EARNED.