Don't look into my eyes! You'll see the bloodshot-ness of them! I meant my "student" pupils...
Gee, so far classes have been pretty tame - I mean they come to class; we have good discussions about 85-90% of the time. Even Santa Claus has toned down his "ho-ho-ho-ing" a couple of notches. Everyone calls me "ma'am" and I totally love it. They defer...they genuflect...joy.....
Where's the drama? Where's the crazy combination of entitlement and a sheltered priviledged, existence that has spawned so many previous posts in the past? Am I always to have....(*shudder*)....good students?
Ha-rumph. That's all I have to say.
Although there was a funny thing that happened today. There was still about a half hour left in class - we were talking about the Text by a Major Author and this student at the back of the class was pretty chatty - making comments pretty steadily. No problem - he's a good kid and I like him.
But as he's in the middle of making a comment, I notice that he's packing up his stuff. With 30 minutes still left in class. And then, during the next round of comments (class is like a tennis game - I shoot one over to them, they shoot one back at me, etc.) - so, in the middle of their volley, The Guy raises his hand to make another comment. I call on him and he's talking and talking. And slowly getting up out of his chair and leaving....walking to the door....opening it....egressing.
All I could get out was, "Wait!..." and then he was gone. 25 minutes early. I just stood and looked at the closed door. The class looked from me to the door and back. I couldn't help myself - I just burst out laughing! I tried to look stern and say something to the effect that I wasn't going to stand for this blatant flouting of my authority, yada, yada, yada....but I couldn't stop laughing. Happily the rest of the class laughed, too.
I got an email later on saying that he was sorry, that he wasn't feeling well and needed to leave. When ya gotta go, ya gotta go, right?