Yes, you missed this summer's final. It too place exactly as planned, at the same time as it has been scheduled for the past 12 weeks, 9 am on Thursday. The rest of us ALL made it. Somebody (that loopy lady who sits up front) brought 24 Krispy Kreme donuts.
I ate yours.
You didn't arrive for the final, yet we had it anyway. Everyone wrote and wrote like the dickens
. Then I graded them over a deadly dull sandwich I got out of a machine, and then I added those scores to the scores of other projects and assignments, and I got a final grade for each student - even you!Then I put those final grades into the big computer and in a few days your transcript will be electronically updated.
So, no, I could not care less about how you forgot or got confused, or whatever. There are no makeups or extra credit. The semester, my friend, is over.
I'm at home now. Your name and face are already fading from my memory.
I am wearing underwear and nothing else, unless you count my lobster bib.
Your pal,
Dr. Fab
I vote "Send it." Let 'em know what's up.
ReplyDeleteI'm with ELS. If you don't send that message, and maybe pre-send it to all of next semester's snowflakes, you'll always have to put up with their bad behavior. I'm going to try to nip some of this shit in the bud this year.
ReplyDeleteThough the lobster bib and undies may be a mental image your snowflake won't appreciate as we do.
ReplyDeleteFab Sun, your last line made me laugh very, very hard.
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