A student came by my office (for the first time all semester) because he was worried about his final grade. I heard the usual “I really tried hard during the semester” and “I really want to succeed in your class.” Of course, he’s been there infrequently and what he’s turned in has been both piss-poor and off-topic.
“Ay, Memo,” I said. “My problem is that when I fill in the grade sheet at the end of the semester, I only have five choices: A, B, C, D , or F. As much as I’d like to, I can’t give you an E for 'effort' or a G for 'ganas.' The computer won’t let me."
- Señor Snarky from San Diego