But then last night happened and I realized that I was really one of you - I've been reading along since 2009, the "goon old days," although I did catch up with the old archives back then, too.
Anyway, my 9 am class today, just finished, had one final paper due. It was assigned 3 weeks ago. In class we had a rough draft workshop and I offered individual conferences to all students.
Dingbat Doug missed his conference and didn't participate in workshop, and never emailed me any questions or concerns over the past 21 days.
But last night a fire arose!
At 11:45 pm Sunday night he sent this: "Hey, Prof. Jessica. Here's a rough draft. Kinda slow getting it to you. Want your revisions."
At 2:15 am this morning he sent this: "You said we could submit rough drafts anytime. Have you had a chance to look at my essay? I really need to get a good grade on it."
At 4:45 am he sent this: "I'm still up doing my take home History final, but I know we have class pretty soon. If there's anything wrong with my essay can you let me know?"
At 6 am he sent this: "I guess I'm just going to have to turn this in the way it is. I know a lot of students got really good edits from you on papers and I was hoping for the same. Oh well. I'm pretty sure it'll pass."
At around 6:30 am I woke up, saw the emails, ate some Weetabix, and didn't think much about Doug.
At 9, in class, as my students milled around, one of Doug's classmates came up with 2 papers, his and Doug's. "Doug's sleeping, man. He doesn't look good."