- Blind Brian came to me, telling me the stories I asked questions about were not in the assigned pages. "Really?" I asked. "Let's look together!" I carefully flipped through each page---and lo and behold, each of the stories was right there! "Oh, ok, " said BB. But I, for some reason, did not want to let it go. "How do you think you missed them?" I asked----and the sarcasm was right there, plain even for BB to see. He didn't like that.
- I assigned a piddly ass 30 pages of reading for one week, and Struggling Sam complained to me that it took him two nights of no sleep to finish it. I told him bluntly that he needed to read more, because if he continued to read that slowly he'd never make it through college. He didn't like that.
- Trying Terry wrote me an e-mail, telling me "not to give up on her yet" even though she has failed everything so far, and missed the last four classes. "I'm having a very hard semester, but don't you give up on me because I am still trying!" I answered her that it was very hard, when life made it impossible to pass a class. She didn't like that.
- Writing-tutor Wanda went to the writing center instead of coming to class at least half of the time, and handed in all her essays at least two weeks late. She got a C in my class, even though her tutors gushed to me about how WONDERFUL she was! I told her (and them) that coming to class was important (class participation figures prominently on the grading rubric for that class), as well as handing things in on time. She didn't like that.
I get so SICK TO DEATH of their shit excuses and lame ass stupidity. That is all.