Monday, April 25, 2011
My Tipping Point
It's Monday of the last week of classes, and my freshmen are writing their final research essays, due by Friday. Because they cannot seem to grasp the finer points of citation--wait, who am I kidding? Because they cannot grasp any points of citation--nor margins, fonts, and the elusive skill of double spacing--I schedule time in a computer lab for them this week. I work with them one-on-one and as a group. Each sits at his or her own computer to use for the duration of the class.
My tipping point? Slacker Slick, who missed three weeks of class, looked over his computer screen--the computer was on, his cell phone was right by the keyboard (also on, unfortunately)--and asked, "What's Wednesday's date?"
"Seriously?" I asked.
"I'm really tired," he said.
His timing was unfortunate. The first question asked, it made me deaf to all other lazy questions. My response to nearly every student who asked something out of sheer laziness was, "Seriously?"
They got the message and learned to fend for themselves pretty quickly. Most of them asked me questions pertinent to their essays and I was able to help them. The majority of the session was productive.
Slacker Slick? He spent eighty percent of our allotted hour looking at Facebook. Then he checked weather.com and split.