Wednesday, September 19, 2012
To Jackie, would that I could say it to your face
I don't know how we got here. How long as it been? Are we three weeks into the school year?
It began fairly early. You emailed me. You wanted to let me know that you were excited for class, but you needed an A. I ignored the attempt to see beyond the hazy stars of today and into the soft future -- no one knows A work until it is put into the system. And so I patiently answered your question and sent you on your way.
You replied. And I replied. A few days passed. You were late with your weekly assignment. The emails began again. You submitted late.
You are now about 4 weeks behind, emailing me already for an extension on next Friday's homework. Really? Jackie, what the hell could keep you from doing a page long response in the next 10 days??
At this point, you are emailing me 5 times a day. I only answer once every other day.
You insist I am hard by not allowing full credit on late work.
You complain that I am cruel for giving you a C on homework that fails to use course material. You say it is a "slap in the face" that I do not give you extra credit for using all those online sources -- you know, Students of Fortune, Wikipedia, MegaEssays, and Yahoo Answers.
A slap. In the face.
And the coup de gras: I have offended your religion. I thought I was just talking about the basic tenets of belief, but I have offended you. How? Because I suggested that Christian doctrine has for years believed in the dogma of Original Sin, that women experience pain in childbirth as inherited punishment of that sin, and that Jesus Christ came to earth to save humanity from the same sins committed in the Garden of Eden.
As a "Christian Women" [sic] you explain that you are "deeply and gratefully offended that" I would so terrible "disabuse" your religion so. (Gratefully? Disabuse?)
I wanted to scream after receiving this email, Jackie.
And so I am now on strike. No more. I refuse to respond. I think you are a feeble-minded, festering sore in an otherwise beautiful group of students. Thank goodness you never talk in class (and that you so often skip). I might be tempted to say something to your face. Something that could not be unsaid.
These emails, Jackie. They have to stop. No, I will not read your homework from last week and tell you what you might get. I don't care that you think you deserve an A and want a chance to redo all your homework. I WANT YOU TO STOP EMAILING ME with rude comments, one-liners, textspeak and other crap.
It's three weeks, Jackie. And already I hate you. Please.