A rare bird

Today I had to deal with a grade challenge, but not the usual kind.

Stu Dent came to see me because he thought I'd given him the wrong marks back because "I don't get A's."  I actually had to go through the work and show Stu where he'd gotten an A, what about his work was better than his friends' work, and where he met the rubric, before he'd believe me that he had actually earned an A.

It was a refreshing change.

In which Bella feels bad about a drop off in enrollment after the first day......

A few weeks back there was a post about how we all handle summer classes. How do we pack all the fourteen weeks of class material into five short weeks?  Many folks wrote in to say they didn't.  I did not write in.  I am sorry.  I guess I was too tired or something.  But the truth is, I don't either.  By don't, I mean, I don't really fit all the fourteen weeks of material into five weeks.  Who can pull off that shit?  I do try though. I cram as much as I possibly can muster into those five weeks.  But fit all of it?

Not me. 

So I was feeling bad, actually, about my readings and assignments list.  I was thinking DAMN, I am a slacker.  I am a turning into one of those greybeards....and I will never have a beard (hopefully) and I am not all that old, dammit.

And so, I began this morning thinking they would all think how easy it was going to be, so much easier than during the year.  And I was feeling bad about that.

When the class began this morning, I had a full compliment of 25 in my writing class.  Now, this evening, after they have had a chance to look at everything (I put all the readings, and summarize all the assignments, in my syllabus)  I have 17.

17.

Yikes.  What did I do?  Should I not have put my photo in after all?  I suck!  I really suck!

Why am I taking this so personally?