Second hour - Comp II starts with my loud, brash class. One female student in particular - who usually attends class three days a week and is often late for others - and who has written about run ins with the police and having an ex-con for a boyfriend, found one of her papers in the back of my class. She fired up right away, "What is this doing back here? And with my name on it!"
Right away, I knew I had to nip this in the bud immediately.
"Well, I returned your work. It happened to be one day when you were gone, but since you often show up late so often," I say and add a smirk, "that sometimes I will put it on your desk. If you choose to miss, then the paper sits there. My advice is to attend class everyday."
She grumbled under her breath, to which I said, "Be here or live with the consequences. If someone sees your work, then they see your work. I don't really give a shit."
That shut her up. Not one of my finer moments in the secondary education field. But I think I articulated it in terms she could understand.
And that is the truth with this class - for some I just don't give a shit.
Now, on the other hand, I have two male students - Dan and Blake - who are here every day and work their asses off. Now I'm under no illusions that it's because they are just so inspired to write. They want to get their work done to get it out of the way and to have some free time. Fine with me. And Dan is starting to become a decent writer. But they show up every day and work. For them, I give a shit. But for others, nope.
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