Yeah, I've about had it. In editing, I had a student tell me that my grading was all subjective and that she liked her version better than my corrections and her judgment was as good as mine.
I told them they needed to get an InDesign book and one girl told me flat out she wasn't going to buy it until next semester.
In another class, I had a guy take a call on his cell during break. Not so bad, tho pushing the line for me. So when I started class again, he simply kept talking -- loudly -- on his phone until finally I stopped talking and looked at him. After a while he finally became conscious of what was going on and hung up. No apologies.
I would share some answers from a recent quiz in Research class, but I am afraid I can't face them again.
They don't call me by name any more; I am just "Professor." (A couple of weeks ago, a kid wandered in to class way early for his next class in the lab. When I asked him who his instructor was, he couldn't come up with a name. In October. [It was Dr. Beasley.)
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Ouch. Can it be that bad??
Yeah, I've about had it. In editing, I had a student tell me that my grading was all subjective and that she liked her version better than my corrections and her judgment was as good as mine.
I told them they needed to get an InDesign book and one girl told me flat out she wasn't going to buy it until next semester.
In another class, I had a guy take a call on his cell during break. Not so bad, tho pushing the line for me. So when I started class again, he simply kept talking -- loudly -- on his phone until finally I stopped talking and looked at him. After a while he finally became conscious of what was going on and hung up. No apologies.
I would share some answers from a recent quiz in Research class, but I am afraid I can't face them again.
They don't call me by name any more; I am just "Professor." (A couple of weeks ago, a kid wandered in to class way early for his next class in the lab. When I asked him who his instructor was, he couldn't come up with a name. In October. [It was Dr. Beasley.)
And so it goes. Sigh.
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