Call me clairvoyant (or just jaded) but when Melanie entered my office I knew something was off. It's like a sixth sense. Knowing that someone is (a) heading straight for you with absence excuse documentation and (b) knowing that they didn't bring you a copy to keep like you asked for in the syllabus. Usually, it must be said, the absence documentation shortcomings rating can be directly linked to each student's full-of-oneself-ness rating. They approach you like you're an employee at their dad's bank instead of an instructor. Look up "cocky" in the dictionary and this student's picture will be there.
"Oh, hi. I had an excuse to show you."
(A HA! To "show" me. I knew it.)
"OK, and I can keep this copy?"
"Uh, no. It's my only copy."
"Well as it says in the syllabus, my very own copy to keep must be in my grubby little paw," I really did say that - tee hee, "within one week of your return to class so go xerox it for me and I'll be here til 2:30."
"Oh, well I'll just bring it to class Monday."
Oh, really. Will you indeed?
"Nope. It has to come to office hours, again as per the syllabus. When did you come back to class?"
"Last Friday."
"Well then you have until the end of my office hours today to get it to me."
Of course she left with that "What a bitch" expression on her face just like someone last week who had performed virtually the same act. Crazy how adherence to policies that have been posted on my syllabus since Day One of the semester makes me a bitch. I can't wait til these people get into the working world. Either they'll all have a new awakening, or we will. Probably the latter... But I guess at that point none of us will have to do anything ever at all that we're supposed to do, so yay!
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