End of Quarter

The boys are sleeping in for once, and I thought I would get a jump start on grading the final essay that was due yesterday.  I log in to the school site, and ALL OF MY CLASSES ARE GONE!  Holy sh!t!  Panic sets in as I whisper a string of obscenities. (I don't want to wake the little dudes, or teach them any new vocabulary words.)  I fire off a panic-y e-mail to tech support.  Within two minutes, all of my classes are restored.  Andy Duckworth is the greatest tech support guru ever!!!!

Now that I have access again to my courses, I have an e-mail waiting for me from a student.  She is concerned because she received a D on her first essay and has a really good excuse why it is late.  My late policy is very simple:  full points for on time; 75% max for anything up to a week late; 0 after that.  It's not that I don't care about my students; it's... no wait, I don't care.  It's none of my business what happens outside of the class.  Life gets in the way, and unless it involves me phoning the police on your behalf, it's your private life.  Anyway, back to Beggy McBegsalot.  I took a look at her overall grade.  She is missing 33 points for the entire quarter.  Unless she completely f***s up this last essay, she will be getting an A.  An A is an A. Whether it is 94% or 100%, it shows up the transcript the same.  Stop nickling and diming me, people.

And those are my rambling, incoherent thoughts at the end of the quarter.  Hooray for Winter Break!