Here are the incoherent ones coursing through my brain. There is no cohesiveness.
Students are remarkably dumb sometimes. Today I presented them with the shocking truth that to pass, one must HAND THINGS IN. "I didn't finish it," does not earn you points. In fact, it brings the dreaded teacher response, "Why not? It was due 2 weeks ago. Yes, it is now half off, but half points are better than the zero currently gracing my gradebook."
I had a very productive day. I don't know about the kids.
The other thing I hate from students is, "I didn't know how to do it." This gets the invariable response, "When did you come and ask me?" Or "What do the directions say?" And yet they always look surprised.
OK -- just one more. "I was absent. It was excused." Yes, you were. You are still responsible for making up the work that you missed. Your excused absense just means that I have to let you make it up. Excused does not mean you get full points without doing anything.
Maybe more than one. "I can't come in outside of school to make it up. I take the bus." Yes. But you missed work, particularly labwork, that must be made up with me, here, at school. I teach and you have classes. This means that you need to come in before or after school to make it up or take the zero and don't complain that you're failing. Ask your parents, or your aunt, or your friend, or someone else to come pick you up. Or even, provided it's above 20F out and you have a hat, walk home. You are still responsible.
In case you haven't guessed yet, progress reports are entered next week. It's always a fun part of the quarter.
The bus driver taking us to the academic bowl meet last night got lost twice. It's an unfortunate skill in a bus driver. The following was a sample of conversation from this ride:
ME: You are going the wrong way. We need to turn around.
Bus driver: But we're still on Midlothian. The directions say to take Midlothian.
ME: You are going in the wrong direction on Midlothian. Please turn around.
BD: But we haven't seen 176 yet, so I shouldn't turn.
ME: 176 is behind us. We need to go the opposite way.
BD: We're coming up on 60. That's the same as 176, right?
We finally stopped and asked a gas station. I was right. We turned around.
On that same bus ride (after the freezing rain stopped, but while still snowing), we skidded once for about 30 ft into an intersection, and passed at least 3 accidents. The kids all ended up safely back at school, but it was more exciting than I needed it to be.
The ride to work this morning was still exciting. I passed 5 accidents this morning (2 at the same intersection), and skidded myself rather terrifyingly (but only once. I love traction control. However, it can only do so much with a flat sheet of ice once called a road). I started intentionally going over all the potholes, because potholes provide traction. Traction is good when driving.
I have knitting tonight. I think I need it. Please God, let the roads be salted.
PS My doctor friend is OK and back at work. Thanks for all your kind thoughts and support. I'll let you know in 5.5 weeks when we get the final confirmation that she is really fine.