As you might be able to tell, I'm a little riled up about this.
And on top of that, I kid you not, I think I received five homework assignments from twenty five students from my 9am class. Granted, I forgot to remind them about it, but it was on the syllabus, and once I hand that thing out, it's fair game. So, I'm going to have to tell them that it's time to take some personal responsibilities, and I'm not going to be holding their hands. I've said this time and time again to them, they're in college now, it's time to grow up.
And even more on top of that, I then got 4 different students from my 9 am class trying to email me their shit hours after class is over with. Two actually looked good, and two looked really rushed... however all four failed. Especially this one from a girl - a freshman - who sent it to about 45 minutes after class was over with. You could tell it was rushed, and only half thought-out. and then the idiot actually took an uppity tone with me in the email, granted I'm not sure if she meant to, but I sure as hell read it that way and after rereading it, still believe so. The last one that was sent to me I didn't receive until after I was driving home from Arlington around 11:30 at night. So, he, while not having the best written assignment, at least put a little bit of time into it... and he tried to make me feel bad about his relationship with his father... it didn't, because I read the first line, and said "eh, why even bother, I'm totally not going to accept it." And I then thought, who the hell does this kid think he is, that he can send me a homework assignment 30 minutes before the f-ing day is over with, and still think I'm going to accept it because he tells me about his relationship with his estranged dad!
So, I let them (the students' emails) wait until Saturday morning before responding to them because I didn't want to be too riled up while letting these presumptuous students know that they failed. I was nice enough, I stated that I never receive late work, as stated on my syllabus. Also I didn't remember talking to any of them about sending their homework to me late, but if we did, then remind me, and I'd accept it; all the while knowing good and well, that they hadn't talked to me about shit, that they'd just expected to pass, because they made the minimum effort to get it to me.
And yes, each one said the same thing, I'll paraphrase: "No, we didn't talk about it. I heard you say something like that to someone else, and just assumed that I could do the same thing." Idiots. To began with, I don't remember saying that to anyone, but even if I had 1) they needed to talk to me, and 2) I never received said homework from anyone that I supposedly talked to after class.
And on top of that, I told them on the first day of class that everything needed to be turned in typed, and I think two did just that. However, after seeing that not many had done that I let them slide this time, and said they'd need to make sure to type it next time... which i felt was actually generous of me, because I could have just hands down not accepted it.
I also learned something new on Wednesday (all this above happened on Friday, Einstein can kiss my ass and physics can go to hell, I can time traveling, I just did). Never, ever, when talking to a student, after asking them how they're doing, if they respond with a negative, ask why they're blue. I had a dude in one class, who I happened to see after washing my hands in the restroom - Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I both use the potty and also wash my hands - who disclosed information that I will never not be able to associate with him. (Never do this people, never let someone in with an opening! If you've learned anything today, learn this! Never follow up on a personal question to students with another personal question. okay, back to the story).
So I said, how's it going guy (I still don't know his actual name), and he said that he wasn't doing very well today. And I should have stopped right there, but I thought that with the social contract being what it is, he'd understand that this next question was not actually meant to be answered nor did I really care what his problems were. In fact, I just wanted from him an "eh, it'll all be fine," and then would have talked to him (and I do mean TO there, because it seems that I usually talk at students and not with them) as we walked into class together. Instead, I got this answer: "Well, I'm not doing too good today, because my ex-girl friends is having a really painful abortion right about now, and I have to go see her after this." Silence... from my end.
Now three real question came to my mind at this point: 1) Is it your kid that she's at the moment killing? And if so, do you know God is crying? 2) if it's not your kid, why are you stuck going over there? And where's her baby daddy? 3) What makes you think I want to hear this? Don't you know that I don't care what you response to my previous question is? I just thought of you as a distraction that I was socially obligated to engage with, because I know your face, but not your name, and the moment I walk away, you're not even a blip on my radar? Oh, and I guess I had a fourth question: 4) What's a painful abortion compared to an un-painful one?
Thankfully, I didn't say anything of consequence, just something like, "Well, hope it all works out." and then walked away.
So, as I've said before, I'm not a smart man, when it comes to nicknames; they're usually painfully obvious, and hopefully they hurt you emotionally. So what's this guy's nickname; the name that I always think when I see him now; the name that he's referred to in my mind and hopefully that's the only place in which the nickname comes out: the Painful Abortive Social Stigma or as you can see, since I've capitalized the first letter of each word: that dumbass who told me about his ex-girlfriend's abortion. Like I said, I'm painfully obvious about my nicknames.
Here's another question I'd have liked to ask him by the way: 5) Do you think you're girlfriend wants me to know that she's having an abortion? I bet she didn't post that on her facebook page: "On FaceBook page: What are you doing now: dumbass who told me about his ex-girlfriend's abortion ex-girlfriend: Well, I'm going through a painful abortion... Wish me LuCK!!!"
And then you know this would happen: "Comment from dumbass who told me about his ex-girlfriend's abortion ex-girlfriend's friend: 'Hope it takes! <3 4Ever!'"
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