Yes, this is the exact message I received from a student who has attended a total of three classes in a sixteen-week course that meets twice per week. Last week, he had sent an email asking when my office hours were. I told him, but added that if he wanted to talk about his grade, his only option at this point was failure for non-attendance. I didn't hear anything else from him until yesterday, when he sent the above message, and he did actually show up for the final. WTF?! I let him take it -- even offered him a cookie, which I had brought in for the entire class -- but there's no way he will pass. I really don't get it.
Two weeks ago I reached the point of "not wanting to do it anymore." Any of it! I didn't want to grade any more papers; I didn't want to go to any more classes; I was just done. Of course, not doing it wasn't an option, so I did it. Now I have one final left! I have never been so excited for a semester to end, not because the students were unpleasant but because there were so many of them! So many papers! Today I decided that when I finish all my grading -- I have a total of three classes I need to do final grades for, including the one that has the final exam tomorrow -- I'm going to do three things for myself: get a massage, get a mani-pedi, and have my car detailed. I may not do all three immediately (I think I could sleep for at least a week!) but I'll do them soon. My self will thank me profusely for the attention.
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