Bad things seem to come in waves. My poor students seem to be facing an inordinate amount of personal strife--family deaths, deaths of grandmothers, unbearable menstrual cramps, and an infected piercing...
Goodness, but I don't remember my own freshman year being so traumatizing.
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My friend, an instructor at the community college, had a new one this week: "I'll have to turn my paper in next week. I spilled bong water on it." I can't believe a student actually said that to her!
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