Huzzah! Another week survived! With an emphasis on the “survived,” this week. Whilst I wait to hear from Dorky Medievalist about her epic day, I thought I might check in with you, internet, to see how you fared this second-last week of the dark month of March. So, how did it go?
My own week was trying. In addition to my end-of-term exhaustion and a series of meetings with students who are either excited or panicking about their final papers, I had another an exchange/incident with a student that has left me feeling angry and a tad rattled.
I had a student follow me back to my office, block my office door once inside, refuse to sit down, and loudly insist that concessions be made in order for him to pass a course he’s shown little interest to this point in passing. He left when it became clear that I could/would not make the concessions he demanded, but not before repeating his demands a number of different ways and in increasingly loud tones.
During the exchange, I was angry, but, I think, clear and professional. Afterward, I was angry and shaken. Not because I’m afraid of this student; he’s really just a more violent version of the usual subset of students I see this time of year: he’s realized that he needs this writing credit, and he’s trying to find someone else to blame for having screwed the pooch all term. I was angry because, for reasons related to some of the ideas he’s expressed in his writing this term, I feel fairly certain he wouldn’t have acted this way with a male professor. And I suspect that gender has a LOT to do with why he tried to intimidate me this way.
I won’t be meeting with him alone in my office, again, of course. So, really, the problem ends there. Or it should. But as I was walking to my car today, I found myself thinking how lucky it was that I don’t teach at night. And then I was furious. I can’t help but ruminate on how unfair it is that his inability to manage his time or take my course seriously has resulted in my living in fear of being attacked.
So, really, I still hate March. And I hate it just a little bit more this year.
In more appropriate blog-related news, red leather items helped me survive the week. These boots are surprisingly comfortable, and I love building outfits that feature them. I would have preferred to wear my black 3/4-sleeve cardigan, but it’s in the wash. Flowers were my only option:
Dress: FYLO Nylon
Boots: Miss Mooz
Watch: Timex (it was my grandfather’s)
And this red skirt rustles when I walk, is smooth and professional, and is not nearly as shiny as this picture makes it look. It’s also a LOT of skirt, so I try to keep everything else basic. Sadly, this black cashmere-mix sweater is on its last legs. It’s starting to get wavy around the bottom and a tad threadbare under the arms. I’ve not let it go, yet, because it’s such a perfect basic piece and I can’t find another like it. ‘Any suggestions? And finally, the shoes aren’t shown here since I forgot them under my desk in my office. ‘Good thing this guy decided to do a cameo appearance.
Skirt: Danier (via Value Village 8 years ago)
Hose: Hue (I’m a Hue addict, in case you’ve not noticed, yet)
Watch: Timex (remixed)
Dog: Fuzzy Roommate (the guy who won’t hold still when I actually want him in the shot)