I like my job, I really do. But I cannot begin to explain how much I LOVE the end of term. After teaching way too much these last 8 months – an experience I will NOT be repeating – the conclusion of my horrific lecture schedule is sweet, sweet, sweet!
The end of lectures, however, is not the end of student interaction. I try to remember how much I like interacting with the majority of the students in my classes when a minority of their peers begin to panic about the final exam and/or blame me for and/or demand that I do extra work so that their mark doesn’t reflect their poor performance in the course.
Even though I’m tempted to wear much more casual things right now, this part of the term really calls for a stronger look. A look – or at least an attitude – that my beloved Bondgirls help me achieve. (As the weather continues to warm, I’ll need to channel toughness through outfits with significantly fewer layers than this one has!)
This is actually an outfit from last week – one I wish I’d worn today during an office-hour interaction that went something like this:
Student: I came back because I want you to look at my paper, again. I don’t agree with the mark; I think I did better than this. So, I want you to re-mark it.
Me: No. I’m not doing any of that. I’ve already spent plenty of time going through your paper. I’ve provided comments throughout indicating where improvement is needed. If there are specific sections you have questions about, I’m happy to discuss them with you to explain what needs to be done to improve your writing. But I’m not marking your work, again, just because you’re unhappy with your mark.
Student: Huh. (pauses, seems to be trying to stare me down, then shrugs) Well, it was worth a try.
Although she left and didn’t argue any more today,
we’ll see if this is the end of this issue for her. I had a
similarly semi-agreeable student appeal ALL of her marks in my course last year after an interaction like this one. The basis for her appeal: her mom read her work and said it was good.
Boots: Fluevog Bondgirls
Scarf: from a random street vendor in Toronto – because I am (occasionally) just that cheap
Footless Tights: American Apparel
T-shirt: American Apparel
Dress: Fylo By Nylon (remixed)
‘Got any tough outfits, internet? What do you wear to feel B.A.* and professional?
* B.A. is a hip term the cool kids are using these days. I learned it from Rad_in_Brooklyn over at Cohabiting Closet who learned it from her extra-cool (or hip, or phat, or whatever means what we used to mean when we said “cool” back in the day) little sister. (It means BAD A$$) ‘Awesome, no?