My high school job is shelving books in a library. It is a great job, good pay, wonderful coworkers, and flexible hours. They also have a relaxed dress code, which is basically the same as the local school system’s. That’s actually how they described it to newcomers: anything they can wear to school, they can wear to work at the library.
At another branch, the students started regularly wearing torn jeans to work. The main office saw this and thought it looked trashy, so they made a rule: no more jeans. Every other kind of pants were fine, even sweatpants, but no jeans.
So of course, now I can wear a pair of torn khakis with holes in the knees, according to the rules, but a nice, new pair of intact jeans are not allowed. I don’t think banning jeans in itself is a stupid and unreasonable move, but if they had a problem with the condition of them, it makes more sense to ban any pants in bad condition.
I attended a highly-rated automotive vocational program — it has one of the highest placement rates on campus, even at a community college with better numbers than average. There are two tracks, part-time night classes and full-time day classes, and there are generally about three applicants for every spot available in the full-time track with previous educational and/or work experience required for admission. One of the teachers, as many teachers do, would tell students on the first day that they if they had any questions they should ask because ‘There’s no such thing as a stupid question.’
By the time I took his class, he changed to telling people he USED to say that, until someone proved him wrong. On his first day teaching one of the full-time program classes, when he said it a student’s hand shot up, and he called on them. The student asked ‘Why is it when you watch a video of a car driving down the freeway, the car is moving forward but the wheels are turning BACKWARD?’
The teacher is now forced to admit that there is, in fact, such thing as a stupid question.
My school has a cafeteria with high ceilings and windows with ledges about 30 feet up the wall. My classmates have been adamantly practicing the bottle flipping that has been going around the Internet, but as the class clown I know I can’t be outdone by some freshman with a sports drink bottle.
The cafeteria sells special juice bottles that I decide will he perfect for my stunt. I buy one, empty it to about right for bottle flipping, and stand near a wall. Keep in mind I haven’t told anyone what I’m going to do, but soon a couple people see me and the entire cafeteria quickly silences.
I can see the administrator giving me the stink eye, but I don’t let that stop me. I toss the bottle up and by some stroke of luck it lands perfectly on the ledge and the whole room fills with cheers.
I got detention for a lunchroom violation, but each day another food item appeared on the ledge. First there was applesauce, then a box of milk, another water bottle, and finally a sandwich, before the school finally posted an SRO near the ledge to watch for people like me.
I am taking a Calc 1 test in the Student Assessment Center (I have ADD and am allowed double time for exams as a result), and it just so happens to be the day before my 21st birthday. For kicks and giggles, I decide to write on the front of the test, “I’m turning 21 tomorrow. B-Day bonus points, please? :)” as a joke, not expecting anything to come of it.
On a semi-related note, one of the questions on the front gave us a graph and, among other things, wanted us to list at what points the derivative of the function, labeled as “f'(x)”, equaled 0. Unfortunately, I and several others didn’t see the apostrophe and thought it was asking for what points “f(x)” equaled 0. Many facepalms were had when he went over this (and some other problem questions, but that was the real “duh” moment) on the board before handing back the tests.
However, when I got mine back, I noticed that my note was circled, he had drawn an arrow between it and the incorrectly answered problem, and he had written “I won’t count off. There are your free points! =)” next to it.
It was only two or three points, not even enough to change the letter grade, but I was still surprised that he had actually gone through with it.
I tend to be rather flexible on late work. I get the purpose of not taking late work to teach kids responsibility about deadlines and procrastination, but I also teach in a school where many of our kids are involved in several extracurricular activities, including jobs and church activities, so I’m willing to be flexible and work around their schedule as long as they’re willing to meet me halfway and make classwork a priority.
Unfortunately, that leads to abuse. Today is the last day of the grading period. I’ve had several students come up to me. “If I don’t turn anything in today, what will my grade be?” And when the answer comes back “68”, they’re not happy — 70 is the minimum to pass. “Well, that sucks. Now I actually have to do my work, and I only have today to do it!”