Time To Assay The Essay Situation, Part 6

| Toronto, ON, Canada | Cheaters, Homework

(It is the night before an assignment is due. I scored a 70% on the last assignment and in order to stay in my major you need a C+ in all outside major courses. Obviously a 70% isn’t below a C+ but I want to do better. As I’m working on some other work in the library I get a text from a classmate in my class where there is an essay due the next day.)

Classmate: “Hey what topic did you pick for the assignment?”

Me: “Uh, it’s due tomorrow. Don’t you have a topic?!”

Classmate: “I like to pull all nighters.”

(My sister works well under pressure so this doesn’t seem unusual to me. Unhealthy but not unusual. I am trying to make friends in the class so I just sent back “oh, cool.”)

Classmate: “So… topic?”

Me: “I picked [Topic].”

Classmate: “Is it hard?”

Me: “Well, we discussed in the tutorial so I had a jumping point.”

Classmate: “I missed the last tutorials. I slept in.”

(This isn’t uncommon as our class as at 10:30 am.)

Classmate: “What format is it in?”

Me: “MLA. The TA talked about it in tutorial.”

Classmate: “I missed the last few tutorials. Like three of them or something. I lost track. I just don’t want a hard topic.”

Me: *starting to get frustrated since she chose not to go to tutorials* “Well, unfortunately, I can’t pick the topic for you.”

Classmate: “I know, I know. I guess I’ll just do the same one you picked.”

Me: “Okay.”

Classmate: “Did you finish your essay?”

Me: “Yes, my Mom’s just proof-reading it.”

Classmate: “Ugh, I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

Me: “Ya, I feel you.”

Classmate: “Can you send me your essay for referencing purposes?”

(Uh huh, “referencing purposes.” We’re choosing the same article, you’re pulling an all nighter, and you happen to want my FINISHED paper for referencing purposes the night before. Needless to say I didn’t give it to her and she couldn’t finish her essay in time and got docked 2%.)

Time To Assay The Essay Situation, Part 5
Time To Assay The Essay Situation, Part 4
Time To Assay The Essay Situation, Part 3

Pay Her The Green For Noticing The Green

| UK | Health & Body, Teachers

(I have been feeling ill all day, but since we have an important exam, I decide to just bite the bullet. It is just after lunch, about half an hour before the exam, and we are all filing into the exam room to wait.)

Teacher: “[My Name], you’re green! Are you all right?”

Me: *trying to not to sound it* “I’m fine. Just a little under the weather.”

Teacher: “I think you can do better than that. You’re the colour of algae!”

(She disappeared for a couple of minutes and I sat down. She came back with my tutor and bit his head off, demanding I be sent home. I managed a weak protest, but secretly I was thankful. She arranged to have me sit the exam next week. I had four lessons that day, each with a different teacher. I was also seen by many other teachers during the day, but she was the only one who paid any interest and the first time a teacher at that school showed genuine concern. Whatever they’re paying her, it doesn’t come close to what she’s actually worth.)

The Ingredients For Success

| VIC, Australia | Awesome, Food & Drink, Money, Students, Teachers

(I live in a very loving but poor household, and it is a constant struggle for my mother to put food on the table, and even then sometimes she isn’t able to. I’m told that for a major assignment for Home-Ec. (cooking) we have to make a meal of our choice, and buy the ingredients ourselves. I am at a complete loss with what to do. The teacher is pretty tough as well, and while I’ve never had any problems with her she knows I hang out with several students she has put in detention several times for what we perceive as trivial things. Seeing no other option, I go to the teacher during recess with some friends.)

Me: *explains financial problems*

Teacher: *without pitying or condescending tone* “That’s no problem. What were you going to make?”

Me: “Um, toffee apples from an old Woman’s Weekly guide.”

Teacher: “And have you got the ingredients list with you right now?”

Me: “Yeah.”

Teacher: “Okay, come with me.”

(She takes me and my friends to the classroom, pulls out the ingredients I need, and puts them aside for the assignment.)

Teacher: “I know the recipe says for more, but we only have three apples, so I won’t mark you down for that.”

Me: “Thank you so much. I really had no idea what I was going to do and you’re really helping me out here.”

(I’m most grateful of how calm and normal she was about the situation, and didn’t make a big deal about our family’s financial woes. Come the day of the assignment…)

Teacher: *explains basics of assignment*

Student #1: “But, miss, I can’t do this, my family is too poor! We can’t afford it!”

Student #2: “Yeah, mine, too! It’s not fair on us!”

(Everyone in the class knows they are lying, and I’m extremely offended but too embarrassed by my situation to say anything.)

Teacher: *glaring daggers* “Then why didn’t you come to me for help?! I had a student come to me who couldn’t afford the ingredients and we got it arranged for them! So you have no excuse at all!”

Students #1 & #2: *dead silent, I think mostly out of surprise, because they didn’t realise there was anyone in that bad financial situation in their class*

(I got a good mark on the assignment although the recipe didn’t turn out how I was hoping, and always held that teacher in high regard. Yes, she was a little hard-nosed, but she truly pulled through for me when I needed help and was so casual about it, like it was just another job a teacher should do. I will always remember that story fondly. I’m glad I was able to give her an example to use in her classes against slackers trying to get out of doing work.)

Graded Ace-Plus

| Sydney, NSW, Australia | LGBTQ

(I’m taking a Gender Studies class at university. Our major project is to write a thesis introduction on an issue to do with gender, sexuality, or a similar topic. I’m looking at asexual discrimination, as I’m ace (asexual). During the semester, we also have to deliver an oral presentation on our idea, while our classmates provide feedback and ideas. Most of the people there provide helpful tips and criticisms; Student, however, just likes to ask stupid and insensitive questions.)

Me: *finishing presentation* “So that is my plan for my thesis introduction on asexual discrimination. Does anyone have questions or comments?”

Student: “Yeah, if you’re asexual, do you masturbate?”

Me: “I’ll answer your question if you answer mine: how often do you have sex with your partner?”

Student: “Hey! That’s private! What makes you think that you can just ask something like that?”

Me: “That’s pretty much what you were asking me.”

(The teacher gave me bonus points, as one of the forms of discrimination I talked about was others asking aces inappropriate questions, and Student proved my point.)

Thumb Dumb

| Grand Rapids, MI, USA | Extra Stupid, Health & Body, Students

(It’s biology class and we’re to the lesson on blood types. This is, of course, when we all get to stick a finger to draw blood and find out our blood types. Most of us handle this in the usual fashion: a few with some hesitation, a few are accustomed to the procedure and it’s no big deal to do it to ourselves. Of course, there’s the one person who just freaks out and spends the whole class period working up the nerve to cope with a little poke. But the real fun was the kid with little impulse control and that generally fails to listen to instructions.)

Kid: *after one poke* “It’s not working!”

(He pokes his finger tip again, quite deeply. Then a few more times in rapid succession.)

Other Kid: “Dude, you’re supposed to put some pressure at the base of your finger pad with your thumb.”

Kid: “Oh, yeah!” *presses thumb and suddenly his finger is gushing and dripping on the floor* “Whoah!”

(You can probably imagine how this is affecting “panic girl” and further delaying her getting the task done. Isn’t high school biology fun?)