So, that might have come out a little harsh. The sentiment is still there, but I’m really not mean. Well, I can be…if you like it that way.
Here’s my story:
The year after I graduated from High School I went to a community college instead of going away to a four year school. I was in an algebra class (math, yuck) taking a test. I sat on the right hand side of the room, right against the wall, and kind of angled to the wall. Well, in the middle of the test, I started to feel a tingling sensation at the base of my spine. I thought, “well, that’s kind of weird.” So, I turned to my left, and the nose of the girl who sat next to me was two inches from mine! She had been copying off of my paper (or trying to since I’m pretty sure we had different tests). :eek: I was shocked. Amazed. Stunned. I gave her a dirty look, said something like leave me alone and turned towards the wall even further.
So, I went home, my little perfect world of academia shattered, and emailed some teachers from high school that I trusted. They answered back giving me some options. Anyway, I decided to talk to the professor the next day after class. When I told him what happened, he gave me a dumbfounded look and said, “we know those two girls (the two sitting on my left) are doing it, we thought you were in on it too.” :eek: He went on to list five other classes and professors whose classes these girls had done this through. He assured me that these students were being graded “harder” than other students. I asked him why they were allowed to continue at all, and he said, “we’re (the professors) are afraid that we’ll be sued if we report it.” Then he encouraged me to sit on the other side of the room.
Needless to say, I lost respect for him, those other professors and that school. Everytime I went to that class after that, I felt like i was going to hurl. So, I quit going. I efectively dropped out of it.
The next fall, I started at a lovely small private school that at the very least failed and sometimes expelled students who cheated. (I know of two students who were expelled for this very reason.)
What a day! Since I had to dress professionally, and since I kinda sorta neglected to iron a blouse last night, I let Bernie and Scruffy out this morning instead of taking Bernie out on the leash. Then I got out the ironing board and iron. While it was heating up, Scruffy barked to come in, but Bernie was nowhere to be seen. OK, it was 5AM and our yard is shadowy and she’s black, but still, damned dog wouldn’t come when called. So I ironed my blouse, but everything away, and went in search of idiot dog, calling as I went. She finally materialized coming from the neighbor’s yard. I think she went over to check out the smells from their dog. Anyway, I was about 5 minutes late this morning. Idiot dog!
Then I came home to something hanging from the front door. Our heating oil tank was filled today. 202.6 gallons - $612.41. Choke. Gasp. Wheeze. That’s since Dec 12, which averages $150/month - doesn’t sound quite as horrible that way. Still, it’ll only be worse next year. So I guess I’m glad they filled today and didn’t wait till October - we still had about 100 gal in the tank.
We didn’t have sketties last night - **FCD ** wasn’t hungry. So we’re having it tonight. And I should do some laundry today. Yeah, I prolly should run a load right now. And scoop the cat box.
I’ve said it before and I say it again - I need a wife!!! Or a studly young guy who loves doing household chores…
I went out to lunch with a bunch of people today, and someone else brought this issue up, without me mentioning anything about it. If there are any non-handwashers out there, you should know that we talk about you.
Anyway, the current suggestion is to leave a bottle of hand sanitizer on her desk. Probably wouldn’t do any good. Maybe something that shames her a little more like the above note idea so she knows that people notice. Although she doesn’t seem easily shamed when people give her the evil eye in the bathroom. Ugh.
Oh well. It was sooooooo nice to get outside at lunch! It’s gorgeous out and it just felt great to sit outdoors again after a long winter. Yay spring!
I hear you. Cheating was rampant in my high school and it drove me up the wall. The problem is that professors can’t do much about cheating if the school doesn’t have a system to deal with it (this particular college doesn’t). The most I can do is fail her for the class. I’m debating on whether I want to do that or just give her an F for the final paper. The problem is that most of my students plagiarize out of ignorance rather than malice, and to a certain extent it’s not their fault they got a shitty education . . . although in her case I HAVE given her a second chance before.
I used to think my kid was pretty sharp. But she’s given me cause to wonder. Her advisor contacted her and said that her portfolio (a required item for graduation) is in the wrong format. What does daughter do? Does she rush to campus to talk to her advisor and find out what has to be fixed? Does she phone said advisor to find out what needs to be fixed? No, she emails advisor. And that’s it.
She’s supposed to graduate a week from Saturday. She’s had most of the semester to get this portfolio done. Would everyone kindly launch a barrage of trout towards eastern Orlando? Thanks ever so…
Second of all, Noonie, could you possibly chase anymore girls today?
Still busy here.
I went to the urologist today and all I have to say about that is OUCH!!!
(I got temporarily catheterized.)
He prescribed a months’ work of antibiotics, vitamin c, cranberry pills, and lots of water. They’ll send my specimens out for analysis and I go back in a month.
Eh, FCM I understand this. I had professors who were almost never in their office and didn’t return phone calls. Email is often the best, and fastest, way to get a response.
Haze, may I ask, what, exactly, did Stupid Student do?
After working my traditional ten-hour night shift then I went to a blood banking conference this morning. Threw up twice in eight hours (sick… something), so I haven’t had lunch or anything to eat in nearly 24 hours and I’ve been awake since 6:30 PM.
I’m getting too old for this, these day-walker conferences are getting harder and harder to attend every year. And I average about two and a half annually.
That bottle of wine I haven’t opened yet is calling to me…
Seriously, probably not… I do best at short double-entendres and innuendo; fleshing things out and telling a whole story is a very different proposal (and this isn’t really my normal conversational mien IRL, anyway; although I admit it’s a fun break in character.:))
Cutie… yeah, I think there’s a girl I’ve missed chasing lately How you doin’?
And even **Moooom **is looking for a studly young guy… Although, I guess that rules *me *out … :o
**Rosie **-- there’s no point in chasing something that isn’t running away!
ETA: Mousie, you just haven’t been paying attention… guess you’re not really that interested?
Back when I was a kid, a portfolio was something like a Trapper Keeper or any other big binder/notebook. What is a portfolio now to today’s kids?
Not if you’ve got XP or beyond. (Or a Mac!) The operating system handles the multi-screen work on its own. You do need multiple video adapters - in a desktop PC, you’d just add an extra video board. On this IBM laptop, there’s a built-in video “board” inside the laptop, and when it’s on the dock, there’s an additional video board built into the dock. Other brands may or may not provide extra video connections in their docks.
The alternate would have been to buy a USB video adapter, but their performance is not exactly fantastic. Besides, the built-in option was free.
Aye!
But not from Tim Hortons, and I didn’t have to roll any rims. Tully’s was passing out coupons yesterday in some sort of Earth Day promo - probably as “thanks for riding the train instead of driving.”
Near as I can figure, her portfolio is a collection of stuff she needed to do to prove she’ll be a real teacher - I’m guessing things like lesson plans and sample tests and letters to parents of rotten, stinky kids. I dunno. All I know is she’s known about it forever and she never seemed worried about finishing it. I’ve pointed out that there are waitressing jobs to be had all over the place…
Haze, did you ever get your cigarette? If not, I’ll smoke one for you and send lovely waves of telepathic nicotine your way.
Just got back from moving furniture for my family. My dad, who is a curmudgeoney old alcoholic, and not particularly prone to cuteness, actually did something cute today. I had Pat Benatar’s Greatest Hits playing in the car and he sang along. Not in a sarcastic, ‘I’m making fun of your lame 80s music’ sort of way, but in a very quiet ‘I kind of like this song but I hope you can’t hear me over your own high-volume off-key braying’ sort of way. Awww.
While I was over at the family’s house my little cousins talked me into playing DDR with them for a spell, and I misstepped and twisted my bum knee. So now I’m going to be limping around in a leg brace for the next couple of days and I can’t even tell people why. If I ever admit that I play DDR I’m going to get laughed off campus. Must make up impressive story to explain limping.
If anybody is looking for me I’ll be over at Fathom, I need to catch up with the happy place. I’ll be the one drunk after a glass of wine due to an empty stomach.
So, aparently, my New Manager put in for me to have access for my new job, so the systems people thought that meant that I didn’t need access for my current job anymore. :smack:
Gotti For a teacher, which I believe FCdaughter is becoming, a portfolio is a combination of final project and interview material. It includes things like lesson plans and may have examples of tests that you’ve written. As the culmination of teacher school and student teaching, it serves as a longer detailed resume in a job interview. All prospective teachers need to have them, and they often take until the last minute because the prospective teacher often wants the most current stuff in it.
Starbucks was passing out coupons for “Pike’s Peak Roast” here the other day by the handful. I gave mine to a guy at work as I do not drink coffee.
I think I’m about to start a fight with one of my “environmentalist” friends. The one who’s been pissing me off with her professional victim status for the last few months.
See, I just said that the world isn’t ending. She responds with essentially, “If Peak Oil say it is, then it is.” :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
One other bit of mundanity - at the awards ceremony today, the guy reading all the citations and such was a terrible reader. Every time the word “through” was written (as in “… through dedication and hard work…”) he read it as “though” - yeah, that made a lot of sense.
He also had no sense of phrasing or understanding of what punctuation means. eeeesh
He didn’t even try to read out the 13-letter last name of one recipient.
I’ve gotten so sick of these “Please help me get billions of dollars into my US bank, I will reward you with 10%, just let me steal your identity” emails, my new pat response is
“I have forwarded your email to the Fraud divisions of the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, and Interpol.”
I doubt it will have any effect, but maybe they’ll take me off their lists…:shrug:
