This actually happened to me today (3 July 00)
I’m sitting in my lab rather cranky because I have to go in to take care of my worms, and one of my students comes in. He will henceforth be know as “Brain Dead Child”.
BRAIN DEAD CHILD: Dr T do you give make up tests?
ME: Ummmmmm it’s in the syllabus. I give them if you have another final at the same time or three in a day. Do you fit this criteria? Are you going to need a make-up?
BRAIN DEAD CHILD: I need to take a make-up TEST, not a final.
ME: A test? I don’t give make-ups that’s why I give three tests and allow you to throw out the lowest grade.
ME (now curious): Are you going to miss the next test?
BRAIN DEAD CHILD: Yes I’m going on a family vacation.
ME: Well the test you’re going to miss will just have to be the one you throw out.
BRAIN DEAD CHILD: Well ummmmmmm I missed the first test.
ME (slightly annoyed): Why did you miss the first test?
BRAIN DEAD CHILD: I was on vacation
ME (growing more annoyed): But you just said that you were going on vacation and miss the next test!
BRAIN DEAD CHILD: Oh that’s a FAMILY vacation, the other one was mine.
ME (EXTREMELY annoyed): Were you unaware that you would be taking summer courses?
BRAIN DEAD CHILD: Yes but this trip has been planned for a LOOOOOOOOOONG time.
ME (trying to be rational): Don’t you think that it maybe wasn’t such a good idea to take summer courses then?
BRAIN DEAD CHILD: But I NEED this course.
ME (sick and tired of the entire conversation): Well then you are either going to NEED to take the test and miss your vacation. If not, I suggest you drop because you probably won’t be able to pass this course.
BRAIN DEAD CHILD: But it’s a FAMILY vacation. I don’t think you’re being very fair.
ME (angry now): Well I’ve told you what your options are, so now it’s up to you to decide.
Now this is where it got weird.
I look out the corner of my eye, and through the window I see two boys STEALING an ice-cream cart. I don’t know how I knew I just did.
ME: Are those your friends?
BRAIN DEAD CHILD (sheepishly looking out the window): Ummmmmmmm yup.
ME: I think they might need your help.
BRAIN DEAD CHILD (earnestly) : It sure does. I’d better go. So I can’t take a make-up?
ME: No. You’d better go.
BRAIN DEAD CHILD exits.
I slap myself on the forehead (DOH!!) and call the campus cops.
See what I have to deal with?!?!?