OK, a trifle more, but definitely on the fly. The student who can't think is freaking out because he "didn't know" that the essay is due on Thursday--and because his score on the final version of his first essay was under a 90 (technically, an automatic failure for the class, but I told him I don't have to invoke that penalty), and because his reading note scores are super low (because he doesn't fucking think.) I explained to him that he needs to get past the initial thought--and it isn't enough to ask questions, he also has to try to answer them. He's getting increasingly sullen, perhaps understandably, but I simply cannot (or will not) lower that bar for him. He has to think. He has to put words on then page. Period. (College now, Sweetie Pie; expectations are different.)
Whatever. He says he "has" to get a C, and I told him that's marginally possible but unlikely. We'll see. I hope he withdraws, partly for his sake, more for mine.
OK, that was more like 3.5 minutes. Gotta go. Steak and bourbon blow-out with Paul and Cathy. Whew.
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