Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Elfin Crackers and Mouthy Students

Now, I'm not much for soapboxes or railing at the sky and passer-bys.  I mean, I wouldn't reject a present of an actual soapbox, but speaking metaphorically, I'm just not that... concerned with other people thinking just like me.  And even if something is irritating and I feel strongly about it, I try and keep this off of here.  Because if I start, I might not be able to stop.  And then I'd turn into this guy, and you wouldn't stop by anymore.  At least, not until I 86'd the overcoat.

But I'm breaking my rule today.  Donning the overcoat, if you will.  School has been long this week.  Heck, I think it's just the weight of all the weeks of this semester, bearing down on me.  Now, usually on days like this, when it just all gets to be too much, I turn to my treat of choice:

No, I don't turn to food for comfort...

It's like magic, right out of the vending machine.  But today, even Mr. Keebler isn't helping.  Either he's lost his little baking-cookies-in-a-tree magic, or the problem has just become too large.  And what is this said problem?  Mouthy students.  Hence the name of this post.  

Kids these days, I'll tell you what.  They turn 19, get the knack of this college thing, and boom! They're geniuses.  Not only that, but they think everyone else should be (a) caring about their opinions, and (b) catering to them.  I want to push their faces in the dirt and rub sand in their eyes.

Perhaps it has something to do with the decreased level of formality within higher education, perhaps it's something else.  These days, at least at public institutions, it is not scandalous to be calling professors by their first name.  You don't have to raise your hand, just call out in class.  Unhappy with the difficulty of a homework assignment?  Just email your dean and cc the professor you're complaining about.  

There are some good kids.  It's true.  And they make teaching worth it.  But there are others, oh boy are there others.  And those others, well, I just want to squash 'em like a bug and then rub sand in their eyes.  [I know I'm repeating myself here, but the whole 'rub sand in their eyes' just seems like it would be so darn satisfying.]

The good news is, I'm peacing out of this town for a few days.  Heading to a conference with lots of learning and meeting new people and enjoying already known people; and there will be no students.  It should be magical.  Word on the street is, I'll be just down the road from the NASCAR hall of fame.  Any guesses??

Keeping away from sand,

1 comment:

  1. I'm thinking that this is exactly how I feel some days with my middle schoolers..... Excellent post :)


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