Tell me what you really think.
Mediocrates to the rescue:
http://www.pldi.net/~murrows/
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xoxo
My darling husband and I spent today at a Love and Logic seminar, in hopes we can stay ahead of our little boys. So with that in mind, all I can say is...ohhhhh, how sad. Let me know how that works out for you. ; ) Even in college, they have the hardest time learning the simplest lessons.
Yeah, syllabus woes. I actually once had a student claim that he didn't think the syllabus was "that important" so he threw it away. (After I spent most of the first class period reading it and going over the important points. And even though I had DO NOT LOSE THIS DOCUMENT!!! typed on the top of it).
some of my colleagues have contract-syllabi, where they make the student sign a sheet that says they've read, they understand, and they agree to abide by the syllabus. Probably not LEGALLY binding, but it's useful I guess.
I've resisted doing that - because it would mean ANOTHER mess of papers to file and save and be able to trot out when someone whines that they "didn't know" we were having an exam, even though I announced it five times and had it posted in the syllabus...
My professor husband has that if a student misses too many classes he will drop that student. He's reasonable about it, true sickness, one student on volleyball team, etc. So far that saves him a lot of grief.
When I was in college I had a midterm the day after St. Pats (on a Friday). Had an English professor that had the policy "unless you have a note from God stating that you indeed are dead" you were expected to be present for testing.
Really, he was reasonable about it - if you weren't slacking to begin with.
I woke up face down on my livingroom floor wearing the clothes I had gone out in the night before. It was 15 minutes before the mid-term and my apartment a solid 30 minute brisk walk from the classroom.
I brushed my teeth, grabbed some writing implements and ran across Boston to my mid-term, stinking, I'm sure of beer, whiskey and smoke from hitting the Irish bars the night before.
I made it in time for the test - the teacher took one look at me (maybe caught my scent) and told me to go home, that he would give me a make-up. I think he appreciated that I made the effort.
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