How To Drive A Professor Crazy

One of my students requested, weeks ago, that I write a blog post about her.  I won't give her full name; I'm trying to protect the guilty.  But I think she deserves a write-up for demonstrating how to drive one's instructor nuts!

On Monday, she asked if she could get her last test back.  She'd taken it as a make-up because she was sick the week before.  I looked around my office trying to find it.

And I couldn't.  Papers went flying, books were turned over, shelves were investigated, but no exam.  I gave her the grade, but couldn't find the test, and asked for another day to look for it.

Again, I went through all the junk in my office.  Still no paper.  I checked at home, thinking maybe I had left it there.  No test paper to be found!

This morning, I gave my office yet another turning over.  Distraught (how could I lose a TEST????) I went into class resolved to offer her a chance to retake it.  I was ready to confess my unworthiness in having misplaced her exam.  I have never done that before.

And when I said to her, as she entered the classroom, that I still had not found it, she said "Oh, I found it in my book-bag yesterday.  I can't remember when I picked it up, but I guess I did.  I meant to call you. Sorry."

She owes me for the white hairs she caused!!!!  We both laughed about it.

This is probably not the blog post she expected, but it'll give her a bit of history to remember.