Last week, I was back at the continuation high school. It's state testing time, and I had been contracted to help. They did the testing in the morning, and then in the afternoon the students who weren't being tested showed up to have a "normal" school day. (As normal as it could be at a different time and missing half the students.)
On Monday, I covered the afternoon classes of a teacher who was out sick. The orientation classes.
Unsurprisingly, the students who weren't testing arrived wound up and not in a working mood. Since I was going to have them for two hours, this wasn't going to fly. The first thing I had to do was clamp down on them and get them on task.
There is no "done". Not in orientation. Sure, Alec might have completed the "orientation" portion of the curriculum, but when that happens, the teacher assigns the students work for other classes. If they weren't missing credits from classes they should have already passed, they never would have been enrolled at this school.
Alec claimed he could prove it. Okay, then. Only, he had trouble logging onto the program.
He put in his username. Typed in a 6-digit password. Got an error message. Rinse. Repeat.
I went into problem solving mode. Had he written down the password? No. And he couldn't recall it.
Alec explained that he had done so much weed he couldn't now retain information like passwords. (He's 16.) He told me the teacher usually had to log him in.
Desperate (there was no way I was letting him play slither.io for two hours), I called the counselor, hoping she had the passwords.
She did. Turns out, the password is his birthday. Which she rattled off for me.
I went back to Alec. Told him his password was his birthday. He typed in 6 digits again and still got an error message. He tried this a few more times...
Okay, let me try...
And I logged him in, first try.
And... he was not finished with his assignments. Naturally.
(Funnily enough, Alec got quite a lot accomplished that day, according to his teacher. I talked to her the next day. She was able to monitor what they were doing at home, but that's a whole 'nother blog post.)