Thursday, April 5, 2018
Earvin Strikes Again
As luck would have it, I was back in the math class at the continuation high school exactly a week after my last run in with Earvin...
(I've known Earvin for a while. Last week he pestered me until he managed to find a way to get excused from class. Check out the links for the full story.)
As soon as he arrived in class, he started working the excuses. Could he...?
I cut him off. I explained that I had gotten into trouble with the counselor last week for allowing him to leave class. (This was an exaggeration. While the counselor had talked to me, it was more of a heads up about Earvin's penchant for avoiding math than "trouble". But Earvin would more easily understand if I termed it "trouble".)
So, Earvin found a seat...
Alas, it wasn't his assigned seat.
(This teacher is pretty strict about lots of things, including students sitting in their assigned seats. They all know this, but they still grumble when I call them on it.)
The instructional aide requested that Earvin sit in his assigned seat. He argued that he wasn't bothering anybody in the seat he had chosen to sit. (He sat next to this girl...)
So, back and forth we went. He wanted to know why he had to sit in his assigned seat when he wasn't bothering anybody. (I wasn't about to get the girl into it. If he was bothering her, she wasn't saying.) I said we needed to follow his teacher's rules.
He said the teacher sometimes let him sit a couple seats away from his assigned seat. I said that would be fine. He countered with if that was fine, why couldn't he sit next to the girl, then?
We reached a stalemate. So, he asked to use the restroom. Someone was out of class, so he had to wait. Then he found the coup de grâce... Could he see the nurse?
I pretty much let anyone who asks go to the health office. They could be lying. But I don't know that for sure. So, of course, I let him go.
And so, Earvin managed to get out of math class without doing any work. Again.
Earvin: 2. Me: 0.
Although, I did record the whole thing for Mr. F to deal with upon his return.
What was your best excuse to get out of math class (or doing your math homework)? Or were you weird like me and actually liked math?
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