Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Eighth grade math. They were doing test corrections. That is, they were going through their tests and reworking the problems they got wrong. This was a mostly voluntary exercise as if they chose not to do it, the teacher wasn't going to force them. It could only improve their grade.
Several of the students were familiar to me from the vacant English class at the beginning of the year. (I will probably say this a lot this school year.)
Dylan was one of the lesser difficult students. I had bigger problems than him, but he totally took advantage of the situation and played rather than worked. So, when he informed me that he has a D in the English class, I wasn't surprised.
Their grades are online, and they can access them at any time. While I was covering the English class, I warned the students that while I was not inputting their assignments (I didn't have access as a sub), their work did still count. I warned them that they'd go from having zero assignments and no grade to having five assignments in a blink.
Dylan showed me the breakdown for his grade. He was missing several assignments, including two that I had assigned...
"I told you those were going to count," I said.
And, really, at this point it's probably too late to turn those assignments in.
Sigh. I did warn them. And, really, it was kind of nice to be able to say I told you so.