The last week before winter break was finals. The last week of the semester.
I started covering the special ed social studies class two weeks prior. That first day I received a copy of the finals schedule. As soon as I saw it, I uploaded it to the classes' Google Classrooms. Over the next two days, I made sure to tell each class where they could find the schedule.
For the whole following week, I made mention of the finals schedule at least once a period. One day I even presented it to each class to make sure they looked at it. On their last day of the week, I made special mention of what day their finals were on, as some of them would be meeting on the "wrong" day.
(The schedule is staggered. Periods 1, 3, and 5 meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Periods 2, 4, and 6 meet on Wednesdays and Fridays. All classes meet on Mondays. So, while it wouldn't be weird for periods 1 and 2 to go to class on Monday, it is odd for period 4 to meet on a Tuesday.)
So, they should have it, right?
On Sunday as I was going through my email (mostly to clear out the clutter), I ran across a student comment: "I was at a funeral. i missed other classes today 2 wonder how can i complete my final"
This was in response to the teacher's posting of what would be covered in their final.
Um. . . I. . .
I just. . .
What I actually did was to reply to the student's comment. Calmly. "Your final is on Wednesday. You haven't missed it."
Privately, well, you can see what I'm doing privately. Shaking my head. Wondering.
They don't listen. I mean, I knew this, but still. I can't say I didn't go over it with them and explain.