It was the end of first period. Corbin approached. He couldn't figure out how to get into the student portal to look at his grades, so he asked me to pull them up for him.
(One of the great things about long term assignments is full access to the gradebook software. I can click on any of "my" students and pull up all of their current grades. Honestly though, I rarely look.)
He had mostly A's with a D in PE...
Me: "Have you not been dressing out?"
Corbin: "Ms. B hates me. She says I have attitude." And he looked genuinely perplexed.
So, let me back up a minute. Corbin... Well... When I gave him back an assignment as it wasn't completely done (and we still had half a period to go, so he had time), he complained that he always gets A's in science, and he did the assignment well enough.
And he's the one who actually did the whole, "When does my real teacher start?" to me. (He's only met me. As Ms. S doesn't return until February, I've been non-specific about how long she'd be out. That's a long time for seventh graders.)
So, uh, yeah, I can confirm Ms. B's assessment. Attitude.
To Corbin's look, I gave a look back.
Me: "Well, uh..."
He genuinely has no clue that he acts like he knows everything. Which... tracks, really.
What's funny is once I separated him from the other boy in class who's a disruption, Corbin's been okay. (Other than his smugness.) I kind of like him. And he does do his work.
As for the attitude, well, he'll likely grow out of it. Or decide to become a surgeon. One or the other, really.
