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Today is the final day of classes and final exams begin on Monday.  The time has flown by so quickly. I’ve almost got a semester under my wide Italian belt.    But it’s not quite over yet and the students are making their final pleas for points.  There’s a line of students outside of every professor’s office. I feel like saying “you didn’t realize that if you missed 15 days you would probably not pass the course?”  It had to occur to you before this week that you needed a C in this class to graduate.  The sob stories are endless and of course colorful. Here are some of the highlights

• PDM: You lost so many points due to proofreading errors
• Student: I wasn’t wearing my glasses when I proofed my paper and didn’t see all those errors

• Student: What do I need to do to pass this class?
• PDM: Register for it again next semester.

• PDM: You never submitted several assignments.
• Student: I had the Swine Flu.

• PDM: Were you quarantined by the Health Department?  Did you only have it in the morning because I saw you on campus in the afternoon on many of the days you were “sick.”
• Student: What’s quarantine?

My office visits haven’t all gone like this.   Far more of my students have strived to excel from the beginning of the semester and have achieved their goal.   Then there’s the group that had low grades at midterm that got focused and are now performing well.   Most of my freshmen have weathered the transition to college life well.    These are the students that I think of when I click my Linea Paolo heels and say “I love my job.”

Air kisses,

Professor Diva Mac