Honesty is such a lonely word... especially at finals time
So what do I do with this????
I am frantically hunched over my desk grading essay questions, because I am a fool who didn't just do multiple choice for her final exams. I am excited because I think I may get an entire class done and their final grades entered when in walks one of my students' special ed aides. She completely ignores the fact that I am working, and that it is the end of the day, and that if I don't leave in 10 minutes I will be charged for afterschool care for my kids, which she knows. She has come in earlier when I was teaching and asked for a copy of my final. She now wants to know what the answers are.
So I try to give her some help, but I don't want her just giving the kid the answers. Blah blah blah, she tells me how much she's enjoyed my class this year. When she finally leaves, she has just cost me twenty bucks in afterschool care charges.
So today our young charge took the final in the special ed testing center.
He got the highest grade in the class. Including my gifted students. And that handwriting isn't his. Not to mention that he just turned in twelve-- TWELVE-- late assignments, some of which are 5 weeks old. But his IEP is wide-open, and that means I have to put up with it.
I've adapted this kid's grade all year. I feel like "adapting" this one too-- but in the other direction.