So after everything that happened yesterday, I decided to have a restful day today, sleep in, relax, and try to recover.
But at 8:35 in the morning, my cell phone rang.
“What?” I croaked into the phone.
“I missed the final yesterday,” a chirpy voice rattled out. “Ha ha, I just forgot about it completely, which is, like, totally silly of me. I wrote you an email to ask if I could take it this morning but since you never wrote back, I decided to call.”
“Who are you?” I cackled, trying to awaken. I’m an old person and tend to expect that people start a conversation by greeting me and telling me their name.
“Oh. I’m Janet. From your course?”
When I looked at my emails, I saw that Janet had, indeed, sent me an email. At 11:47 pm. Since there was no response from me between 11:47 pm and 8:35 am, she found my cell number (which, as you might imagine, I do not share with my students) and called me.
The funny thing is that I would have certainly let her retake the exam. I’m the most laid back professor in the world and always accommodate students’ needs. The student, however, could not have found a more antagonizing and obnoxious way of going about the whole thing.
I understand that students are young but do they have to be this inconsiderate and rude?