Voodoo Child v. 16: it doesn't have to be eternal to be immortal.

I was in class today, administering the final exam for my class. I feel kind of bad about it now that I think of it...perhaps I was being rough. The hint was that it was a 68 question final exam, to be completed in 90 minutes. Also, maybe it was hardcore when someone turned it in and said, "are you trying to kill us?"

I half-smirked. No. But yes.

The other day I was doing a lecture on diversity and relationships, and it was really hard for them to comprehend how to use I statements. In other words, instead of saying "you're a dick" you would say, "I don't agree with you." Someone wanted to argue with me and say, it's still offensive. I said, no, it's not offensive. It's about YOU and not about them. This went on for a few minutes. Back and forth. Fine, it'll be on the final exam.

Don't piss of your teacher.

I made it open book too, just to be fair for giving them so much stuff to work on. Surprisingly enough, if you get a special helpy helperson for your test, guess what, it's harder. Truth be told, it's an open book test, so you should technically have the answers at your fingertips.

Oh yah, it's worth half your grade.

Rough. Don't take my class.

But I will tell you this:  more often than not, 4 years after I've taught the class, when my kids are graduating and I'm helping them go up to receive their diploma, they have all come up to me and said thank you. Thanks for kicking my butt, for helping me out, and for giving me some insane ass final exam.

Like all things in education,  the process is one that doesn't pay off right away. It'll come to you when it's ready. Or if you let it.

Now off to correct those fuckers. Did I tell you they were 17 pages each?

Voodoo