Student "edition" found at {csi dot journalspace dot com}.

Maybe I shouldn't have started this blog now, not with everything that's been going on.

So yesterday I was talking about Deiv’s last “attack” for the term, which, unfortunately for him, I anticipated.

We were the only ones in my room for course card distribution for around a quarter of an hour, maybe more, since most of the other students had already gotten their grades from me earlier when I saw them hanging around the faculty room.

In fact, I had also seen Deiv hanging around the faculty room earlier, but I didn’t talk to him.

He was, at that time, talking to another teacher about his not having been present at the removal exam set by that engineering professor a few days before.

As always, it was written by his mom again instead of being a medical certificate, showing that he was still being coddled by his parents and supporting his eccentricities.

I had suggested to the teacher to have the guidance counselor (again) talk to the student before being given the exam, because his behavior like that is chronic.

At the same time, what is modern technology for that the student cannot inform the teacher about his condition on the day of the exam itself, and instead of allowing the teacher to believe that the student will not take the exam anymore without communication? It is still the student’s responsibility after all.

Of course, the teacher now has the opportunity of making a very difficult exam not only to balance out the student’s longer study time compared to his classmates (and maybe asking them what the questions were – although there is a fat chance of his classmates accommodating him with that request in Deiv’s case), but also to make the teacher’s own correcting time shorter by assuring the student will not be able to answer most of the questions given.

Anyway, Deiv was in the faculty room worrying about that, so he wasn’t bothering me before my class card distribution schedule, until the set time, that is.

Then he followed me back to the faculty room, after waiting in the distribution room for about ten minutes, since he assumed I was going back to keep clarifying his grade for him, when I only went back to get his exercise notebook, assuming he was following me. I’ll finish this tale next time.

Session 1289 asks for special treatment. Class dismissed.