I think the only time I availed myself of an extension, I basically told the prof the paper for his class was taking a backseat to my thesis, I'd accept the consequences. Told me I'd be docked a grade if I got it in within a week, which I was fine with. More than fair. He started laughing when I just shrugged. I guess that wasn't the norm when people asked for leeway. It was for an art req at my school, one of three papers. Somewhere I have it, it was snarky as shit (because I really didn't care about it by that point) and he'd written a note to the effect that he really wished he didn't need to dock the grade because it was one of the most entertaining papers he'd had to grade in years.

I almost felt bad.

I took both exams for one class late. Slept through one, was sick (for reals) for the other.

I took a D in a class once, I deserved it.

I never once argued a grade or asked for extra credit.

I did however turn most papers in at the last possible second or late. I caught one professor as he was walking off campus for the day.

For my senior seminar, I was the only student who did not take an incomplete. We had class on a Wednesday to discuss the last book and then the paper was due that Friday at 8:00 AM. I busted my ass, but I was the only undergrad in the (grad) class and I needed it to graduate that semester so finish on time I did.

When students ask for extensions in advance of due dates, I have no problems extending them. When they ask for extensions on the date the paper is due, I just look baffled and say no.

I only argued when I was certain I was right. Was sometimes proven wrong, but accepted gracefully. But sometimes I was right. As of 2005, I was the only person to not miss a single equation on Mr. Shock's chem exams (I graduated hs in 1993, 2005 is my last updated- my mom is now friends with his wife.) And I only have that because I argued back. Still kinda surprised I had the nerve to do that back then. But I guess, when I'm certain I'm right....

... I had no business being in an art history class with art majors. It was comically bad. But I did learn the art the spoke to me was that which made me want to touch it. So, that.

I am of the Everybody Always Sucked school of thought. But I also feel a wee bit #notallkids about Kids These Days, because I work with a hell of a lot of incredibly talented, dedicated, hardworking kiddoes who have absolutely no one on their side and still take responsibility for their shit. I also have the other kind. But still.

I think privilege is a part of it, for sure.

ANYWAY! I HAD BUFFISTAS! So fantastic to meet/see everyone, and many thanks to Gris for hosting!

Richard III was laid to rest yesterday.

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His coffin had a crown on it, and two riders in full armor, with the horses in armor, flanked the door to the cathedral. As befits a warrior Plantagenet king. The British do this stuff up right.

The only time I asked for an extension was when my Sculpture project self-destructed at 11 pm the night before it was due. The replacement fulfilled the same requirements, but I made it a cubic foot instead of a cubic yard and instead of an elegant tracing of a cube exterior it was two melded squares that a grown man could stand on.

I asked for an extension maybe once BUT I was a full-time, on campus college student. Taking grad classes recently while working a full time job, I did the bare minimum, and I feel for a lot of the students at Bob's institution who have other non-college stuff going on. A lot are still grubby monsters though.

I was the extension/late paper queen. It was one of my profs who encouraged me to always to ask for extensions instead of handing papers in late. But I never did argue a grade. The only profs that didn't do extensions were theatre profs...because you can't miss a deadline in theatre.