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.

Blue sky above but it is snowing.

At first, I thought a dove had exploded.

Not down with this, in case you wondered.

One of the great things about being a psychology major was that when life got extra crappy and I was taking a class with my advisor, he let me make up an exam.

The only time I asked for extra credit after the fact to increase a grade was one term in Calculus (I started out as a Chem. major). I'd had a nasty respiratory flu that hung on so long and hard that... well... one of my other profs for a large general requirement class took random "attendance quizzes". I missed 9/10 of them but I got As on the exams and he sort of was relieved when I wasn't there, coughing up a storm, so he threw out the attendance quiz grades for me (I did not ask for that, he just automatically had mercy on me). To keep up with Calc, I hired a tutor, and I managed to earn a C. Which that prof then proceeded to dock down to D because of poor attendance. (He knew darn well I was sick, when I was sent for a chest x-ray to see if it was pneumonia, he said, "I hope it's pneumonia - because they can do something about that.") Of course, this was the guy that docked someone else in another section for attendance when the guy went to his father's funeral. At any rate the extra credit was to get back my C.

Hell really is Calculus story problems.

I asked for extensions all the time. Some professors gave them readily, some gave them with a letter grade penalty for every day, and some refused. I never argued about any grades, though and it never would have occurred to me.

The only time I asked for extensions or exceptions was finals week one semester. The week DH died. I had actually missed my finals and went to see the professors. One said forget it since he was going to drop the lowest grade anyway and I had an A. The other one said he would just hold my grade until I was ready to take the final. I went ahead and took it right then.

My kids on the other hand! I fought with teachers far too often for help and extensions and extra credit. I apologize! Seriously, I was wronger than a wrongheaded thing to fight for them this way. They didn't develop the responsibility gene and did get the make excuses gene and it is all my fault! If I had to do it over again I would let them sink so they would learn to swim. Live and learn. So sorry, teachers!