End of the School Year (2005-2006) Part I

"Mr. Leab?"
"Yes?"
"I don't like my grade."
"Oooook. What do you want me to do?"
"I want an 'A'...regular or minus...doesn't matter which."
"You have a 'C' right now."
"But I WANT an 'A' in this class."
"Ok, you need to do the work over the next ten days."
"Can't you just GIVE me the grade?"
Snort! "Uh...no."
"Here, look at this. I did it in ten minutes. It's good, right?"
"Yes."
"See, that's why you have to raise my grade on the (Odyssey) project. It may have looked like it was only a few minutes of work, but see how good it can be?"
"You got some of the information wrong, your paper wasn't proofread, AND...you even misspelled my name, the name of the book, AND the name of the main character. That's alot to get wrong for having two weeks to work on it."
"That...that is not the point."
"It isn't?"
"No. The point is that I need an "A", and you should give it to me!"
"It's not going to happen."
"BUUUUUT THAAAAAT'SSS NOOOOOT FAIR! If I don't get an "A", I don't get my car. I WANT my car!"
"This isn't helping me to change my mind."
"Look, why can't you just let me have the "A" now? Do that, and I'll be good until the end of the year."
"Be good until the end of the year, and you MIGHT earn that "A"...maybe."
"You're mean and this isn't fair. This is because I'm black, isn't it?"
"SIGH. No. It's because you don't turn in work. It's because you talk to other class mates rather than listen to me."
"Huh? Are you talking to me still?"
"Thank you for proving my point."
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I echo Michele. I tolerate the kids.
I tolerate the kids.
I tolerate the kids.
I tolerate the kids. (Only ten more days.)
Repeat and breath.