slacker redux

Now I feel cruel.

A girl wrote to me and asked if she could meet with me, after admitting she couldn't motivate herself to come to my class.

Good grief.

I told her I didn't see a need for a meeting. I've never done that before. I know she is really scared.

Today she came to class after about three weeks and looked near tears the whole time.

Sigh.

I feel bad. Plus she tried to turn in her paper without a folder, which I don't allow. Why? Because everyone else has to use a folder. And also because I am a cast iron bitch, THAT'S why. This is not an easy gig.

J'ai envie d'essayer mes skis neufs.