I found a notebook left in class today. My intro class. Just a simple spiral bound notebook, but the notes inside clearly identified it as a student from my class. No name, though, as I found by thumbing through it.
I can handle the fact that about halfway through the notes little artwork doodles began to appear in the margins.
And I can handle the 'blah blah blah' messages written over a few pages toward the end of the notes.
I can even handle the drawing of what I assume was me on the last page, surrounded by 'blah blah blah.'
Really, I can handle it. Sure it hurt my feelings, but I'll get over it. I pretty much figure it was drawn by one of the lower performing students who would do it to any professor.
But what I can't handle was the tiny little corner of one page torn off and stuck in the notebook.
The one that was all wrinkled from being crumpled in someone's hand.
The one with definitions of some of the terms they needed to know for the quiz today.
The cheat sheet. Now that fucking pisses me off.
Especially coming on the heels of doling out four zero grades for blatant plagiarism.
I just have to remind myself that it represents four, or possibly five, out of 37 students.
And double my efforts to be there for the other 32.