"You have the two hour block set aside for your class's final exam time to email me anything you didn't turn in over the course of the semester."
"Email things to me. I will not be on campus during finals week."
"The last day I will be on campus is the last day of classes, Friday, May 6."
"If you haven't turned in anything over the course of the semester, you have one last chance during [this two hour block] on [this day] to email it to me, because I will not be on campus during finals week."
These things have been iterated and reiterated on a daily basis for the past fucking month, both verbal and written. I still have students trying to find me on campus, to turn in hard copy, and not during the set final exam time. I have students sending me things three or four hours late.
I'm heading into Friday's surgery with a fuck-ton not finished up around the house. The living room is a fucking disaster, as is the kitchen, and the master bedroom/bathroom. I do not yet know what time I am supposed to show up for surgery, nor can I find out before Thursday when the hospital calls me. I have the kids to plan for, the landscapers to watch for, and a whole mess of other things relevant to my LIFE going on. I cannot handle whiny-ass students who don't fucking listen and fucking pay fucking attention on top of all the other shit I've got going on.
I'm about ready to turn in all grades, my grade books, and everything, and tell the stupid shits that think they're adults to go fuck themselves with a fucking cactus impaled on a reciprocating saw.
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