Letters from Home

No Apologies

The admin in the English Department thinks I am too hard on my students, I can tell by the look on her face.

I posted a note on mailbox that it is “Closed for portfolio submissions.” This implies, of course, that I haven’t received all of them, and that some of the students (the ones I expected) have not turned them in on time.

The admin in the English Department pouts her bottom lip and says: “And that’s it? If they show up in ten minutes, nothing? Zero?”

That’s right. Nothing. The train has left the station.

It’s raining today. I didn’t get to choose this weather, and it drives me up a wall, that spring is often not what I imagine. That after the initial joyous sensation that 50 degrees is WARM, then, then, it can drag on for months in dreary same-dom. And it rains.

However, I notice that my lawn has unrolled itself luxuriously. The azalea blushes on every cheek. Maples have exploded. The peony that drooped and sighed in the scorching heat last August looks like it might be singing opera.

The admin in the English Department may wrinkle her nose, but I catch the scent of rich compost.

5 thoughts on “No Apologies

  1. I think you should listen to each person who is late with their submission and then decide. The result might well be the same but it makes you a better person and maybe them.

  2. Those same students, and the administrator will expect their pay to arrive on time and be correct. Let them learn that the outside world functions on punctuality. The train has left the station but will it arrive on time? Unlikely here in Merry England.

  3. Forget the admin, but what will your chair think? Good for you! And good luck . . .

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