End of Semester Woes
The semester can’t end, it would seem, without a student crying in my classroom (I don’t have an office, really, so this is as likely to happen in the hallway, in front of the Coke machines, or on the way to the parking lot, tbh). I always feel badly when students are upset by the work we are doing, but I’m also heartened – it means that they actually care about what they are writing, and how they’re writing it….