Or: whatever can go wrong, will.
Last night were the presentations that my students had to give for class. The presentation was a summary of a college class that they observed at some point during the semester.
I got a late start leaving for class; kept forgetting things like my book bag, my phone, etc., etc. So I got there about 3 minutes before class was supposed to start. Note that I say ‘supposed to’.
When I got there finally, I found out that the Internet was down and so therefore I couldn’t print out the materials I had emailed myself that I needed for class. So I had to cobble together some kind of semblence of scoring rubric to use since that was one of the things I had emailed.
And then my laptop was acting screwy and through the course of the evening had to be restarted twice, once during one student’s presentation. And my computer takes FOR EVER to start up. Hand-cranking could not be slower.
We didn’t actually start class until 25 minutes after the hour. By that time, I had come to the conclusion that actually hooking up the Powerpoint projector to my laptop and getting that set up would probably be yet another exercise in the evening’s futility so…skip Powerpoint projector. just use laptop (which had to be restarted).
At this point, one of the students walked in. He’d had to go home because he had emailed his presentation to himself and couldn’t access it but he also had computer problems and had to call his friend to access his email and print out the presentation and bring it to school for him, all of which involved several phone calls upon receiving which he would exit the classroom and come back in to report on the status…during the other students’ presentations. And on top of that, all the students were supposed to have a typed copy of the notes they were using for the other students to look at but he did not because, as he said, ‘it would have taken too long’. !!! I had told the class AT LEAST three times they needed to do this. It was worth 1/3 of the presentation points. And when I give him a zero, I know he will argue (this is the guy who also asked me why I didn’t email him when the college class was cancelled (they had the info on how to check the college cancellations) or why I didn’t email his professor for him to ask about him observing. Hello! Are you a grown up?!)
The 3 women did fine (of course). The one guy I had to cut short because he was fixin’ to go on for about 1/2 hour (it was supposed to be 10 mins max). And really, his production is not all the comprehendable; lots of straining to understand.
Then the guy who didn’t have his notes. He kept correcting the other student’s pronunciation. Errrrrgggg! You are not the teacher!!!
This is the way the class ends: not with a whimper, with a bang.