I like to think I run a tight ship. I expect my students to work hard, do their best and be respectful at all times.
I think I've begun to rub off on some of them.
Monday, I had a student make-up a quiz he'd missed, he was gone with the basketball team the day it was given. Slim was hesitant to take the quiz; like many, he didn't prepare adequately (read, he didn't study). He was scared, his buddies had told him it was a hard quiz. He begged to take the quiz the following day.
He begged. And he begged. I did not acquiesce. Remember, I run a tight ship.
Slim took the quiz. I graded it, he passed but not with his usual high marks, and I handed the quiz back to him.
Big Papa, Slim's friend, took a look at Slim's grade and made some remark to him. I thought nothing more of the situation and proceeded to help another student.
A few minutes passed and Big Papa asked if he could borrow my camera. (Yep, they all know I carry a camera everywhere I go, I've trained them well). I wasn't sure why Big Papa wanted the camera and didn't even stop to ask him why he needed the camera. I hand Big Papa the camera and returned to helping whomever it was I'd been helping.
Next thing I know, Big Papa comes to me and shows me this:
I was somewhat perplexed. Somewhat amused. Somewhat concerned. Concerned that Slim might be offended, though I knew that was probably not the case, he and Big Papa are BFF's.
I asked Big Papa, did you put Slim in the corner?
Big Papa: Yes.
Big Papa: Because, Slim knew about the quiz and didn't study for it. AND, he's smarter than the grade he made.
Peer pressure can be good, no?