So, on Friday, I allowed my students to journal about what they hated about the class (College Algebra with Review) and told them I would not look at them.
Today, I come into class and my students are a typical Monday afternoon crowd, hating their lives for having picked the class at 2 pm. Anywho, at the end of class, one of my students comes up to me and says that she doesn't like me because I won't let her call me Kitty.
I don't know if it is just me, but the name Kitty sounds like a hooker on the side of Dickson St. Needless to say, I told her she could call me Kat, but that was about as close as she was going to get.
You gotta love those freshman.
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