The Adjunct

At 8:00 AM my phone rings. It is the student who had been writing me about getting a late drop from the class. I really hate it when they give out our phone number to students. If you want to get a feel for this conversation, just read re: Drop out loud.

Student: Will you request a late drop?

Me: No.

Student: Why not.

Me: Because it was your responsibility to drop, and you waited until the end of the quarter to contact me.

Student: So, will you request a late drop?

Me: No.

Student: But WHY NOT?

Right around the time my left ear started to bleed, she finally broke from the circle.

Student: I will go to the dean and she will make you give me a late drop.

Me: The dean can’t do that. It is my call, not hers.

Student: I will convince her.

Me: Again, she doesn’t have the ability to force me to give you a late drop.

Student: So you will give me a late drop if I don’t go to the dean?

On and on. Finally, it was time for me to end this conversation. Again, since this was a phone call, I am paraphrasing.

Me: As I said before, my decision is final. I have explained my reasons, and I will not change my stance on this. Going to the dean will not help, because there is absolutely nothing she can do and you are just going to be pestering her needlessly. I need to go now.

Student: You cannot stop me from going to the dean!

Me: Feel free. In the future, please do not call me at 8:00 AM.