It's kind of awesome when students are responsible*. Tardygirl came to me today, saying, "I hit my third tardy..."
"Ah. You want to know when you'll serve your detention?"
"Yes."
"Come in today for lunch. That's about a half hour."
"OK."
And she did. Without complaint. I wouldn't have even known about it if she hadn't said something (turns out the tardy was a couple weeks ago, but still).
*And yet how odd it feels that it feels so strange when they are. Know what I mean? What's the world coming to when I'm pleasantly, but totally, surprised at instances like this?
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