I screwed up.
I can't believe it. (Well, I can).
A student's mom called the Dean this week and went ballistic over her son's grade. Her argument against his F is that he never got feedback from me. Nonsense! I said. Of course I gave feedback. I feed people back. It is what I do.
Of course, it is what I do when I actually do it. Meaning, when I actually attach the file to an email to return it to the student. Guess what I didn't do?
Yeah. So the student, apparently unconcerned about the lack of feedback, assumed that despite the Fs in the gradebook and a sizeable number of blanks indicating late work, chose not to worry about whether he would pass until the moment when he found out he had, in fact, failed.
My failure: attaching comments to emails.
His failure: failing to care until he got his grade and his mom got pissed at him.
So needless to say, this has not been a great day for me as a teacher (and carbon-based life form). More on this debacle - and what I plan to do to fix it - later.
I have lots of other feeling sad and stupid to do before this day is over.