I get a 50, right?

A kid brought me a late assignment. We all have those at the end of the year, right? I call it the Battle of the Bulge because students will throw all kinds of late work at you around now in an last ditch effort to save their grades. This time it didn’t matter that I wouldn’t accept it because I couldn’t accept it. It was an assignment from the first semester. I wasn’t even his teacher last semester!

I was in no mood to explain the impossibility of me accepting such a thing. Can you imagine trying to get through to a kid who came up with such a plan? Instead, I took it and told him I would give him 2000 points for it. It will be years before he realizes what happened. Sadly, he’ll probably still be in my class—handing me a math assignment.