“I am not going
to track Landon down to make him do
the corrections I offered him for extra credit!”
I stood in the hall between classes with Mrs. Mason, the
Social Studies teacher. Her eyes were
wide. I could see white all around her
pupils. She was breathing hard. She. Was. Mad. I try to stay away from angry people. They might ruin my weekend. I pulled up my best diplomatic tone.
“Well, I don’t think you should be chasing Landon down
either.”
But Mrs. Mason still had steam to vent. “Landon’s mom has sent me three long emails this
week wanting to know why I haven’t entered in his extra credit so he can raise
his grade. How do I enter in extra
credit that has never come in?”
I put on my pained-face expression and sympathetically
shook my head back and forth as Mrs. Mason continued.
“I email back every time saying I haven’t gotten any
corrections from Landon. And then she
emails me back saying he has turned the extra credit in. I have 180 students to keep track of every
single day. I can’t be running after one
student to make him raise his grade from a B minus to a B.”
Hmmm. Landon’s mom wants Mrs. Mason to fix this
problem. And now I think Mrs. Mason
wants me to fix the problem.
“Uh,” I hesitated, “I don’t see Landon today because the
kids are taking state tests this afternoon.”
The bell rang, and we both turned to go back to our
rooms.
“Well, I’m not
running him down,” Mrs. Mason huffed over her shoulder as she disappeared into
her room.
Fifty minutes later, as my reading class was ending, the door
cracked open and a small head peaked in.
“Hi, Mrs. Jones.
Did I leave my binder in here?”
“Well hello,
Landon. Did you finish your tests?
“Yeah. But I can’t
remember where I left my math binder. I
need it for next hour.”
I shrugged. “It’s
not in here.”
Landon started to pull his head out.
“Hey, wait!” I called walking towards the door.
Landon peaked back inside.
“Come here,” I said motioning with my finger.
He cautiously stepped into the room.
I bent down and whispered, “Did you have some corrections you were supposed to turn in to Mrs.
Mason?”
If life came with background music, we would have heard, “DUN,
Dun, dun!” Landon’s eyes widened.
I continued, “Your mom has emailed Mrs. Mason several times
wanting to know why she hasn’t given you credit for your corrections.”
Landon stood frozen, but his eyes began darting back and
forth. The tip of his tongue peeped out
and he bit down on it.
“Have you even done
your corrections?” I asked.
Landon hiss-whispered, “I’m going to do them when I come
to your class.”
“You don’t come to my class today.”
“Then I’ll do them at home tonight. I’ll do them for homework.”
“Your mom thinks you’ve already done them.”
His eyes widened even more. Now I could see white all around his pupils.
“If you want the extra credit, you need to get it
in. Mrs. Mason is not going to hunt you down for it.”
She told me several
times!
He stood quietly. The room was silent. Suddenly the bell rang startling us both.
Landon sputtered, “I’ve gotta go and find my binder.” He turned and ran out of the room.
I stood at the doorway as the rest of the class filed
past me.
Landon’s mom wants
Mrs. Mason to fix this. Mrs. Mason wants
me to fix it. I want Landon to fix
it.
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