Ah, late November . . . when one sees the last leaves falling from the trees, the frost nipping the shrubs in the back yard, the absences piling up in the gradebook.
It's painful to see promising students fall off the wagon. I've got two or three students that will fail their composition course because they just stopped coming. One of them was extremely promising--or at least talked a good game. The other two were going to get by (one of whom is already taking this class for the second time, if that tells you anything). I don't want to hand out those F's, but they've left me no choice.
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