My daughter is attending one of our higher institutions for learning. It is a university with accolades galore. A good school. A recognizable name.
So, when she told me this story about one of her professors, I was a bit baffled.
She and her classmates had taken their last test before final exams a few days ago. The professor was handing back their tests and reminding them that they needed to study for the final from all of their previous exams.
“Oh,” she continued, “and I have to apologize. But my cat peed on your tests.”
“Was she serious?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” my daughter replied.
So, it smells. To high heaven. Of cat pee.
“I just feel sorry for the guy whose test was on the top of the pile,” my daughter said.
Okay. First of all, I’d be mortified, as a teacher, to hand back tests or papers that had been soiled in any way. Cat pee, being one of the most mortifying.
Secondly, why hand them back at all? Or, better yet, photo copy the tests and hand back the photo copies so that your student’s backpacks, cars and dorm rooms don’t have to smell like your cat’s urine.
Just a thought. Or two.
Nope. I’m still sitting here, shaking my head.