Prior to this point and time in the school year, maybe there was some cramming here and there for a little quiz or a test that was important, but in general, the cramming sessions were few and far between. Now, during what I endearingly call the “Cram-ocalypse,” those cramming session are every single second, minute, hour, weekday, and weekend nonstop until you take those stupid tests (the tests that, should you fail, translate to an extra $6000 per botched test in college). Not a very comforting thought. The stress of passing the test alone however, is not enough. What we students really need to keep our spirits high are hours and hours of homework, essays, and group projects each night. If you are thinking in your head, “Wow! That sure sounds like all the teachers I have!" it’s because those ARE the teachers you have. Every teacher “understands” that we're busy and they all “get” we have other classes and commitments, but they still insist on handing out more and more work just because they have now run out of time and need to shove the last bits of information down our throats with as much speed and finesse as possible. Just by saying “I understand,” they have now legitimized their assigning of more work. If only that worked for everything in life, so the next time I wanted to go steal a Ferrari off the lot, I would just be able legitimize my action to the manager by letting him know I “understand” it’s illegal but I just downright don’t care!
Well teachers, now you know how we feel for real. We are done with all of this extra assignment junk. Finished. Done. Now if for some reason you find you are NOT done, you may happen to one day gaze out the window of your class or be walking down the hall and see me, in your car. And when you do, remember: I understand.