Katherine Ann Olson was killed after answering an ad on Craigslist for a nanny position. I was the matron of honor for her parents' wedding so I knew Katherine since she was just a twinkle in her father's eyes. The trial for her killer took place these past two weeks, and I have been following it closely. Now that a guilty verdict has been reached, I feel some relief for my friends, but I mostly feel sad that it even happened.
My youngest son attends NDSU in Fargo. My husband has two brothers & families living there along with his 91-yr-old mother. The flooding situation has been distracting me from my school work as I check on what their status is. My husband's mother was evacuated to Fergus Falls so I visited her twice in her new location reassuring her that she would go back to Eventide soon. I made her a copy of a photo album so she could show the staff her family. She was only allowed to evacuate with her walker and three outfits. My son was been sandbagging every day; he will be glad to go school where it is mentally exhausting, but not physically exhausting. My husband's brothers are safe, but they did clean out their basements just in case.
I am talking about these distractions because, as teachers, we often hear excuses from our students on why they did not do their assignments or papers. Some of the excuses are certainly lame: my dog ate my paper, my grandma died, I forgot. Some of the excuses are more plausible: my computer crashed, my car was stuck in the snow, I was sick. But some of the excuses are serious: my father died (verified by student services), I was in the hospital, there was a fire in my parents' home. I do think, at times, the real world distracts us from our scholarly endeavors. It is difficult to concentrate when life intrudes so rudely with a murder trial and major flooding.
Since I know how these events has distracted me, I know that my students have difficult times as well. I want to be able to give them a break on turning in late work. Of course this puts pressure on me at the end of the semester to correct all the late work, but I guess I am too compassionate to be a hard-ass. I do not think I am gullible, but I am sympathetic. Or perhaps I am just a soft touch. So be it.