Yannick’s Debts: Reprise

There’s a month left in the semester.  Four weeks.  Fifty-four hours of class time.

When I arrive at this point in the term, I always think of Yannick.  I anticipate others like him, students I’ve all but forgotten, who will reappear with stories about why they should be allowed to make up work, do extra credit, coast by.  There are at least four this semester who might turn up in my office with sad tales, and I’m already formulating my answers.  They are all variations of “No,” much firmer than anything I said to Yannick.

That said, I don’t think my responses to Yannick two years ago were all wrong.  Maybe you have a different opinion.  Let me know.

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When Yannick walked into my office on Thursday, his first words were, “Miss, do you remember me?”

I did.  He’s in my Travel Literature class, but I hadn’t seen him in almost 2 months.  He hadn’t written any of his required blog posts.  He’d showed up to do his (half-assed) oral presentation, but had never submitted his bibliography.  The major essays had been due the day before, and I’d heard nothing from him.  I’d assumed he was gone for good, but that’s often a foolish assumption.

“I’ve been away from school for a while,” he said.  “I’ve been having some problems.”

I gestured for him to sit down, and he explained.  He’d visited Academic Advising that morning.  He’d told them what was going on, and why he’d missed so much school, but they’d told him that there was no official remedy for his situation, because his difficulties were not medical.  His only hope was to speak with his teachers, see what he could do to complete his semester, and try to pass four of his courses, because he’s on academic probation and if he fails this term, he’s out for good.

“I’ve seen my other five teachers,” he said.  “Two of them say there’s no way.  The other three told me what I need to do if I want to pass.  So that just leaves this course.”

Yannick is a handsome and confident young man.  He reminds me a little of another handsome and confident young man I taught a few years ago, one who spoke with the assurance that of course you were going to do whatever he asked of you.  And people did, especially girls, who allowed him to cheat off their tests and, I heard, signed his name to attendance sheets in courses he skipped.  (He eventually failed my course for blatant, unrepentant plagiarism.)  Yannick’s air is a bit less presumptuous, slightly deferential but not obsequious.  It’s an effective air, but I’ve seen it before, and am mostly invulnerable to it now.

I outlined what the possibilities were.  He wasn’t going to pass his blog project, but there was still time to make up some missed posts and get something more than 0%.  His major paper was going to be late, but I accept papers up to a week after the deadline, albeit with a 5%-per-day late penalty.  His Mock Exit Exam would be the following week, and he needed to show up and do his best with that.  His in-class assignments grade was in the toilet, and that was not reparable.  “It’s not impossible, Yannick,” I said, “but frankly, I’m not optimistic about your chances.”

“But, you see, miss…do you want to know my situation?”

I gave a shrug that I hoped was nonchalant without being insulting.  “You’re welcome to tell me about it if you like.”

And then he proceeded to tell me about his father’s business.  The details of it were confusing, but the upshot seemed to be that his father had dug himself into a hole by importing cars, selling them at auction, but then getting behind on his payments and sales and accumulating debt.  The auction had finally seized their cars and, after some negotiation, agreed to accept a payment of $50,000 to cover the remainder, money the family didn’t have.  Yannick had been working 12 hours a day at the shop trying to help out, but now creditors had been calling and coming to the door, so they weren’t spending much time at home.  The family and the business were crumbling.

“O.K.,” I said.  “I understand that this is a difficult situation.  But you’ve been missing from my course for 7 WEEKS, Yannick.  There are 3 WEEKS left in the semester.  There’s no reason you couldn’t have called your teachers a month ago and let them know that you were having problems.  I have plenty of other students who have problems at home, and they’ve either tried to manage these problems differently than you have, or they’ve accepted the consequences.  It’s not impossible for you to get through, but I think, given the work you’ve done already, that it’s highly, highly unlikely, especially if you have three other courses you need to try to pass at the same time.  If you’re on academic probation, then you KNOW what happens when you don’t come to class and you don’t do the work.”

“Well, the academic probation, that was all me.  I just didn’t take things seriously.  But this, Miss, I’m not bullshitting you.  I can bring you proof if you want.”

“It wouldn’t matter.  Unless you’ve had a medical crisis, there’s nothing the documentation can be used for.  You just need to do what you can with what you have left, and hope for the best.  But there are absolutely no guarantees, and I have to be honest with you, Yannick – I don’t think you’re going to pass.”

“The thing is, Miss, you have to understand.  If I fail out this semester, they’re going to kick me out for a year.  I don’t want to spend a year doing nothing.”

I stared at him for a moment.  Then I said, “Of course I understand that this is difficult, but we have to be realistic here.  I’m not going to GIVE you the grades.  You have to earn them by demonstrating what you’ve learned, and you haven’t been in class to learn anything.  So we’ll see how it goes.”

Then we went over the guidelines for the remaining assignments, and he shook my hand, thanked me, and left.

When he was gone, I put my head in my hands.  For a moment I was angry, although that calmed pretty quickly.  Then I was just sad.  Really, really sad.

This 18-year-old man was once a little boy.  He watched his father deal either underhandedly or extremely unwisely with his business.  Yannick watched his father make bad choices, and then try to weasel out of the consequences by accumulating debt and, eventually, staying away from his home and refusing to answer the phone.  And now Yannick, not just for one semester but for two, has made his own choices, and has ignored the consequences until it was no longer possible to ignore them, and has reached the point of trying to make those consequences go away by pleading with others to fix the problem.

How could I be angry about this?  Where would this boy have learned any other way of dealing with the world?

And then I thought about his father, and what kind of a father or mother he might have had.  And then I thought about all the bad lessons I might have taught my children, if I’d decided to have any.

The trouble with trying to be compassionate is that it doesn’t mean you can be easy on people.  On the contrary, I think – although I’m not sure – that the most compassionate thing I can do for Yannick will be to make him face the consequences of his choices, and recognize that they WERE choices.  I have no desire to punish him.  I certainly don’t think I should assume I know what’s best for him, or what will make his life better or easier.

But if there is one thing teaching has brought me to believe with all my heart, it’s that we all – students, teachers, parents, children, politicians, criminals, cats and dogs – need to learn the principle of cause and effect.  If you spend more than you earn, you will go into debt.  If you don’t go to class, you will fail your courses.  And if your family business is going to hell in a handbasket and you can’t go to school because you’re working 12 hours a day at the shop, then maybe a year away from school is exactly what you need.  Not that that’s any of my business.

I don’t know.  Am I crazy here?  It isn’t my job to un-teach the lessons he’s learned his whole life – it’s my job to teach him how to read and write about literature, and evaluate whether he’s learned THOSE lessons.  He’ll pass or fail on the basis of that and nothing else.  But earlier in my career, I might have been tempted to make allowances and exceptions.  Now, I don’t think that any more allowances or exceptions will do him any favours.

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11 responses

  1. I teach at a career college and have the same observations. However, I’ve noticed that most students have a sense of entitlement and that makes it very difficult to try to talk some sense into them. We are in a time where personal responsibility is almost obsolete. I have compassion because life will be hard for them if they don’t change.

  2. I was so much like Yannick at one point in my life. I bombed out of college with only one year left. I am currently going back this year to finish what I started…7 years later. Now I have to small children and a wife that I solely support on my own. I work every weekend and work 10 hour days so that I can make my work week in four days instead of five so I can go back. Youth is indeed wasted on the young.

  3. I think you did exactly the right thing. I might’ve actually phrased things to Yannick a little more harshly than you did. And bullwhacky like what he tried to pull on you makes me SO angry. Like if he spends a year doing nothing, that’ll be YOUR fault? Oh no. This may be why you’re a teacher and I’m not, but I’d’ve ripped into him for that one.

    And the thing is, though there’s little doubt that Yannick learned his method of dealing with the world from his father, people DO manage to learn different lessons than what they were taught at home. People DO reject lessons of abuse and irresponsibility when they really look and think about what they want their lives to be. Maybe not many, but not so few that I believe it’s an impossible thing.

  4. Interesting. Yannick would not, in reality, spend a year “doing nothing” if he were expelled for a year. He would spend it working at some job that he, maybe, wouldn’t like as much as the job he’ll be able to get with a degree. But, he will be doing something where he will have to be accountable for doing what he said he would do. And that will stand him in good stead in the long run. Hopefully he’ll be working for someone with a better game plan than his Dad had, and he will learn from that too.

  5. Before saying anything further let me first state that this is the most interesting and engaging blog post I have read in a long while. You have presented an interesting case and, to your credit, have thought it through thoroughly. That said, it is not for me to pass judgement or offer you either assurance or criticism. I can say, though, that you have obviously taken the time to consider all the relevant sides of this obviously difficult situation. I do not work with you but I am pretty certain, at this point, that if I did I would be proud to call you a colleague.

  6. I taught someone like this once, every excuse under the sun and always the line, “It doesn’t matter, when I leave I will get a job with my Dad!” Two weeks into the term after he left school he turned up for a visit, when I asked him how the job was going he told me that he had been late three times and his Dad had sacked him. Tough love but after all we are teaching children, maybe we are teaching them a subject but we must teach them the attitudes, personal attributes and responsibilities that will allow them to succeed. That’s what you were doing, surely?

  7. I think you did pretty well. Objectively, he knew what he had to do, but decided not to do them. Then he tried to weasel his way out of the consequence by appealing to your sympathy. He might as well learn from you that the world is not going to care about his personal troubles, that he is not special, nor is he entitled to any special benefits for just being alive.

    Being a handsome and cocky, but oddly endearing student myself, I want to ask you something.

    Would it have made a difference if Yannick did not make any excuses and just asked, “Would you allow me to turn in late-work for half points? Is there any extra credit you would accept? A summary and analysis of Miguel de Cervantes’ “Don Quixote,” maybe?”

    At the very least, that would have been a much more pleasant exchange.

  8. It’s funny that I should see this. I am nearing the end of the education arc, but when I was starting university many moons ago, I was on the other end of this story.

    Put bluntly, the school was too huge, I was lost, and too poor to afford more than occasional oatmeal for a good six months. It was an R1, so 17-year-old me wasn’t exactly encouraged to see faculty. I ended up leaving after a year.

    I often think about this, now that I am on nearly on “this side” of that fence. What duty do we have to our students? Ought we reach out to them and demand they see us if they are slipping? No. No, I don’t think so. In fact, having been allowed to fail, I think it detrimental to force a “come to Jesus” talk with a student. Had I had this, and had I listened, I would have been robbed of the following exercises in character and attendant lessons in suffering.

    You made the right call.

  9. Reblogged this on Meta-writing and commented:
    This is one of those academic blogs we have been reading about, written by a teacher who goes by the pen name, or as Dennen calls it, an alter-ego, Siobhan Curious and uses her avatar Mister Cat as part of her online identity.I have been following this blog for a while, but it didn’t occur to me until this moment that this is a perfect example of what we were reading about earlier in the quarter.

    In this post, Curious discusses the all-to-common problem of students who disappear for weeks of the term and don’t do the required work, but then return at the end and want the instructor to pass them–even though they have no done the work. After reading this post you may get a good idea why the teacher would want to keep their identity somewhat anonymous because the content can be controversial.

  10. I taught someone similar in high school. He wanted to graduate and needed my required course to do so. He didn’t show up for class and missed his speeches. My principal requested that I allow him to make up his speeches which gave him a D+ I think.
    Later that year after he graduated, I learned he had committed suicide. It’s all just very sad and I agree with that conclusion.

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