Posted in Musings on January 28, 2011|
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Today I had conversations with students who’ve been “pink slipped” in my classes. No, they weren’t fired (their pink slips clearly stated that). But, with a bright pink note clipped to graded, returned assignments, they were reminded that they’d used up their two excused tardies for the semester and of the implications of that. In the classes I teach, if you are late, your work is late. I don’t accept late work. However, recognizing that life happens and valuing grace, each student is allowed up to two excused tardies in the semester–no questions asked, homework accepted as usual. Needing to come up with a way to remind students when they’ve used up their excused tardies, I’ve moved to the “pink slip” practice this semester. So far, it seems to be working. It always gets some kind of response, usually that being, “I’ll be here on time from now on,” with students generally making good on their commitments.
In today’s conversations, though, one comment stands out. A student was genuinely shocked that I would count him late on a date that he was, as he put it, “only a minute late.” (Granted, there was snow on the ground that day, but on snowy days, one must allow a little extra time.) I’ve been pondering our verbal exchange today. If one minute late is not late, at what point after the 9:30 hour when class is supposed to start does one become truly late?
This has led me this evening to think about other lines. And I wonder how often I have the same attitude about them.
“I’m only a little bit ______________________.” (Fill in the negative attitude or action that is on the list of that which displeases the One who gives me breath.)
“I’ve only neglected ________________________ for a little while.” (Fill in the personal discipline or service to another that I’ve let slip.)
“________________________ was only a little bit excessive.” (Fill in the poor response to another or the overindulgence in a number of areas of life that is not exhibiting the fruit of the Spirit known as gentleness or patience or kindness or goodness or self-control.)
Missing the mark is less like a target–when one misses the bullseye there are still other circles of points to gain–and more like a clay duck; either you hit it or you don’t.
I need to pay attention to being on the mark–every time–in this life of mine. Failure to do so may result in it being too late to count.
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