<p>Years ago, when I was a young bride, my wallet was stolen. Before I even realized it was gone, I got a phone call from a store owner telling me someone was using my credit card. How did she know to call me? She was my H’s ex-girlfriend, recognized my name and knew quite well that the guy trying to buy an expensive item from her store was not H. I don’t really know the specifics of their history (and I never knew her) but H dumped her. I thought that was nice of her to let me know. She could have just rationalized, “And justice for all …” Luck was really on my side - the next day, someone picked up my wallet with all my credit cards and driver’s license in the bushes, and called me! I still have that wallet (and the husband).</p>
<p>what school do you go to in seattle? i live in seattle too… seattle is awesome 'cause so much weird stuff happen…</p>
<p>Well, the school is question is unbelievably unsupportive to their adjunct instructors. I am a tenured professor at a much more supportive school. My department chair would laugh that kid out of his office, but at second school the kids run roughshod over professors. And I could just see college tuition draining away.</p>
<p>It had a fairly happy outcome because he did say, “Well I can see how you’d feel I insulted your intelligence.” He did email a complete, appropriate portfolio today.</p>
<p>I let them do this, even when they’re sweet and embarrassed (or especially) because it’s a learning experience and no one learns when they’re completely penalized.</p>
<p>I was nonplussed by his aggression. Sigh. I admit it. I’m a wimp.</p>
<p>But no way would I have accepted the work.</p>