For the last couple of days I haven’t baked anything for us. I did make a chocolate coconut cake for my hair stylist/client yesterday. Not that I didn’t want to, just needed a break from desserts for a minute. Still find it hard to say that. To keep the sweet taste alive yesterday and today I had a slice of toast with a light smathering of Nutella. I’ve been saying for the longest that I want to bake something with it, but just haven’t gotten around to it. Man that stuff is good! But I digress.
I’ve often said that baking is therapy because I enjoy it and most of the time it’s soothing. Today was a day that was perfect for baking but the time isn’t right; I’m training clients tonight and I still had class earlier today. Last Wednesday was the last day of the semester for my other class. It was the day students were going to perform their practical routines and take the written exam. Well, Mother Nature decided to give us another round of winter and the college was closed. The division advised me to re-adjust the total points, waive the practical and have the students take the exam in the makeshift testing center we have. Where I teach is an off campus site without all the bells and whistles of the main campus. I dropped the exam off Friday, emailed the students and told them they have until this Friday to complete it.
Students aren’t allowed to have any books, or backpacks when they take the exam. However, the room they are in isn’t monitored. It came to my attention this morning by one of my students who actually cares about learning that several others in the room with her, and one who’d taken it previously were cheating big time. Looking up info on their cell phones, and pulling notes and old quizzes out of their pockets. I was fuming!!! The kicker is I can’t prove it. No doubt she was telling the truth. The usual suspects that she named have tried to pull fast ones in my presence. On Monday I graded a couple that had taken the exam the first day and I was surprised that they’d had so many right answers, judging from their previous tests.
After I ranted for a couple of minutes the Mr. politely told me to let it go. He reminded me that there’s no way I could prove it and they’re only hurting themselves. I know, I know but it really ticks me off. It’s really a good thing I don’t have lots of sweets around because they’d be gone. What I do have is a cupcake or two from last week’s big banana cake squirreled away in the freezer. I added chopped hazelnuts to the leftover batter, made a couple dozen, kept a few and sent the rest to work with Charisse. One lonely cupcake to soothe my ragged nerves. I sooo can’t wait until the end of the semester. Thanks for letting me vent.