I sometimes wish I were more of a hard-ass when it comes to the classroom. I’m pretty laid-back though. Some might even say I’m passive aggressive. Instead of yelling at students who are texting in class, I may sing a little song: “Nooo phooones in the claaasroooom.” The students laugh — or at least roll their eyes but they also put their phones away.
This laid-back approach has served me well. It fits with my personality and the students seem comfortable about having honest discussions. That is, most of the students seem comfortable. There are always a few who try to take advantage. They come in late, crack a joke, and think their tardiness is excused because, well, Sweeney’s chill enough to excuse it. Then they are taken aback when I speak to them after class about coming in late. Sometimes speaking to them after class helps. Sometimes it doesn’t.
If I were a hard-ass, students would always be on time. They would always be present. They would come to class prepared. They would give me all of their attention.
Of course, they might be less comfortable when we’re having discussions. In fact, we probably wouldn’t have as many discussions. But they would be present. And because the hard-ass version of me would give difficult quizzes more often, they probably would come to class having read and studied the required materials. Everyone would have a pen and paper.
Their minds may wander, sure, but they would at least look like they were paying attention. The may not respond much to me. The may not feel inclined to talk to each other. But they would be there, able to make the grade. They would be less responsible for their own knowledge and they would rely more on me to provide what they need to know so they can pass. So I’m thinking about venturing over to Hard-Ass Land to see what it’s like over there.

