My sister-in-law is a junior at Baruch College. She took four courses last semester, including Accounting.
On the day of the Accounting final, she called our house in a panic. “I’m really sick,” she said. “I’ve been throwing up all morning. Should I go? Shouldn’t I go?”
She went.
In the middle of taking the exam, she began vomiting in the classroom. Let me repeat: Vomiting in the classroom.
She went home and didn’t complete the test. A few days later she called her teacher to ask if she can take a makeup.
“You have to wait until the end of next semester,” she was told.
What?
“No exceptions.”
My sister-in-law called the dean, various other offices, etc. All said the same—she’d have to wait.
Maybe I’m naive, but a student has to wait six months, well after the material has left her brain … because she vomited and had to leave the classroom? Where’s the compassion? The decency?
Sickens me.
