Today I unsuccessfully tried to work with a student who was having none of it. He's been away, so I was supposed to help him continue with this computer work. He has a great difficulty with literacy and a serious chip on his shoulder. He'd spin around in his seat and not face me. I tried to talk to him about other stuff, but no, he remained spun around in his seat. I'm relatively sure he hates my guts and will continue to hate my guts for as long as he remembers me.
Oh, and in unrelated news I am feeling much Mark McKinney love.