Yeah, this kid broke into my office. That little shit. My colleagues still joke about it. A student once told me that she had heard that it happened but didn't believe such a legend. That little shit and I are part of college lore.
I knew that the kid lost his scholarship so he didn't come back to college. Our administration couldn't bring itself to actually ban a student from campus. When we say everybody gets to go to college, we mean everybody. I was told it was no big deal since the guy didn't have enough money to attend. Don't worry about it, OK?
Nobody considered that our financial aid office would give him another scholarship for his PhD.
How do I know this? Because that little shit came to visit me. This time it was different. I was in my office and he entered through the door. He apologized in person. He gave me a letter he wrote with grammar and everything. Now, in case the statute of limitations had not expired yet, the letter didn't give any specifics. It just said that he was sorry for whatever it is that he did, which he admits was very, very bad. I thanked him for having the stones to come see me and I accepted his apology. He graduated a few days later.
At the time, I didn't know what to say to him, it was so unexpected. I still don't quite know how I feel. The break-in is a really old story (it happened a few years before I wrote to RYS in '08) so it doesn't really bother me. On the other hand, just thinking about it...
That little shit actually broke into my office. I spend more time there than I do at home. He snooped through my computer. Every single idea and fact that I have ever thought about (and a few pictures I hope nobody ever sees) is on that computer. He changed grades. However flawed of a rating system they might be, grades are at the heart of teaching college.
That little shit.
He got me my first post at RYS, so there is that.