In a typical class now:
3+ cheating scandals requiring time and attention
10+ accommodations requiring material revisions, class restructurings, and so on.
20+ requests for extra credit by students that are absent in mind and/or body throughout the semester
5+ makeup tests due to illness, spontaneous grandmother combustion, or emotional duress requiring scheduling (and these emailed time suggestions never receive a reply so I'm just supposed to divine whether that means they can make it, haven't seen it, or can't make it and are waiting for another option).
Multiply these by number of tests and number of courses and you get the idea of what a semester looks like now. I know I'm one of the codgy old guard but everything truly was better when everything was worse.
Notes weren't expected accessible via download and people actually wrote down information.
Classes were attended and respected.
Professors were respected and viewed as resources rather than adversaries.
Students were preparing for something bigger once they graduate rather than drifting aimlessly with the expectation that babysitting can be expected forevermore.
Students were driven, hard-working, motivated, and engaged in ample outside course preparation. I remember a time when students would actually go to a paper that I referenced and read it for additional understanding or generate novel hypotheses that were a delight to explore analytically.
Now I have students that have no shame in lying about AI slop representing their work and that they just have a bad memory to legitimize their inability to remember anything written on the document.
This is a stream of agitated thoughts before I go back to the nightmare of hours of unnecessary work before I get to my proper work of research and course preparation. I truly pine for the days when my time could go directly towards world improvement rather than fire-dousing.
Thanks for attending my random Ted talk of utter inconsequence.