Dear profs who chastise, belittle, or begrudge latecomers. You might think that what you are doing is encouraging promptness, that your methods work to dissuade tardiness and emphasize respect for you and the class. What you are doing is effectively telling disabled and poor students (and, statistically, often racialized, queer and/or trans students) that your class is not for them.
You are telling them that you don't care if they're up the night before, either working a late shift, finishing an assignment, providing care for others or working on healing themselves. You are telling them that your desires, and the desires of others more able, more secure, are more important than their own learning. You are effectively telling many of your students that you'd rather they stay home, disengage, drop out, than have the audacity to walk into class late.
Today, I have chosen to stay home. After weeks of facing this professor head on (unsurprisingly, the very same one who gave a fit after I asked for a break in his 3 hour lecture), I have chosen to prioritize myself. To care for myself. To listen to my hurting body, my exhaustion and my anxiety. To recognize my pain as a sign that I need to slow down, step back, and engage with the material in ways which are actually accessible to me.
I choose to stay home today, to read the slide-show online and to get notes from a friend, to take the time to make breakfast and catch up on my household chores, to get my work done from a place which does not push me beyond my own capacities.