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chuckle from the otherwise tense class.
“ We'll see if you are so confident once you actually flip your test over, Vince,” Mister Bennit replies with a smile. “Okay guys, get to it.”
For the next hour and forty-five minutes, I pore over the test. To my pleasant surprise, it is not as hard as I expected it to be. The questions were certainly not easy, but if the whole class took the time to prepare, this exam was not impossible.
I finish about fifteen minutes early, so I review the multiple choice questions and ensure I marked the answer sheet correctly. Then I check the short answer to make certain I answered the whole question. I have fallen into that trap on more than one occasion. No point in checking the essay. There is no time to review, let alone rewrite it.
“ Three, two, one, time’s up. Writing utensils down, please. Exammageddon is over and it’s time to face the humanity. Bring your essay, answer sheet and exam up to the front.”
Mister Bennit begins collecting the exams and bubble sheets and places them in separate piles on his desk. I look around and don’t see the panic I have in the past. Most of us confidently turn the exam in. I think he notices too.
“ Will you let us know how we did?” I ask, innocently.
“ So eager to fail,” he states with a wink. “I’ll e-mail the class when they are graded for those who are curious.”
He can keep dreaming. There are a lot of things in life I am not sure of, like why girls my age find UGG boots fashionable. But I can say with certainty that I nailed this test. Maybe not a perfect score, but I will promise I didn’t miss it by much. I know I did my part.
From the looks of it, I am not the only one brimming with confidence. There are a lot of smiles in the room, and some very upbeat conversations get interrupted only when the public address system crackles to life. “The B Period final exam testing period has concluded. Students may now be dismissed for their next exam.”
We all begin to file out of the classroom. We have twenty minutes to get to our last exam of the day, but most of it will be spent socializing in the hallway. I look back to see Mister B. flipping quickly through the answer sheets. While I doubt he has the exact order memorized yet, I bet he knows it pretty well. That would be the only reason I can see to justify the look of concern on his face.
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-TWELVE-
MICHAEL
The problem when you include yourself in the stakes of a bet is maintaining impartiality. While I highly doubt any student would ever question my integrity outright, I don’t even want the perception to be there. And in an instant like this, it could be because there is no way I want to run for office.
So while it would be easy to tweak a grade to ensure that doesn’t happen, I have to remember who it hurts in the long run. My guidance to students and their parents at the beginning of the school year was that you get the grade you earn. So, despite any temptation I have to reach a desired outcome, I stick by that rule. Of course, I also took a few precautions.
I cashed in a favor with the Teacher Clerk to run the answer sheets through a machine that corrects them automatically. I asked her to just put them in a folder and not share any details with me. The final exam contained fifty multiple choice questions, worth two points each for a total of one hundred points. I now have no idea how they did on them.
The fifteen short answer questions are worth four points each for a total of sixty points. Basically, the only criteria are whether they answered the question correctly using the proper facts to support it. Yes to both and they get full credit. If they are wrong, they obviously get nothing. If they guess right, but fail to adequately support their answer, they get half credit.
The essay is worth forty points, and comprises the ‘make it or break it’ part of the test. I award four points for each of ten criteria, including: style, organization,
“ We'll see if you are so confident once you actually flip your test over, Vince,” Mister Bennit replies with a smile. “Okay guys, get to it.”
For the next hour and forty-five minutes, I pore over the test. To my pleasant surprise, it is not as hard as I expected it to be. The questions were certainly not easy, but if the whole class took the time to prepare, this exam was not impossible.
I finish about fifteen minutes early, so I review the multiple choice questions and ensure I marked the answer sheet correctly. Then I check the short answer to make certain I answered the whole question. I have fallen into that trap on more than one occasion. No point in checking the essay. There is no time to review, let alone rewrite it.
“ Three, two, one, time’s up. Writing utensils down, please. Exammageddon is over and it’s time to face the humanity. Bring your essay, answer sheet and exam up to the front.”
Mister Bennit begins collecting the exams and bubble sheets and places them in separate piles on his desk. I look around and don’t see the panic I have in the past. Most of us confidently turn the exam in. I think he notices too.
“ Will you let us know how we did?” I ask, innocently.
“ So eager to fail,” he states with a wink. “I’ll e-mail the class when they are graded for those who are curious.”
He can keep dreaming. There are a lot of things in life I am not sure of, like why girls my age find UGG boots fashionable. But I can say with certainty that I nailed this test. Maybe not a perfect score, but I will promise I didn’t miss it by much. I know I did my part.
From the looks of it, I am not the only one brimming with confidence. There are a lot of smiles in the room, and some very upbeat conversations get interrupted only when the public address system crackles to life. “The B Period final exam testing period has concluded. Students may now be dismissed for their next exam.”
We all begin to file out of the classroom. We have twenty minutes to get to our last exam of the day, but most of it will be spent socializing in the hallway. I look back to see Mister B. flipping quickly through the answer sheets. While I doubt he has the exact order memorized yet, I bet he knows it pretty well. That would be the only reason I can see to justify the look of concern on his face.
.
-TWELVE-
MICHAEL
The problem when you include yourself in the stakes of a bet is maintaining impartiality. While I highly doubt any student would ever question my integrity outright, I don’t even want the perception to be there. And in an instant like this, it could be because there is no way I want to run for office.
So while it would be easy to tweak a grade to ensure that doesn’t happen, I have to remember who it hurts in the long run. My guidance to students and their parents at the beginning of the school year was that you get the grade you earn. So, despite any temptation I have to reach a desired outcome, I stick by that rule. Of course, I also took a few precautions.
I cashed in a favor with the Teacher Clerk to run the answer sheets through a machine that corrects them automatically. I asked her to just put them in a folder and not share any details with me. The final exam contained fifty multiple choice questions, worth two points each for a total of one hundred points. I now have no idea how they did on them.
The fifteen short answer questions are worth four points each for a total of sixty points. Basically, the only criteria are whether they answered the question correctly using the proper facts to support it. Yes to both and they get full credit. If they are wrong, they obviously get nothing. If they guess right, but fail to adequately support their answer, they get half credit.
The essay is worth forty points, and comprises the ‘make it or break it’ part of the test. I award four points for each of ten criteria, including: style, organization,
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