One Final Test

So this student asked me if I think she passed. Typically, this is no big deal. As soon as tests are turned in, kids will ask me if they passed or not. Mind you that I haven’t had a chance to pick up the test, let alone grade the thing. This time though, she asked before she had even taken her test. Obviously, I didn’t know how to answer her. I mean last week, I’d reviewed with her what she would have to get on the final to result in the various letter grades, so I’m not sure how she thought asking the question then would alter anything. Maybe it was her last chance to play mind games with me before the year was up. She knows she’s ruined my first week of summer break because I’ll be trying to figure out what she meant—waking up in the middle of the nights sputtering, “But you haven’t even started yet!”

Ah, that’s probably not the case. She seems more of the scatterbrained than the sadistic type. If it was the case, then I commend her on keeping a straight face. There’s no way I could have knowing the ridiculousness that was coming out of my mouth.