Who’s On Fourth?
Today is the last day of the fourth of six grading periods this year. I always refer to the last day of these grading periods as “Zero Day” because a zero is the grade I get to record on that last assignment of the period for so many. I don’t understand it. These kids see the home stretch of a grading period and just don’t do the last assignment. It’s like an “almost finishing is good enough” mentality. Who knew a generation raised on a diet of cheat codes for unlimited lives and everyone gets a trophy would develop such a habit?
Another aspect about this grading period is that it tells you whether a kid is a lock to pass the semester or not. They come into this one off a two-week holiday. It’s the start of the final push until their senior year. You would hope that would get a little bit extra out of these kids, yet nothing.
I guess that adds to my disappointment: my Romantic idea of motivated students. Even though year after year their actions (or lack of) confirm that “getting the job done” just isn’t their thing, I still foolishly hope. I’m like the guy who buys a lotto ticket every week because there’s always a chance. Thirty years later, he has nothing to show except he flushed away about fifteen grand.
And the number of zeros I enter in my gradebook will just grow from here until the end of the year. Just like the lotto.
Another aspect about this grading period is that it tells you whether a kid is a lock to pass the semester or not. They come into this one off a two-week holiday. It’s the start of the final push until their senior year. You would hope that would get a little bit extra out of these kids, yet nothing.
I guess that adds to my disappointment: my Romantic idea of motivated students. Even though year after year their actions (or lack of) confirm that “getting the job done” just isn’t their thing, I still foolishly hope. I’m like the guy who buys a lotto ticket every week because there’s always a chance. Thirty years later, he has nothing to show except he flushed away about fifteen grand.
And the number of zeros I enter in my gradebook will just grow from here until the end of the year. Just like the lotto.