Tuesday, May 08, 2012

To fail.

At the ends of the semesters is a good time to contemplate failure. Or possibly success. Definitely all the gradations of accomplishment and/or the lack thereof in between.

I am contemplating how many ways I failed my students, while also noting that they did just about as well as they do, as a group, when I feel like I'm trying my very hardest. As a for instance.

I am feeling the creaky structure of my course while also noting that the improvements I made this semester over last, in terms of design, actually seem to have helped.

I am begging, bargaining, and pleading with my students to give me their work already, despite the fact that I made policies to say I wouldn't.

There are a few radiant moments in there. Shining moments, where not only was the writer's work splendid but the writer realized why it was splendid, and articulated it for him/herself. And I got to listen in. That's a recompense.

Well, in the end, all there is to say is: that's a semester, folks. Except for the incompletes I gave to students who would not not not give up their damned final portfolios to me. I just couldn't bear to fail them. And for that, there will be many a future e-mail to pay, alas.


  1. SRSLY. The rabbit makes me laugh!

  2. Oh the angst of grading and of waiting, begging and pleading for those dang portfolios! I think the rabbit said it perfectly -- I'm going to adopt it as my mascot for the end of every semester.

  3. As a former student, I am again stunned to learn that turning stuff in late was an option? How did I get this far in life without realizing that? SRSLY. And again, you are one amazing teacher.



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