grade system

And I believe a grading system must be abolished for there to be equal access to education, if a person isn’t proficient in a certain subject, they should not receive a failing grade, they should be given more chances to comprehend the material. 

Grades are unnecessary. Of course we need to know how well someone understands certain material, but this should not harm their chances of furthering their education due to GPA records.

Equal access to education to me means that, if you keep going through learning what you care about, no matter how many times, once you finally pass you can move up, and learn that material, and so on.

Some people take longer to learn things, some people need to go over material multiple times to truly grasp the subjects they’re concerned with. This should not be penalized, this should not hinder people’s education. 

If a person takes 40 years to be a proficient doctor … at the end of the day they’re still a proficient doctor, they just took longer to get there. 

If someone never makes it through all of the material they needed to perform in a field they’re passionate about, at least they got to study and be around it, and can continue to be around it, because it’s something they enjoy. 

You do not have to be good at something to want to learn about it. Learning should be encouraged, failure is inevitable in many circumstances, but that doesn’t mean people can’t grow from that, or enjoy every second of what they did learn. 

Do not penalize people who want to learn, encourage them, allow them the space they need to fail and allow them the space they need to eventually succeed.

Parents don't realize

That when they take away something their child likes as a punishment for bad grades, the grades are probably just going to get worse. These things and programs that the children like are ways to cope with the shitty education system and when those things are taken from them, yeah they might work harder to get better grades, but they wont have their stress relieving items anymore and it will leave them just totally destroyed and spent and empty to the point where they cant handle anything that happens anymore and they wont be able to go an entire day again and again.

The fact that people can score 100% in courses and get an A without understand the material at all nor have a concern for the subject proves our grading system is faulty beyond repair. 

The fact that people can understand half the material and be labelled a failure yet have endless questions and interest in research pursuits regarding it shows our system wasn’t made to educate. 

Questioning the material until one is able to prove it for themselves is seen as worse than simply accepting it. How is that education?

Lately, I’ve been seeing something slightly bothersome around studyblr, and I just want to say something about it. Basically, there seems to be this attitude cropping up (or at least that I’ve seen/heard about more frequently these days) that your grades reflect your level of effort, or that by simply working hard and putting more effort in, your grades will automatically improve. I disagree.

Yes, there are certainly some cases where you’re already proficient in a class and if you just put in the extra time to study, you’d do better. But there are some classes where grades are not a measure of the level of effort you put in, and therein lies my biggest issue with the grading system and these types of studyblr posts in general. This was certainly the case with me in honors physics (so bear with me, because I have a very large point to make with the following anecdote).

Personally, I’ve always had “easy A” classes where I don’t have to work hard; my brain and academic strengths simply favor me in that particular subject, so with minimal effort I can still be top in the class. And then I see peers who go in for tutoring every day, who spend hours studying and meeting with teachers, who basically invest 100 times the effort I do… and still can’t get above a B or C.

This is not to mention people who take classes that are “reaches” and, accordingly, don’t do so well – even though they work hard – because it’s a challenge. Then there are those who take lower level classes but have capabilities beyond that – and don’t need to put effort in – thus giving them an unfairly easy A. Does their A mean that they work harder? That they’re a better student, studier, scholar, intellectual? Hell to the no.

English is one of those “easy A” classes for me. I’m just innately strong in verbal-linguistic intelligence (going off of Gardner’s theory of multiple intelligences), so I’ve literally never had to study for English tests or reading comp/writing. But put me in other classes, particularly science classes? Well, that’s something else entirely.

Which brings me to junior year honors physics. 

Guys, I studied my ASS off, for hours at a time. I desperately Skyped people in my class nearly every night to try to understand the homework and spent every lunch block trying to master the material. I met with my physics teacher and tutor all the time and had a dozen anxiety attacks (and I mean actual, diagnosed anxiety attacks) over that one class because I tried harder than I’ve ever tried… and I got a B for the whole year. I was the one who dreaded seeing that red number scrawled on my test, who shoved it into my backpack before others could see and blinked back tears, thinking, But I studied so hard!

Physics was a nightmare I was desperate to forget by the end of junior year. But then a couple things happened that shocked me, and I instantly thought of them when I read some of these posts about good effort = good grades.

Now, my physics teacher, who has a reputation for being on the strict side and being a tough grader, has had four teaching assistants (TAs) in five years of teaching. Most science teachers at my school have as many as five a year. At the end of 11th grade, after I’d scraped by with a B in his class, he asked me if I wanted to be a TA. Out of the entire grade – out of the multitude of students I’d watched parade past with straight A’s and “that test was so easy” and “I barely studied” and “sorry Edye I don’t know how else to explain it to you” – he chose me.

I think I (very graciously) blurted out, “What? Why?” because I was so taken aback. He said that I was hardworking and dedicated – that I’d always gone above and beyond in my studying and meeting with him – and he wanted someone like me to be a TA. I was flattered, and I thoroughly enjoyed being a TA during senior year. (Also, anyone who doesn’t think he’s super nice is incredibly wrong. He’s awesome.)

Two years later, I got to read his college recommendation for me. Bear in mind that I was not, based on my grades, a top student in his class. And this is what he wrote for his opening line:

Honors Physics is a rigorous course that draws from the strongest students in the junior class and Edye proved to be one of those students.

What? He had seen my report card, right? I got worse grades than all of my friends. I got a goddamn 66 on a test in that class, my all time low. He continued:

One of the many examples of Edye’s commitment [is when she] had been ill and missed quite a bit of school and consequently had a lot of school work to make up in all of her classes.  Many students in this situation would take one or more classes pass / fail for the quarter; Edye would not take the pass/fail option and insisted she complete all the work and complete it with the grade she would earn.  She did in fact complete all of the work and with a B-.  A remarkable accomplishment considering she kept current with her studies while making up all of the missed work.

He called a B-minus “a remarkable accomplishment.” Did he say “too bad she didn’t put enough effort in, which was reflected in a B-minus” or “she only got a B-minus, so I guess she didn’t try hard enough”? No, he praised the amount of effort I put in, even though I didn’t even get a “good” grade.

I’m hardly one to knock putting in effort, but what bothers me is that this attitude, that effort = good grades, has the potential to make people feel bad. To feel like if they aren’t acing a class even though they’re studying harder than anybody else, well, they just aren’t trying hard enough. Yes, grades are important. So is effort. But they are not always directly correlated. As is evidenced by my story, sometimes people who get lower grades have worked even harder then those who got high grades. And, if they’re lucky, this will be acknowledged. (I can certainly attest that while I’ve been praised by English teachers for my writing skills and intellect, they’ve never singled me out for putting in an exceptional amount of effort. They know that while I’m proactive and responsible, I don’t try super hard because, well, I don’t really need to in order to get a good grade.)

Encourage other students to put in a reasonable amount of effort; recommend different study methods. But don’t tell them that good effort = good grades. Teach them to measure their success by looking at how productive they’re being, how proactive they are in reaching out for help, how dedicated they are to their education, how resilient they are in the face of obstacles, how committed they are to school. Admire those who refuse to take the easy way out, even if they only get a C. These qualities, which are far more important than a 4.0, just don’t always translate directly into good grades.

I dislike seeing this message all over Tumblr, that to get better grades you just have to try harder – which carries with it the implication that if you don’t get good grades, it’s because you aren’t putting enough effort in – when I know from firsthand experience that this is not always true. I strongly believe in trying to be the best student you can be, rather than trying to be in the top 5%. But in the end, do what works for you. Just take it with a grain of salt.

And to my followers, and anyone reading this… please know that, if you work hard regardless of your grades, you are already a model student, and you are absolutely someone I look up to.

Why letter grades are evil

So, your kid comes home from school with an F in English. What the hell, right? Holy dear crap, they’d better be grounded, we’d better make sure this doesn’t happen again. They must really just be slacking off, or not trying, or something, right?? 

Hello, I am a human being coherently communicating with you even though I have never been given a single letter grade in all of my education. 

I was homeschooled, and before you see that word and click off of this, please just hear me out. 

What do I mean when I said I didn’t get a letter grade at all? 

Well, let’s talk about the learning process for a minute. 

When you learn things outside of school, how does it work? You bake a cake, and it doesn’t exactly come out perfect, so you gather the ingredients, and next time you bake it’s a little better. 

You learn, naturally, by doing. And by making mistakes. You make a mistake, you make a mental note, and you learn better. 

Now, the reason this is important is because school sort of promotes the opposite of this. 

In a traditional American school setting, the student is given some information, and then tested on it. This test, results in a letter grade, telling them how good they did, and then they move on to new material. 

They don’t get to make the mental note and move on. What you are punishing your children for, is literally taking the first step in learning. You are taking that first step, the part where they SHOULD be allowed to make that mental note to do better next time, and punishing them for not knowing exactly how to do it, the first time they tried. 

Imagine if that was applied to other parts of life. Imagine you screw up on your first day of work at a new job and they immediately write you up, and tell you that if you don’t get your act together they’ll fire you. 

Imagine if artists were graded on their first ever drawing and never given another chance. 

That’s not how learning works. 

Now, I bet you’re wondering how I got by without letter grades. 

Well, when I was presented with, let’s say, a times table page from 3rd grade, I filled out all that I knew, after I studied, and then the ones I got wrong were circled. After that, we went over why I got those wrong, and how I could fix them. The paper was then revisited, and occasionally given a percentage, but never a letter, and more often than not, we didn’t stop revisiting that same page until it said 100%. 


The percentages were more of a mark of how finished with the work/page/section we were, than how well I did. 

Because I was always given a chance to go back and revisit the same material until I learned it. 

So if your kid is getting a bad grade, you punish them for it? 

Ok, I hear what you’re saying, maybe little johnny is just honestly lazy (at the age of 8), so maybe he should be punished for not doing his work, right? 

Well, why isn’t he doing it? Is it hard for him to concentrate? Does he understand what the teacher is saying? If he had another chance, would that F be an A? 

I understand that not every parent has the time or resources to homeschool. Heck, I work two jobs, I wouldn’t have time myself.

But just, please think twice before you ground them for those “bad” grades. If they didn’t do their work, open the conversation about why. Maybe they’re struggling with a certain subject because it’s not being explained in a way they understand. 

Everyone’s brains are different, and yet, our schooling system is “one size fits all”. I might learn something in a completely different way than you do, but if the class is teaching it the way I understand it, and not the way you understand it, you’re out of luck. 

I know we can’t exactly fix the school system right now, but if you ease up on your children about grades, that’ll at least let them try to function in a broken system without that added pressure. 

And remember that every time a parent takes their kid out of the traditional public schooling system, it sends a message. A pretty loud one. 

Please don’t let your first reaction to a low grade be punishment. That just doesn’t make logical sense. 

Ok, I’m done ranting now. If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you choose to reblog this, you’re one of my favorite people. 

In school they teach us that the arts isn’t a practical job. They tell you, you have to pick something practical. They teach us this only because they cannot teach it.

They cannot teach you how to create worlds beyond their comprehension, they cannot teach you how to make a meaningful metaphor, they cannot teach you how to give the humanity a little more magic.

—  Thoughts of an Average Student
Secrets

Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”

“Peter?”

Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

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moxie: so i guess you’ll be starting school soon, huh? since oasis springs is way too far to travel to stay at your old place. 
jace: yeah. i’m starting at brindleton academy next week. 
moxie: awesome, that’s where we go. so you’re…?
jace: junior! you guys?
trevor: seniors. good luck, by the way. our school sucks. you’d be better off getting an education from mr. lemongrass who lives by the docks. and he’s clinically insane. 
jace: heh. can’t be that bad, can it?
trevor: oh, you’ll see.
moxie: don’t let trev scare ya. s’not so bad!

With so many people from around the world talking about there experiences in school, it can be a little confusing to figure out what it all means. All states have different standards so things can vary a lot, but here’s a general guide to help you figure out what the heck your American friends are talking about.

Read on after the cut to learn more about grade levels, classes, high school, college, and a lot more!

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Daydream

hey guys, here’s my first TC imagine. I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, so I hope it’s good! Enjoy/tell me what you think?

You’re sitting in your seat at the front of the class, right next to his desk. The rest of the students are getting up to leave for their next class, but you linger in wait for a chance to get a word in to your TC. He’s sitting at his computer, brow furrowed because the new grading system is still a mystery to him. Soon, there are no other people in the room. It’s just you two in comfortable silence. You get up to leave, and he stands up at the same time. He turns to face you and grabs a stack of papers.
“You doing okay today (Y/N) ? You seemed a little out of it during class.” He asks, with an expression of gentle concern.
“yeah, I’m just fine. I guess it’s just a bit warm so I’m sleepy.”
This much was true, but you held your tongue to another fact. It’s warm, you smell like coffee, I can hear the gentle rise and fall of your breaths, and it feels like I’m in heaven.
Your TC smiles, that lovely, perfect smile that he only gives you.
“Good.” he says, and as he takes a few steps closer in an attempt to pass by you, you notice there’s something on his cheek.
“you’ve got something…” You say as you motion at your own face.
Your TC puts down his papers and brings his hand up to his face to try and get whatever it is from his cheek, but fails.
“Here, let me —“ You say as you take one more step towards him and raise your hand towards his cheek. He doesn’t protest at your help, and you tentatively brush off the small speck — a rogue eyelash refusing to come off.
After removing it, you look into his eyes, and notice that he’s been carefully watching you the whole time, his beautiful, bright eyes tracking your movements. You can’t help but smile.
“What?” he asks with a smile mirroring your own.
“Nothing.” You say with a hint of sarcasm. You bring your hand up to his face and give a gentle pat.
“Now you’re all handsome.”
You removed your hand from his face, but as you turned to walk away you feel a strong hand grasp your wrist. Turning back around, he takes a step towards you and brings your hand back up to his face. He closes his eyes and leans Into the touch, your hand tentatively wrapped in his, your fingers feeling the prickly stubble on his face.
You smile and as he opens his eyes once again, there is a suspiciously playful glimmer in his eyes. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and you immediately know what he’s going to do next;

And he does exactly that.

He drops both of his hands and let’s go of yours for just a second, only to gently wrap his fingers around your cheeks and pull you into a desperate, but very gentle kiss. He separates from you for a second, looks into your eyes for anything that could be resistance or a sign that he’s made a mistake, a misjudgment,

But there is none. You bring your hands back up to his beautiful scruffy face and pull him back into a languid, better than perfect kiss. You can taste coffee on his breath and on his lips, and your heart soars. This is what you’ve wanted to do for years, since the first day you met him.

He pulls away and drops his hands back to his sides and struts away. You hear the reason why; the door handle turns and another teacher walks into the room. You look back to your TC, and he slips his hands into his pockets with a smug look. He turns to talk to the teacher, as if nothing had happened, and you’re left breathless.

GPA Grading System Comparison Chart

Mcgill University v.s Concordia University


Some companies have the following GPA requirement on their job postings:

GPA equal to or higher than 2.9/4.3 or 2.6/4.0

They might think that 2.9/4.3 is somehow equivalent to 2.6/4. But in reality, it is biased.

As you can see from the chart above, if you get anything below 76%, you will be penalized by at least 0.3 on a 4.3 scale system. The “penalty” gets worst as the grade% gets lower: the same 60% means C+ vs C- (0.6 GPA difference) and the same 55% means C vs D (as much as 1.0 GPA difference).

On the other hand, under the 4.3 scale system, a student can get a 0.3 “bonus” GPA only if he/she gets more than 90% on the overall course.

Summary

90%+: Concordia gives you 0.3 more GPA

77%~89%: Same

76% or lower: McGill gives you 0.3 or more GPA