Grading Part II: This is the Worst Thing Ever

Grading.

I hate grading. Grading is the worst. From my first teaching assistant days until now, I have a strong distaste for grading.

I fit in nicely in the grade-free atmosphere of the DU Writing Center, where we repeatedly emphasized that we were not a service for improving grades, but working on writing. There were policies in place to distance us from grades – no coming in on the same day your assignment was due, no meeting with students who were in a class for which you were a TA… I could continue to gush about the DU Writing Center and Writing Center work in general, but this post is about the worst thing ever. So let’s get started on that.

 

The Backstory

This semester my classes were graded. I not only gave a speaking test, but a class grade for participation and completion of class material; this became my students’ English performance test (수행평가) grade. For first grade, this was a combination of their speaking test scores and my class grade, while my class was the sole factor for the second graders’ English speaking grade.

When the semester began, I hadn’t realized (or been told) my class would now be graded, and I’m not sure it even started out as a graded class. The second week of school other English teachers seemed to have decided to include my class as part of students’ overall English grade, so I began announcing this to my classes. Their grade would come from participation/completed worksheets. Instant motivation increase. Students participated. Made more effort on their worksheets. Actually paid attention to the marks I made on their papers. All was good until grading time rolled around.

 

The Grades Approach

My school’s final exams were July 1st, 4th and 5th and semester grades are due two weeks after.

Just before the final exams, my second grade coteacher suggested that we start showing students their grades. Okay, I said. It seemed early, but sure, students would probably like to know where they stand. Their class would be worth 20% of their overall English grade after all.

So I sent her my spreadsheets, didn’t clean anything up (spoiler alert: BIG mistake. Also known as Mistake #1), and we walked into class with their grades. Except I didn’t know that the scores I held in my hand weren’t simply grades. They were up for negotiation.

One by one we called students to the front of the room to check their score. Those who received 100% had no concerns, but anyone with 99% and under had cause for complaint.

What?

99%?

Yes. Even students who’d received 99%.

To be fair, and approach this from a student’s perspective, last semester my class wasn’t graded. Maybe they approached my class this year with the same mindset.

But to also be fair to my coteacher and I, we did explain to each class that they would be evaluated through their worksheets and participation. At least twice. My coteacher always translated this announcement into Korean or just outright explained the grading herself. But some students claimed that they didn’t know they were being graded.

kayne really

They didn’t know they had to participate. They didn’t know sleeping for the entire class and then copying off their partner’s paper in the last few minutes would result in, surprise, no points!

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The problem though, was memory. Throughout the semester, I’d graded their worksheets, marked their grades in my gradebook, and passed the worksheets back to them. Mistake #2. No evidence left. Many students had already thrown away their worksheets. And some brought up previously incomplete worksheets that were magically 100% complete. My coteacher and I had no evidence, although we were suspicious of many of these papers.
Mistake #3: Not clearly inking these papers in red.

But there was a beautiful moment that arose from this occasion. You first have to understand that I’d grown increasingly bitter towards students during this period. How dare they all expect 100%s? How dare they sleep through half my class and then act surprised when they didn’t receive an A? How much longer were they going to argue that I never said that part would be graded or that they had to complete the whole worksheet?

Now that you’re in this mindset, let’s replay this moment.

 

“Gotcha!”: a Tangent

A lot of students didn’t complete the poetry unit worksheet. Surprise – they weren’t too excited about poetry. Part of the worksheet was to complete an acrostic poem with similes for each letter of their name.

One student came in to the office a day or two after we’d showed her class their grades. She brought her completed poetry worksheet and gave us a fishy, complicated story. Apparently she’d lost her worksheet, but she swears she did it. So she used her friend’s worksheet, covered all the answers with white-out, and re-did it with all her own answers from before.

What…should a teacher even do with that? Not accept it, ordinarily. But I’d long since come to accept that I wasn’t in any ordinary grading situation.

Except then my coteacher and I noticed something about her worksheet.

The name on her acrostic poem…wasn’t hers. She’d erased her friend’s work, only to rewrite her friend’s name right there on the worksheet. BAM! Caught! From there we could prove to her face that she’d just copied her friend’s worksheet exactly as it was. ZERO, STUDENT, ZERO.

And we later caught one more student who made the same mistake.

ENCORE.

 

Return from the Tangent

Mistake #4: I wasn’t always diligent about attendance.

Which left gaps in the gradebook. Unexplainable, were-they-absent-or-were-they-slackers gaps.

During the semester, some students did come see me after an absence to ask about missed work. See? Some of them knew this grades thing was happening!

However, most seemed to assume that they didn’t need to worry about the missed work, including me. I would’ve just taken off points. But my coteacher went through the laborious process of tracking down each second grader who’d ever been absent and giving them make-up work.

It took us three weeks to finish this grade-checking process.

 

Lesson learned: Keep only the most crystal clear explanations of the grades you assign because in order to accept anything under 100 percent, students need definite proof.

 

Meanwhile, my first grade coteacher had me dramatically simplify all the grades to either 90% or 100% and did the grade-checking process herself. She was finished in two weeks and had me change fewer than ten students’ grades.

 

Lesson learned #2: Know the system. Then werk.

The Highlight of Spring in Korea: Cherry Blossoms

This year the cherry blossoms started blooming from the last week of March and lasted through the first week of April. Cherry blossom season is surprisingly brief, lasting only around two weeks…weather permitting. The slightest bit of wind or rain would induce, as my students called it, flower snow.

The first cherry blossoms I spotted were at my school. The building and field (erm, dirt lot) is actually surrounded by cherry blossom trees.

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yeongdo girls cherry blossoms

You don’t really need much more than pictures for this post.

yeongdo girls cherry blossom path   yeongdo cherry blossoms

During the weekend, when the cherry blossoms would be in full bloom, I originally planned to go to Jinhae, where there’s a cherry blossom festival. But everyone I talked to only repeated the same lines about how crowded it would be. Some even told me I shouldn’t go, but if I must, I should go super early to beat the crowds. Feeling in dire need of sleep that weekend, I never intended to go early. But I didn’t intend to wake up that late either. I was late, tired, and the friend who would’ve met me at Jinhae had to leave earlier than expected.

So instead I ended up at Oncheoncheon, a river and popular destination in Busan to view cherry blossoms. I started off at Dongnae station (both exit 2 and 4 work).

dongnae station

The station is surrounded by cherry blossom trees, but the first thing you encounter are bright yellow patches of 유채꽃, also known as rapeseed or canola flowers.

The stream is beautiful as well, lined with cherry blossoms and, on this day, the banks were overflowing with food tents and people enjoying one of the first warm days of spring. There were ducks, a very collected crane, and large fish which alternated between cruising and swimming laboriously upstream.

cherry blossom tree

It was hard to get away from people, impossible even, but there were some fun characters in the crowd: adorable baby-grandma combos, confused toddlers, and amusing but obnoxious couples determined to get the perfect selfie. The bike path was just as busy, and you could frequently hear the light ding-ding of a bicycle bell signaling its approach.

Even after departing from the stream’s path, cherry blossoms filled the neighborhoods. They were just about as beautiful on the ground as they were on trees and in the air.

cherry blossoms steps

And I, after this peaceful excursion, entered a Starbucks to order myself a Cherry Blossom Cream Latte.