As my college career unfolded, I discovered I was learning how to do college along the way. My grades weren't great (more on that later) because of some of the early lessons I learned, but by the time I graduated I had this thing nailed.
Last week, I got an email from a client asking me if it was OK for her son to skip one of his SAT Subject Tests this Saturday because he has been ill from what his doctor diagnosed as "stress-related migraines."
It seems like a realistic question for a student who has an 85.75 percent average going in the final, but is it? Can such a student come out with 93 percent overall if the final exam is worth 30 percent of the course credit?
Though being mediocre shouldn't be what students strive for, letting grades determine your self-worth is absurd. Instead, students need to know what is expected of them in their industry and work toward achieving that.
Something I want tattooed on my forehead is "grades don't matter." The current perception of the importance of grades in academia dumbfounds me, because I think that by caring too much about grades, most students are missing the point of education.
Walk yourself back from the brink and look at the salvage options. When there is a plan B things usually work out. Be sure to have a plan B. Mistakes can be overcome if you know the tricks of the trade.
Like many digital natives, your children are probably on their way to becoming lifelong multitaskers (or so you think). There's only one problem with this scenario: there is no such thing as multitasking -- at least not in the way you may think of it.
Most people tend to run from failure as though it were some kind of disease -- a life sentence. Yet, it is anything but that. In order to change the system, to help the "square peg" kids, our national conversation needs to be turned towards failure.
At my friend's parent-teacher meeting to discuss her eighth-grade son, the teacher made a wacky recommendation: my friend should consider bribery to motivate him to work harder in school. I'm not kidding.
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When I began professing in 1980, there seemed to be more time to teach. We had the same 15-week semesters, but my courses were much more demanding, for both me as well as for my students. Something has changed in higher education.