Dean’s List: (n) a list of students of high scholastic standing
I am not sure that I will remain faithful, but I would like to begin to take a moment to speak up when I discover a blatant contradiction.
I think it’s ridiculous to have a Dean’s List.
For that matter, it is equally humiliating to have grade cards at all.
It’s not that I think everybody needs a goose-up or a booster chair.
Other awards are just fine.
Competitions can be very beneficial—as long as we understand we’re actually competing instead of participating to the best of our ability.
I guess I always believed the goal in school was to learn.
In other words, teach the subjects, give the tests, determine the level of understanding, and then either pass the students on to the next grade or ask them to remain in the same classroom and help with redecoration.
What is the difference between an A and a B?
Astronomical. Just ask any child who’s expected to get an A and accidentally “let it B.”
How about between a B and a C?
Please remember that we refer to those who garner a C grade as being “average.” Such a flattering term. (In a room full of C’s, you would be hard to see.)
D: Isn’t that just dumb?
F—failure. Or if you’re emphatic—fucked.
Meanwhile, who’s learning what, and who can translate that knowledge into working life situations?
Are we graduating people from college needing another ten years of adjustment in the “real world,” before they can leave their family home and rent an apartment?
At one time, we tried to avoid teen marriages.
Now we’re recommending “waiting until you’re in your thirties.”
It’s the unspoken confession of the educational system, admitting it does not know if those who wear cap and gown are cognizant of much at all.
Let’s stop grading—because depending on who you are and where you are—it can be very degrading.