Tuesday, May 10, 2016

The Nearly Nonexistent Joys of Grading First-Year Composition Portfolios

John Crowe Ransom teaching at Kenyon College, 1947
John Crowe Ransom teaching at Kenyon College, 1947.  He's reading, which probably means he finished his grading. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
We've come to one of every teachers' moments of internal conflict: assigning course grades.  On the one hand, there's plenty of evidence of each student's accomplishments over the semester, but on the other hand, there's also evidence of what's still lacking.  Add to this the hard-to-suppress sense of glee over our imminent freedom and the pain of giving a Ds (or worse) to students we might actually like, even though we couldn't help them enough to overcome whatever issues (most of which do not concern their writing skills) prevented them from doing acceptable work and getting it in on time.  
And then there are the others.  The ones who did get it.  The ones who made progress--for some, amazing progress--over the semester.  I always wonder if they understand how rare and wonderful that is for a teacher to see.  I've had a few students that stunned me this way, and I think that's what keeps me coming back.

If you figured out immediately that I'm writing this to justify my taking a break from grading, you must be a teacher.  Nice to meet you.