Wow. Becoming peeved in twice in two days by the same person.
I would say that’s one for the record books, but really – that wouldn’t even make the dustbin where the doodles are kept.
Every scholarly student aims for perfection. Yes? Well, at least that is the educatory Nirvana. The peak of the mountain that is , physically, most unlikely for a student to reach. Now don’t hold up your ‘ANGRY’ signs! Join me in facing the fact: most generally, scholars aren’t known for their athleticism.
Simple, clean and factual. It’s not a dig, nor an insult. Education is for the masses to become learned, and I am setting aside my beliefs on streaming athletes and scholars for the moment. That is a debate that is on leave till requested reinstation.
This academic perfection would be 100%. Getting full marks on your exam, test, paper or project. I’m sure that there are many more academic mediums that 100% could be applied, but I’m just too lazy to think of them.
I myself received 100% today. Granted, a mock-exam. Practice for externals, or “finals” in the American vernacular. These mocks were in fully fitted exam format, and most definitely an official mark of progress.
I was so shocked at first, and then happy – but it was more of a dull happiness. I was quietly content, not leap off my chair ecstatic. That may be just my personality however. I take good and bad marks in my stride. This was in a subject that I have always been good at. I did not study for this exam till the night before and even then, thoughts of Sherlock were floating around my head. (Mmmm Sherlock)
Being someone who often cavorts in the company of those who receive top grades, I do understand how it works. If they’re smart in the superior sense, they only just acknowledge it. They play meek. A small nod, maybe even a smile – but they play it down. When congratulated, they humbly say thank you. They either blush and slip into “Aw shucks!” mode; or they degrade their mark, brushing it off and changing topic. Whatever happens, behind that demure expression – whenever anyone recognises their achievement, or congratulates them – they spark up. Their face may look placid, but their mind looks like a grin. A great, big fat one. When I say ‘they’, well….. guilty!
I don’t believe anyone actually thinks that their high mark is worth self-flagellation, but true emotion is repressed for fear of ‘bad form’. Heaven forbid anyone actually say what they are thinking and, by extension, feeling!
The thrill of the grade – my goodness that sounds nerdy – is manifested by self, but it cannot be sustained without recognition. What’s the point of gaining high achievements if nobody knows? There really is no point. To be politically correct and to appeal to the opposite of the social stratosphere, I draw on the Olympics. What would it matter if they were the world’s best athletes if they existed in the town of Podunk, Nowhere; Population = 0 (excluding the athletes)?
The point of my rather over extended metaphor is that high achievements deserve, require and thrive on recognition. But what is it when you are such a high achiever, that the consistency of your results becomes expected?
This is not me in anyway. You are looking at the proud owner of a scraping pass in Mathematics. I will tell anyone that I hold the notch of 50% on my university qualification belt. But this subject that I received 100% in was a suject I consistently perform highly at.
I noticed though, upon telling mentioned peever (I don’t care if that’s not a word, I’m the peeved peevee) that I was barely congratulated. In fact, it was barely even acknowledged. Like an A was what was expected, so it didn’t matter that I actually achieved it. I then realised, that my interactions with others were akin to what I described above. I brushed the mark off in with my classmates in a cavalier fashion, like it was just off the cuff. (Which it really was when you think about the amount of preparation I did. E.g. Zero)
I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure that if a student who didn’t generally perform at a high standard received that mark they would be ecstatic. So would their close relatives. It depends on financial status; but, in the case of middle class and higher, I think that some reward or prize would be given. Is prize even the right word? I know that an extremely wealthy acquaintance received a trip overseas as reward for passing Additional Maths. To use the best terminology………that is obviously insane.
Now I’d like to make it clear that I don’t want a reward for my grade. (Yes I do… No I don’t… Yes I do… No I don’t. – warring with myself). Okay, every person is inherently greedy. If it’s available, they will want a gift a reward or something free. I am most certainly not perfect, and most certainly not an exception. The exam doesn’t count for anything, and I didn’t work to deserve the mark.
In my very roundabout way I’m trying to make a point. Low grading students when receiving an A, gain lots of attention and recognition. They are applauded. High achieveing students when receiving an A get recognised, but it’s what’s expected and less attention is given. That may not be necessarily true. What I suppose is, that if a high achieving student earns a high achievement (dumb-speak now) then this high achievement is appreciated less for what it actually is. The value of the achievement alone, without any other information, is high. When the information of consistent achievements is added, the value of the achievement is lessened in their perspective. It is what’s expected, therefore not an occurence to be celebrated.
Phew. There. Got that out. I swear, halfway through I turned into a fish. 3 second memory and gaping mouth included.
High achievers get A’s, but the valuing is lower. Low achievers want (possibly secretly,deep down… unless they can’t fight through their cloud of smoke – pot or regular) A’s, or at least higher grades… but their chance at receiving them is low. (Terrible grammar on my part. I apologise)
I wish my achievement had been valued slightly more by those who are closest to me? Is that what I’m trying to say? No reward. But is a resounding high five too much to ask?
I like high fives.
I’m lucky that low marks aren’t the end of the world in my family. A high, high, high, high, high achieving student getting a lower mark? Step out of the blast radius. Quickly.
A friend of mine came second in our maths class two years ago. 96% to the leading 97%. His mother cut his laptop adapter in half.
Yes, you read that right and no, it is not an exaggeration. She cut it. Not confiscate. Cut. She got a pair of scissors , and cut the wire in half. R.I.P adapter.
That reminds me – THE ASIAN FAIL.
Just no. I cannot talk about that right now. Maybe if you ask me nicely.
So, all readers far and wide in which my rants I do confide……. comment if you please. Tell me I’m wrong, tell me I’m right – it’ll be good, we can get into a fight.
No, I wouldn’t fight you. Just have a patch of verbal jousting.
Till next time, compadres.
Also thanks to my new followers. It was most gratifying to see that not everyone thinks I’m a babbling nutter. 😉