The second (and last) exam
So, I'm out of it. I think I won't have to be evaluated in any way, paper, essay, exam or presentation, in the next 12 to 15 months. Wow.
Just like in my other exam, the questions were not easy but predictable. And I could get something off my chest at last. Three years ago, maybe more, a professor that shall remain nameless forbid me from using the word "queer" in class discussion because he only knew its meaning as insult, not as a technical term. Of course, a tender, little third-year undergrad didn't dare correct his mistake. This year I have had to use it often and today I have written about the implications of its use as insult and as self-identification. It feels good to be right.
And since we are on the topic of exams, I think that what Elle says about correcting our work is amusing. Complaining about grades in Seville University consists on going to see the professor (no one would ever send an email!) and that's when you say the magic words: I've come to see what I did wrong. I had a professor who once said that was presumptuous and irritating, so I don't know how he'd find Elle's students.
Then the professor tells you what s/he thinks you did wrong. Then you said that it wasn't so bad. Very, very rarely, the professor has given you a grade slightly lower than what you deserve so that you are forced to go there and listen to his advice or corrections. Otherwise, no matter how much you complain, the grade normally stays as it is.
Just like in my other exam, the questions were not easy but predictable. And I could get something off my chest at last. Three years ago, maybe more, a professor that shall remain nameless forbid me from using the word "queer" in class discussion because he only knew its meaning as insult, not as a technical term. Of course, a tender, little third-year undergrad didn't dare correct his mistake. This year I have had to use it often and today I have written about the implications of its use as insult and as self-identification. It feels good to be right.
And since we are on the topic of exams, I think that what Elle says about correcting our work is amusing. Complaining about grades in Seville University consists on going to see the professor (no one would ever send an email!) and that's when you say the magic words: I've come to see what I did wrong. I had a professor who once said that was presumptuous and irritating, so I don't know how he'd find Elle's students.
Then the professor tells you what s/he thinks you did wrong. Then you said that it wasn't so bad. Very, very rarely, the professor has given you a grade slightly lower than what you deserve so that you are forced to go there and listen to his advice or corrections. Otherwise, no matter how much you complain, the grade normally stays as it is.