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I had a situation when one of the professors I fired left immediately with the final test answer sheets. The final amounted to 35% of the overall grade. I was in a foreign university and was not allowed re-exam.
I used the students' previous results (ie, quizzes, test, etc), ignored the final and came up with the final grade. I did apply curve but only to marginally/borderline students failing within 2% of the cut-off pass marks. There ware no student complaints and everyone seemed to be happy.
I had student affairs, exam board, enrollment, and other departments under me. Final grades moderation was also my responsibility.
I sometimes question myself if I did the right thing.
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« Reply #1 on: December 08, 2008, 01:11:17 PM » |
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Is this the "regrets" thread? Here's mine, all true:
When I was four years old, I visited my dad at work. One of his colleagues gave me the ceramic "Snoopy" pencil holder on her desk that I had been admiring. Five minutes later, when I was leaving the store, I dropped it and it shattered into hundreds of pieces. Tears of shame poured out of me.
I will never forget how sorry I felt.
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« Reply #2 on: December 08, 2008, 02:25:21 PM » |
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I've got one. I was just reminded of this because the person in question just facebooked me. We had a good laugh, but I still regret my behavior:
When I was about 20, studying abroad with a big group of people, one of my friends hit on me. It was the first time someone of the same gender had hit on me (not that I got hit on a lot anyway). I really awkwardly left as if to go to the bathroom and literally ran away, straight back to my apartment.
I still feel bad about how I reacted. I was just so surprised, that I couldn't fathom what I should do next (I was also drunk).
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« Reply #3 on: December 08, 2008, 02:35:10 PM » |
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I've got one. I was just reminded of this because the person in question just facebooked me. We had a good laugh, but I still regret my behavior:
When I was about 20, studying abroad with a big group of people, one of my friends hit on me. It was the first time someone of the same gender had hit on me (not that I got hit on a lot anyway). I really awkwardly left as if to go to the bathroom and literally ran away, straight back to my apartment.
I still feel bad about how I reacted. I was just so surprised, that I couldn't fathom what I should do next (I was also drunk).
So you think I did the right thing?
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« Reply #4 on: December 08, 2008, 02:35:53 PM » |
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Is this the "regrets" thread? Here's mine, all true:
When I was four years old, I visited my dad at work. One of his colleagues gave me the ceramic "Snoopy" pencil holder on her desk that I had been admiring. Five minutes later, when I was leaving the store, I dropped it and it shattered into hundreds of pieces. Tears of shame poured out of me.
I will never forget how sorry I felt.
So you think I did the right thing?
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« Reply #5 on: December 08, 2008, 02:43:19 PM » |
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Is this the "regrets" thread? Here's mine, all true:
When I was four years old, I visited my dad at work. One of his colleagues gave me the ceramic "Snoopy" pencil holder on her desk that I had been admiring. Five minutes later, when I was leaving the store, I dropped it and it shattered into hundreds of pieces. Tears of shame poured out of me.
I will never forget how sorry I felt.
So you think I did the right thing? Oh, this was about seeking reassurance? I'm of two minds on this. A: If there were no complaints, than you appear to have reached a satisfactory solution. Let it go. B: You were getting paid the big bucks to make the tough decisions. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. It takes a strong man to make a tender chicken. The tigers of regret are patient.
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« Reply #6 on: December 08, 2008, 02:47:58 PM » |
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Is this the "regrets" thread? Here's mine, all true:
When I was four years old, I visited my dad at work. One of his colleagues gave me the ceramic "Snoopy" pencil holder on her desk that I had been admiring. Five minutes later, when I was leaving the store, I dropped it and it shattered into hundreds of pieces. Tears of shame poured out of me.
I will never forget how sorry I felt.
So you think I did the right thing? Oh, this was about seeking reassurance? I'm of two minds on this. A: If there were no complaints, than you appear to have reached a satisfactory solution. Let it go. B: You were getting paid the big bucks to make the tough decisions. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. It takes a strong man to make a tender chicken. The tigers of regret are patient. lols
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« Reply #7 on: December 08, 2008, 03:09:46 PM » |
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The best part of this strange thread, and the only part I fully understand, is "it takes a strong man to make a tender chicken."
I am moved to tears, itching, or something.
The Fiona
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« Reply #8 on: December 08, 2008, 03:11:34 PM » |
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I shot a man in Reno.
Just to watch him die.
Do you think I did the right thing?
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« Reply #9 on: December 08, 2008, 03:17:49 PM » |
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I shot a man in Reno.
Just to watch him die.
Do you think I did the right thing?
Most probably not.
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« Reply #10 on: December 08, 2008, 03:21:05 PM » |
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I shot a man in Reno.
Just to watch him die.
Do you think I did the right thing?
Most probably not. See, I was afraid of that.
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« Reply #11 on: December 08, 2008, 03:24:07 PM » |
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I have been to Reno back in mid-eighties. It was a bubbly city then with casinos and Lake Tahoe next door.
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« Reply #12 on: December 08, 2008, 03:25:43 PM » |
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When Johnny Cash's ghost reads this thread, he hangs his head and cries.
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« Reply #13 on: December 08, 2008, 03:26:34 PM » |
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I shot my Zen with a crossbow and hung it round my neck, like a puzzling and gruesome necklace. Did I do right?
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« Reply #14 on: December 08, 2008, 03:31:59 PM » |
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I shot a man in Reno.
Just to watch him die.
Do you think I did the right thing?
Most probably not. See, I was afraid of that. Other regrets? I have a wife in Chino, and one in Cherokee. The first one says she's got my child, but it don't look like me. Any hooo, a friend of the devil is a friend of mine. If I make it back before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
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