Big relief
A big relief in Iran, the country believed
to have invented ice cream. Sort of.
Normally, at this time of year and in the beginning of December (and a little bit in late October but that’s just a midterm), I am trembling in my shoes and seeking psychiatric counseling because of the impending requirement that I write and grade an exam.
Writing an exam is not a task I enjoy much. Grading I enjoy even less.
The August exam is a makeup exam for those who failed the previous December exam, or couldn’t make it, or applied to retake it to raise their grade. I once had to write a makeup exam for three people. Two of them failed it, with obviously minimal preparation, and the third scored a perfect 100%. It felt oddly pointless.
I just found out that this year there is no makeup exam in my class; only one student applied for it, and that student apparently is not eligible for some reason. Writing a whole exam for one person would have been a bit of a bummer (although grading it would be mercifully quick). Now I don’t have to write an exam for two-and-a-half months! Tough luck for him, big relief for me.