Remember P.O.D.?
I started my new job yesterday, and so far it's pretty incredible. I can see how it will get monotonous after a while, but for now it's awesome. My job primarily consists of me sitting at a computer and scoring young children's essays. These kids are in the 11-12 year old range. Sometimes I start reading one, and I can hardly believe my luck because it's written in complete sentences and makes good points. Then again, those take more time to grade. It's easier when the essay is two sentences of BS that have nothing to do with the prompt, then you give it an F and move on.
It's a little more complicated than that, but I'm not really supposed to discuss the details. Every essay has something fun in it though. A mention of how a kid's dad farts in his brother's face, a discussion of hip-hop abs (totally unrelated to the prompt), sentences like "The different makes different and normal people and that makes the difference.", I just can't get enough. I would probably never get tired of giving these kids bad marks.
The person who checks the grades had to message me 3 times today for giving a number that was way lower than the other person who graded it, LOLs. It's my first day though, so I'll get better. Also I think the other graders try to find ways to give the kids better scores cause they're thinking of the children. I just think about their bad grammar and try to give them a dose of reality.
My absolute favorite are the ones where the kids talk about how great their teachers are... how they are so smart and teach them so well. Then the essay is full of misspellings, bad grammar, and has no structure. Your teacher obviously isn't that great, or your essay would be a lot better, pipsqueak! Haha.
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4 comments:
A) i love the labels again, as usual.
B) yeah, when I was a TA, all the students kinds didn't like me cause i graded them harshly. hey. this is chemical engineering. if you can't handle the heat, get out of the thermodynamics!
i wonder what it would look like if JennStar would try to take that test. if i came upon an essay that said 'iam les.' i'd give it full marks.
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The part I love about the kid's dad farting in his brother's face is that he probably doesn't realize that he's putting the kid in a high risk situation for pink eye (as The 40 Year Old Virgin taught us).
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