There was a time in my life when grades were all that mattered. When my achievement was represented by numbers that ranged from 75 to 100. When getting a mark with the first number having the shape of an ax triggered a feeling of inadequacy, and a mark with the first number having the shape of an inverted tear elicited a feeling of superiority. This was during my elementary days and this was a very long long long long long time ago.
When I went to high school my glorification of ratings went down while a crisis in the family was materializing. Going to college, my appreciation of grades became further diminished and repressed to unconsciousness since I thought then that grades didn’t really reflect practical real-life learning. That grades were standards that applied to students who didn’t have any other problems in life but to study and improve their school performance. Students who didn’t have to think about whether they have food waiting for them when they arrive home. Students who didn’t have to think about whether they had shelter to protect them as they sleep at night. Students who didn’t have to worry about not having enough money to take the jeepney going to school. Students who didn’t have to worry about being sick and not being able to afford healthcare. Yes grades do not reflect these factors. Factors that obviously affect student performance in a MAJOR MAJOR way.
So what can I say about grades. Grades mean nothing to me. Unless the personal predicaments of students are considered in the grading system then grades will remain an INVALID rating system for me.