Remember my horrible, career killing test?
Well, today we got results back. Dr. Clark called us one and a time to give us our tests back so we could go over it in class before moving on to the next part of the course.
"Fran Fletcher."
I took my test when he handed it to me but didn't look at it until I got back to my seat. I had seen so many of my classmates look upset when they received theirs.
I took a deep breath and turned it over. There on the page was a mark made by the computer that had graded the test. It said -- 98% A? How was that possible? Maybe Dr. Clark had made a mistake and given me someone else's test, but, no, my name was on it in my hand writing.
I couldn't believe it. How did I score so highly when I thought I had so completely failed?
When Dr. Clark had finished handing out the tests, he said, "Normally, I don't need to do this. Normally, I just post test results and that's it, but it's clear to me that many of you need a review before we continue. I really don't think some of you even cracked open a book for this test. The highest grade we had in this class was a 98 percent but the vast majority of you scored in the 70s."
He went on talking but I had stopped listening. A 98 percent was the highest in the class? Did I have the highest test score of everyone?
