Ah. Good old days in the 80’s when teacher didn’t even read what you wrote. Grade was given according who you were, did the teacher like you and what your previous grades were. No sudden inspirations to do better.
This happened to me. I was a pretty good kid; brainy too, but one history test kicked my ass. The teacher was the husband of my grandfather’s sister. A distant family cut me a break.
This phenomenon can continue into adulthood too.
However, after a certain point it’s not about the grades you make. It’s about the hands you shake.
Ah. Good old days in the 80’s when teacher didn’t even read what you wrote. Grade was given according who you were, did the teacher like you and what your previous grades were. No sudden inspirations to do better.
This happened to me. I was a pretty good kid; brainy too, but one history test kicked my ass. The teacher was the husband of my grandfather’s sister. A distant family cut me a break.
This phenomenon can continue into adulthood too.
However, after a certain point it’s not about the grades you make. It’s about the hands you shake.