The exam’s today. It says so right on the syllabus.
It’s getting towards the end of the quarter. My students are jumpy. I’m jumpy. Everyone’s nervous and upset. They’ve got midterms. They’ve got papers. They’ve got exams. I’ve got papers, a sinus infection and virus I just can’t seem to kick, and what’s getting to be a serious case of burnout.
So, okay. Their exam is today. That’s good for everyone. The students’ will have their test over with, they’ll be relaxed, and I won’t be dealing with hyper, grade-obsessed pre-med anxiety yipping for at least several days. Yeah, I’ll have a weekend packed with grading, but I can get that over with soon enough. And then everyone can relax. Just a little.
But, no.
And why not, you ask?
Well, we have, IIRC, 600 people in this course. That means we need at least 600 copies of the exam. And, really, we should have a few more, just in case. But, somehow, when we went to give out the exams today…hey! Look at that! We have about 300 copies! So where are the other 300 copies? Whoops! Oh, well. They’re gone!
And no-one knows where they are. No-one knows if they got shipped to the right department or to the right person within the department. Or if they got made at all. Of course, this problem isn’t actually anyone’s fault. No-one messed up a copy order. Heavens, no!
There must be some other explanation. Like, maybe half of the exams decided they were sick of Ohio in winter. So they shipped themselves off to Florida or Hawaii. Maybe they sprung for international shipping and are now basking their blue (version 1) and white (version 2) selves on the Mayan Riviera. Perhaps they were suffering from test anxiety and decided to end it all, hurling themselves into the shredder. Now they’re in that Great Circular File in the Sky.
In any case, minutes after handing out the scantrons, we had to tell students to turn them back in and go home. The professor’s rewriting the exam, so that students who’d seen the test aren’t at an unfair advantage. We’re having the test on Monday.
Of course, I’m not anticipating a weekend’s worth of panicky e-mails from students. Nor am I anticipating lots of angry “this course SUCKS, and so do YOU! You owe me!!!” e-mails from any of the 52 students for whom I am the only teacher they really interact with on a regular basis. And my Monday morning lab/recitation section’s gonna be a breeze, what with all the relaxed, contented pre-meds there.
To the person who messed this up: --> :wally