Exam grading at the University:
My friend has a tall hair, and a green eye.
Talking with my students about why this sentence is incorrect led me to a deeper understanding of how difficult English can be. Last week, we went over the most frequent wrong answers, to this and other questions on their midterm.
The students want so badly to be perfect. I try to affirm them for taking risks with the language, for trying different things when still unsure of their use of words. (Like the student who, when asked about her interests during the spoken exam, grinned and said, “I love evil.” I broke in at that point: “Excuse me– could you repeat that?” She replied, still grinning: “Oh yes. I love eevviil. Eeevviiil Tower– Paris– right?”)
But my students are still gripped more by what they missed than by what they accomplished.
As is our practice each time we meet, we reviewed quotations. The students have learned a new quote every week, and have practiced explaining the thought behind each of them, quotes like:
- Experience is a hard teacher, because she gives the test first and the lesson afterward. –Vernon Law
- It’s not how much we give, but how much love we put into giving. –Mother Teresa
- Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it. — Helen Keller
Last week I found out, minutes before my class was to begin, that there would be a university-wide seminar on “violence against women.” I reminded my students that some of our conversations about speaking up– or our quotes– might relate. We went to the auditorium together.
Injustice and inequality were portrayed in the stories of four women, in a well-made film by Half the Sky; the power of educational opportunities for women was emphasized. When mediator opened the floor for comments, a young man stood. His words prompted the student on my right to murmur disagreement, shaking her head.
“What did he say?” I asked. Among other things, she translated, he said that women could avoid being hurt by simply staying at home.
Fire in my stomach. The mediator responded; another student, one on my left, reached for the microphone. She trembled, but barely. “If a man and a woman make the same mistake,” she said, “the woman is treated differently. This is not fair. I have had this happen to me.”
By the end of the discussion, the young man had gently backpedaled on his statement. Several female students had told their experiences, perspectives, and passion for change to be made. They had not waited to make their every word perfect. They had no knowledge of how he would respond. But they spoke anyway– and the world spins a little more justly today, because of their words.
May we have their courage in the small things, not just the seemingly big moments. And may our tastes of justice create hunger to know the One who made us, to live in shalom with with Him, the self, the creation, and each other.