Weren’t the student graded, and critiqued; there would be no confidence, and therefore no lack of self-confidence.
Weren’t there grades, you could actually say that you go to school to learn.
But you can’t.
It was a Thursday night, and I was still thinking about how pointless the homework was. I had to draw a map. What good is knowing how smart I am, going to do? It would either just motivate me or make me feel sorry for myself.
I didn’t need that. I knew I was smart, and I didn’t need a number to tell me that.
I flipped the map over, double-checking for errors. I could already vision red writing on it from a grading pen. It wasn’t that I thought I did badly.
It was just that I knew Mr. Simpson a little too well. Whether critiquing me, or motivating me, he was going to put some form of writing on my map.
Typical teacher.