Last Thursday, in my Calculus class, we had one MONSTROSITY of a test. I say this because usually after the test we would go over a section or two but at the end of the test (I heard from a friend) that there were only 4 out of 20-so students in the class. The teacher thought it’ll be smart to flip the exponents of a rational function we had on our practice test and give it on the test. Let’s just say switching one exponent doesn’t make the problem similar to the original one. The problem was for us to sketch the graph of the given rational function so we were suppose to find the derivative of the first and second to help visualize what the graph would look like. Well, the second derivative looked like it was nearby impossible so he told us to skip it. That and all these other mistakes he made (this is a man who doesn’t bother doing the problems himself to see if we are able to do it) FRUSTRATED everyone into knowing they failed when they turned in the test.
Well, today we got our tests back and I got a 17 which is basically 17 correct problems (he grades by how many out of how many you got right, instead of setting 10 points per problem). Because of this, he usually gives us 1-2 free problems so the total average would be a bit higher. When I saw my score I was happy in the sense that I actually got a C (which is what that range is usually) but pissed cause I NEED AN A IN THE CLASS. But I was wrong. I noticed everyone around me had like 10-13 range so I thought it was strange I scored one of the highest and when the grade sheet was passed around I saw my percentage on the test and IT WAS 94! Holy crap, he only made it worth out of 18 so I got 17/18 problems correct. I started jumping up and down in my head because math students do not jump up and down in real life but rather, act like it should’ve been higher. So now my standing in my class is 90.3% so I need to get A’s on my next two test…one on Wednesday and one on Friday