This marks the end of our first semester in New Delhi and I am struck by both the expanse of time and the humane nature of our finals. Tomorrow is the last official day of class. Wednesday and Thursday are dedicated to review. No new work will be assigned during that time and none can be collected. Finals begin on Friday, with most students having one final a day for two hours. There are three-hour breaks between morning finals and afternoon finals, allowing students time to study, decompress and get lunch. The final day of the semester is a time we come together again as a class (all eight classes in one day), to return finals for students to review and to have the chance to say goodbye for the next three weeks.
And me? Well, after I give my finals on Friday, I have a week to grade them with no other responsibilities. Think about the thoughtfulness such a schedule allows for instead of having to grade over a three-day weekend where I am expected to use all of my private time to grade while also planning for the next semester. Sorry, my St. Paul teachers. But this is my new reality.
And me? Well, after I give my finals on Friday, I have a week to grade them with no other responsibilities. Think about the thoughtfulness such a schedule allows for instead of having to grade over a three-day weekend where I am expected to use all of my private time to grade while also planning for the next semester. Sorry, my St. Paul teachers. But this is my new reality.
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