Stuck under a pile of my own grading, but I have a question for you: do you think the final comment on an essay is an essential piece of the puzzle?
I comment expensively throughout essays, because I’ve always felt it’s more useful for students to have concrete feedback, where I say, “Hey, this thing you are doing RIGHT HERE is good/bad/effective/ineffective.” I write a lot. I have a particular felt-tip pen I like for marking (in orange or in lime green), and I will use up one pen per round of essays. No shortage of qualitative feedback, is what I’m saying. Students always comment on how much they like and appreciate my in-esssay feedback, and students who read it and work with it do tend to improve. I’m insecure about 90% of my life as a teacher, but my commenting is solid.
I also use a mini-rubric that I learned in grad school on all essays: TOGS, which stands for thought, organization, grammar, style. Students get a mark for each piece of that puzzle and then an overall mark.
Here’s my confession: I think my final comments are worthless. Either I rehash the commentary in the paper or I have nothing else to add. I realized last time around that almost every essay starts with “You have good ideas, but…” or “This is an interesting essay…” So I told myself I would nix the final comment, and encourage students to pay attention to the far more useful comments within the text.
Except, I can’t. I can’t stop writing these meaningless at worst and repetitive at best comments at the end of student papers. I’m not convinced of the pedagogy of these final comments, and I know students only improve if they engage with the in-essay questions and comments. So what the hell is my deal? When did I get married to the final comment? And why is it that even when we think our pedagogical choices through and feel like we have sound reasons for the choices we make, it remains so hard to let go of the received wisdom of all the teachers who have taught us before?
With the drop date approaching, it’s time to have a series of difficult conversations with students, ranging from “you need to pick things up a little if you want to do well” to “you can’t possibly pass.” I always find this hard, because as a student I was basically always mortified to discover that my professors knew I existed. But I’ve gotten good feedback from these conversations, too — and the percentage of floundering students who have no earthly idea that they aren’t doing well, let alone failing, is astounding to me. How much hand-holding is too much, of course, is the age old question — and if I advise them too well, and all the failing students drop, will that make my grades look artificially high?
Nothing is without questions at this stage in my career, I am learning.
I’m finding that realistic expectations and perceptions are a real difficulty for my students. Trying to explain that a B- is not in fact a bad mark, but instead demonstrates just above satisfactory competency in the material, is really difficult. There are grade inflation problems everywhere, of course, that make it really difficult to keep C meaning satisfactory, B meaning good, and A meaning excellent. And preparation is a problem. Students who coasted through their high school English classes with creative projects and oral presentations are stunned to get to post-secondary school and discover that they have no idea of how to approach formal essay writing. And it takes a lot out of a person to be the gatekeeper in the first-year literature class saying that yes, your ideas are good, but no, that’s not quite enough.
I internalize too much of their own anguish — that’s part of it. When does that wear off?