I give my final final exam of the semester today, in a half hour. My feelings:
After the exam, I shall retreat to my lair to grade them. I have made a cell biology final exam that is all essay questions. I’m expecting the students to synthesize all the information I have given them this turn, and to defend their arguments with details. There are some options here.
I will moan and weep and struggle for hours over terrible answers that tell me I have completely failed. Then I’ll have to go searching for candy canes to stab into my eye sockets.
I will be dazzled and impressed, and my students will vindicate all of my efforts, and I will dance with joy, and then I’ll have to go attend the midnight showing of Rogue One to restore my natural pessimism and ruin everyone’s day with spoilers.
Realistically, I’ll probably get some exams that are rewarding and interesting and some that will disappoint me. It’s OK. Then I’ll wonder if I should go to the midnight showing or just get some sleep.
Dilemmas. But no matter what, I intend to get all my grading done today. That will be good.