I remember one time in Junior High, my algebra homework had really gone well. It was usually really difficult — algebra problems really were problems — but this time I understood it and breezed through. Then came the next morning in class when we all, as per usual, traded papers and checked them. The kid who got mine was amazed. He’d never seen anyone get all of them wrong. They were worth five points per problem, but there were just over 20 problems. I got a negative score on my homework. The teacher gifted me enough points that it registered as a D, so it was clear I’d done the assignment.
I remember one time in Junior High, my algebra homework had really gone well. It was usually really difficult — algebra problems really were problems — but this time I understood it and breezed through. Then came the next morning in class when we all, as per usual, traded papers and checked them. The kid who got mine was amazed. He’d never seen anyone get all of them wrong. They were worth five points per problem, but there were just over 20 problems. I got a negative score on my homework. The teacher gifted me enough points that it registered as a D, so it was clear I’d done the assignment.