I had a lot of trouble in school, mostly because I was identified as gifted but my school didn’t have any gifted programs. For context, this was back in the 1990s in the UK, where “gifted” for a lot of people, including many teachers, got translated as “You’ll get straight As and be a perfect student, and we can use you as an unpaid teaching assistant!” If you think I’m exaggerating, my only answer is, “I wish.”
I spend every day being bored out of my skull and have no interest in much of what’s being taught unless it’s relevant to me. I skip most of my homework unless I happen to like the teacher since homework doesn’t affect the grade. (In the UK in the ’90s, your GCSE grade was judged purely on your exam results and submitted coursework; everyday homework assignments and attendance had nothing to do with it.)
I also don’t do well on science tests, since I’ve never bothered revising. I usually average about sixteen out of thirty. This year, I decide that with GCSEs (a series of exams that UK students take at sixteen) around the corner, I’m actually going to make an effort.
Enter my biology teacher. Unlike my previous biology teachers, I actually like this one; she loves her subject and has the same inquiring mind as I do, so I have a bit of extra motivation to make an effort in her class. The subject we’re covering this time is DNA and genetics, which I find fascinating, so that’s an extra plus.
I study the unit during lunch and then take it home the night before the test and ask my mother to quiz me on it. We have a really good revision session, and I’m feeling confident about the test tomorrow. A little part of me is also looking forward to the teacher’s reaction to getting a good result from me for the first time in my school career.
We have the test, and although I know it’s not likely I got full marks, I come out of it with the warm, happy glow of having done a lot better than usual. The teacher always takes the tests away to mark them and gives them back during the next lesson, so I have another week to wait.
At the next lesson, I’m eagerly awaiting the results. I get my paper back and look at the mark.
Sixteen out of thirty.
My heart drops. I’m not going to lie; my first thought is that revision was obviously a waste of time since doing so made no difference to my final grade. I also can’t understand it, since I was pretty sure I KNEW the answers in many cases.
I open the test to find out where I went wrong. Our tests are never a single page but around ten to twelve pages stapled together. I go through it, pausing at a couple of pages. Then, I go through it again just to make sure I’m not mistaken.
Nope. No mistake. I begin to grin.
After getting our tests back, we can go up to the teacher’s desk one by one to ask about any points we’re not sure of. I get to my feet and join the back of the queue, trying very hard not to smile.
The student in front of me gets her question answered and goes back to her seat, and I step up.
Teacher: “Yes, [My Name]?”
I hold out my test, open in the middle.
Me: “I think you forgot to mark these two pages.”
[Teacher] blinks at me. A teacher forgetting to mark a single question isn’t unheard of, but an entire two pages?
Teacher: “Let me see.”
She takes the test and a shocked, embarrassed look appears on her face.
Teacher: “Oh, my… Yes, you’re absolutely right, [My Name]. I’m so sorry. Give me a few minutes and I’ll mark it now.”
She does so and then proceeds to double-check the entirety of my test just in case she’s missed any other questions.
Teacher: “I can’t think how I missed two pages without noticing. This is terrible.”
Me: *Sporting a cheesy grin* “I don’t think so!”
Teacher: *Laughs* “Well, no, from your point of view, it’s fantastic. I have to admit, I was surprised when I saw your score on this test since you seemed so interested in the subject. There you go.”
She handed it back with my new score: twenty-four out of thirty. Since most of the class averaged around twenty or twenty-two, I was happier with this than I’d ever been. Coming on the heels of my earlier disappointment, I was also on a natural high that lasted for the rest of the day.
I got similar scores in all subsequent science tests and didn’t do too badly on my actual GCSEs.