I’ve Stopped Grading Students but not Myself

And I’m not alone

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Last night…

I’m attending my undergraduate college and know I have two courses to complete.

Do you have a dream like this? You must finish something or can’t find something.

I’ve had this dream 100s of times. Last night, something was different.

I received a grade plus sheets of paper, different sizes, clipped together, with comments, and a number. I could not read the comments but the grade was clear and stark.

79/100. In America, that is a C+. A passing but average grade. Maybe below average today.

But there was no number for the one class I had to complete. Inside my dream, I hoped but knew the number wouldn’t be there.

I’ve stopped grading students but can’t stop grading myself. And I’m not alone.

Mickey Mantle* dreamt he couldn’t find Yankee Stadium. 536 home runs were not good enough.

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Even The Mick didn’t couldn’t stop judging himself. Maybe The Babe didn’t either.

Why do we need perfection? Completion?

Why isn’t good enough

Good enough.

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*From Jane Leavy’s The Last Boy: Mickey Mantle and the End of America’s Childhood.