'Tis the season when young'uns line up at the chair of the man with the beard and the big jiggly belly and ask gently and sweetly for a little something extra special.
That's right: there are six weeks left in the semester, so they're lining up at my desk asking for extra credit.
I do have a beard, and a bit of a belly, but I'm afraid I cannot grant all these children's winter wishes. We have about four weeks left in the semester after they return from winter break, and a few kids are realizing that the grade they are destined to receive is more a lump of coal than a shiny new bicycle.
They beg to turn in that first essay, even though it is now ten weeks late and we've moved on. They plead to submit the vocab quiz from two units ago. The cajole me to create from scratch a whole new assignment so they can reclaim the points.
It is times like these, when kids are scraping together points, that I least like my job. I want them to treasure the learning, not seek to hoard meaningless points. I suppose this is why I am drawn to the bits and pieces I keep hearing about standards-based assessment. Perhaps this is just the next new fad I will be lamenting on this blog sometime down the road, and I have had a sort of love-hate relationship with the concept of standards. But if our goal is about the learning, not the accumulation of points, wouldn't a shift to standards-based assessment make sense? Wouldn't it make more sense (and be more meaningful) if my gradebook clearly showed the accomplishment of specific skills as opposed to the amassing of points?