For example, in college I got a bad grade on a history exam.
The biggest part of why I got a bad grade was mixing up two similar sounding words in an essay question, which I vaguely remembered the professor might have made a big deal about not making that particular mistake in a class one time, but I couldn’t remember the answer to the question if the question was using the word I thought it was, so I chose to write the answer as if the essay question had used the other word (I think it might have been about the British vs French versions of Parliament, something like that). This essay question was one of a set that you were free to choose from, as long as you answered a specified number of questions. Because I was pretty sure my answer to the first question was wrong, later in the exam I came back to this essay section and managed to answer enough other questions that I was one over the number that had actually been requested. I figured if it happened to be right it could only help my grade, so I left it there rather than crossing it out, and left a brief explanation as a footnote, requesting that that answer be discarded if only the specified smaller number of answers could be factored into the score.
As it turned out, that answer was marked wrong, and I got a pretty bad grade overall on the exam. The marked exam had no visible points accounting, so I didn’t know how the grade was being calculated. I thought it seemed unfair that my footnote hadn’t been considered, so I went to office hours to ask for a better grade on that basis. I got one, and I was surprised by how much, a full letter grade higher, just for that one question being discounted. This was actually upsetting to me though, I wanted to complain, because that essay section was just one part of a larger exam, and it seemed like that meant that making this one particular word mixup mistake the professor had a pet peeve about gets people marked down a full letter grade, and so you are penalized heavily from following the exam advice everyone gets drilled into them to always prefer putting an uncertain answer to not answering. Also the idea that he was probably just eyeballing the grades and there was no per question points accounting. It just seemed very unfair. But I kept my complaints to myself, since I had already gotten the best outcome I could hope for from that meeting and didn’t want him to change his mind. I wonder if it was worth it though, since these events are now part of a rotation of things I sometimes spontaneously think about and feel a little indignation and imagine things I could have said instead, even though it was years ago and is irrelevant to my life now, and even though I think past me was likely taking grades too seriously.
Is that weird? I’d like to hear about it if other people also have little pointless grudges that they can’t let go.
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Grades are dumb
When I was 8, I was playing skee ball at an arcade. I had $2 in quarters in a small cup on the railing while I played.
Another kid and his brother came by and started talking to me. While the one kid distracted me, the other stole my cup. Once I realized what happened my older brother and I flagged the security guard. We found the kids holding the same cup (pretty distinctive because it came from another spot on the boardwalk) with exactly $2 in it.
The security guard couldn’t do anything because I didn’t actually see them take it. I still remember the kids grin when he realized he got away with it.
$2 30+ years later and I’m still tilted about it. That one interaction warped my view of people my entire life.
Not sure I ever really get mad about it anymore, but it still bugs me from time to time.
I struggled in high school. I had anger issues going in, and I got expelled for punching one teacher and throwing a desk at another. I’m a lot better now (plus, that was like 30 years ago). I went into home schooling for a couple years, and kept getting told that I was ahead of my peers due to how much work I was doing. I came back to school at the end of grade 11 having been advised that I would only need to attend half days in my senior year due to how far ahead I was. Turned out I was behind in credits. And a teacher once took advantage of my position.
So this teacher had a rule, anyone who could type faster than him — he set the bar at 50WPM, which isn’t hard for an adult, but for a student, for a generation mostly not raised around tech (I was, however), it was difficult and most were not expected to meet it (20WPM was required to pass his class) — you could not fail, as he would bump you up one letter grade. Anyone failing would be given a D and pass.
Teacher didn’t like me because I typed differently. I held my right hand over shift, enter, and space. My left hand hit all the letters. I know, it’s unconventional as hell. He said I wouldn’t pass his class if I couldn’t type right. (Long story short, I do now.) I said, let me take your speed test. He booted up the program and stood over me, and I hit 55WPM. I can’t remember what the program was. I remember typing like two paragraphs, so I think he just clocked me in Word or WordPerfect or whatever we were using as a word processor on the computers.
He was furious I beat his score, so he marched me down to the principal’s office and said he just watched me cheat on a test. He told me privately he’d only let me pass his class if I retook the typing test, but typing normally. So, I learned to do so and hit 60. That’s pretty good for a high school student. I think professionals (like, say, a secretary) start at around 100WPM, though.
Beat him at his own game, twice. And he couldn’t be the bigger man about it and congratulate me or anything. I did pass his class though.
Maybe I should be thankful he got me to type “correctly” (and I still do). I’ve told the story in person and have been asked to demonstrate the old method. I can still do it, but I don’t prefer it, and I’m a bit slower. I think I can do it at around 35-45 these days? I type “correctly” between 60-80WPM now. So if you see me up here with a long ass post like this, know that it took about as long as a non-technical user posts 1-2 paragraphs. Really not much at all.
I bought a very expensive unlocked international Samsung phone because I was going to be studying for a year in the UK. $600 phone. I believe it was s7 edge.
While there, the phone screen broke.
I took it to a local Samsung certified store. They charged me like $250 for a new screen but that was cheaper than replacing a high end unlocked phone that would work anywhere in the world.
So I paid. I go pick it up. Get home. And it won’t connect to the network. I assume something didn’t get connected inside when they fixed it. I go back to the store. They find out that even though the phone is marketed as international. It isn’t when it comes to parts. And won’t work with an official Samsung EU screen. So they put my old broken screen back on that they miraculously still had. And refunded me.
Nice about it.
Fast forward 3 months and I return to U.S. I call Samsung. I want to have the screen fixed. Yada yada I mail it in.
I get a call 2 weeks later saying they won’t fix the phone because it’s been opened by someone. I say yeah. A Samsung certified shop in the UK. I have the receipts still and can prove it.
They said they didn’t accept that as “certified”. I asked to speak to manager. Explained what happened. Again.
And again they refused to fix the phone screen because the tape was different which meant a non u.s Samsung person or company opened the phone.
This whole time I did not have a phone. Which was incredibly inconvenient.
But I gave in and bought a “cheap” $200 phone. I’ll never forgive Samsung for that b.s. And I’ve never bought another Samsung phone.
I’ve never heard a good story about Samsung repair service. Sorry you had to go through that.
I also explained to the service rep the first time I called that the phone had been worked on in the UK. So I told them that before I mailed it in and they said that was fine.
And of course I was also charged for shipping to and from their repair center.
Also I’ve never broken a phone screen in my life. The “edge” phones are designed so that a phone cover can’t protect the edge of the screen. Pretty much guaranteeing screen will be destroyed if it’s dropped and that side hits first.
It wasn’t just cracked. The whole digitizer was destroyed.
By design. https://forums.androidcentral.com/threads/galaxy-s7-edge-screen-destroyed-by-a-2cm-drop.811943/
https://forums.androidcentral.com/threads/anyone-dropped-their-s7-edge-and-it-didnt-crack.676734/
Others have noted this as well.
One time I was in a class where we had this beginner level web dev assignment, and we were writing HTML and CSS. We had to submit the assignment as a zip file.
When you open the HTML from the zip file in Windows without unzipping it, it can’t access other files in the zip file, namely the CSS.
The entire class failed the assignment because the teacher didn’t unzip the files first, and refused to entertain the idea they might have screwed up.
Oh that one hits hard, I feel this one as well from a simular situation.
I took an into to CS class (basically just Turbo Pascal [yes I am old]) being taught for the first time by a math prof. The only things he could come up for us to program were complex, advanced math problems. We couldn’t understand the problems, let alone figure out how to program a solution. So many people failed that class…
I wouldn’t really say I’m mad about it, but I still think about it over 20 years later.
On the seventh grade science final test, I wrote that mice eat plants and weeds. The science teacher took two points off because weeds are plants if it wasn’t for this I would’ve gotten 100 on the test.
The many times my security deposit was stolen from me. The municipality should hold its people’s deposits, and the landlord can prove in a court of law they deserve it. Shouldn’t be a problem because landlords never try to steal people’s deposits right?
Wrote a satirical column in the Uni school paper making fun of a department. Chair of department took umbrage. They gave me a bad grade in a class I needed to graduate, forcing me to retake the class.
Worth it.
English, senior year of high school. The one class I got a B in throughout high school. Stupid opinionated class. I still believe that teacher didn’t like me. Got A’s on college with the same writing style. Fuck you, Mrs. Farnsworth. I don’t care that it’s been nearly 20 years now.
Oh man. Second job ever, dipping my toes into IT as a PC tech at an office supplies retail store.
Freshly minted CompTIA A+ hardware/software certification under my belt. Have a customer debate me on me declaring that SDRAM is and always will be faster than DRAM memory. Customer walked out after complaining to my manager. Got chewed out by manager, but kept job, though I was noticeably meeker with future interactions. Retail sucks.
More than 20 years later, I’m still right.
