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Well, another year of uni that is. Only 4 more to go.

I stayed up late Sunday night/Monday morning to get my last bits finished. It’s not due until today but I had had enough. There were so many drama’s to do with the last subject that I am not really too fussed on what I get now, as long as I pass (and considering I need 5/40 to pass I think my chances are pretty good).

The drama’s all started, I suspect, when the course co-ordinator gave herself 28 days to mark and return the previous assignment. The structure of assessment for this course was layered ie:

1st assignment 10%

2nd assignment 30%

3rd assignmenr 40%

With 20% for in class participation. The idea being that we would build on the feedback from each assignment in completing the next one, and each one was progressively longer, worth more, and more difficult. The first assignment was 500 words and an outline, for which I recieved 8/10, and as that was the top mark in the class, I felt pretty good about it. When I completed my second assignment I wasn’t so sure, so was looking forward to some feedback.

Apparently they were posted on Thursday. From Sydney. 2,500km away. A minimum of 3 days to get here.

I emailed the co-ordinator on Thursday night asking for my mark and any feedback she could give me to assist me to complete the assignment. No response was forthcoming.

On Friday I found out why - she was rushed to hospital Thursday night. I haven’t heard any reports on her progress but I hope she’s doing well.

I stalked patiently waited for the senior tutor to return my calls during the day, to discover I had recieved a mark of 19/30, but as he hadn’t marked any papers, much less laid eyes on mine, he couldn’t give me much in the way of feedback - so I was none the wiser, apart from the fact something I did in the second assignment clearly wasn’t right. Unfortunately I had no idea what that was.

So I decided to work with what I had. I worked hard over the weekend to get it done by Monday and give me time to get some other things done around the house and while I had some extra daycare days booked up my sleeves.

But that, in a nutshell, is the drama of this last assignment, and why, just now, I couldn’t care less what I got. I’m sure when my assignment arrives tomorrow or Thursday I will be very upset because despite changing the way I answered the question and my structure I am positive I repeated the same mistakes that I didn’t have a chance to correct.

Needless to say I am drafting an email to the coordinator to air my concerns about the nature of the assessment.