✌ Victory! ✌

Well, it depends on the type of class and your school’s philosophy of grading. If “C” means “average” then doing a statistical curve makes perfect sense. If instead the letters are supposed to be objective measures of mastery of the material, then rescaling (but not statistical rescaling) again makes sense, since it is practically impossible to craft an exam and grading scheme where the point totals follow some predetermined set of cutoffs. Moreover, if you somehow magically create a 100-point exam where, say, 90 points is an A, 80 a B, and so on, then the 60% of the exam that everyone should get is wasted as an evaluation tool. Much better to write an exam that spreads the students as widely as possible across the 0-100 scale, so it is easier to disambiguate various levels of mastery.

Of course, this is all highly field-dependent, and so you’re more likely to find exams written this way in math or physics than you are in English or sociology.


I never thought of it like that.


I’ve started dreaming again lately. Awesome epic detailed dreams full of joy and sorrow. Dreams that process some of my past, dreams that offer insight into futures. Literally had no dreams for >15 years. None that I remember at least.


Oh, I’ve gotten into deep, heated arguments about this :D. And it always comes down to the definition of a grade. I’ll spare you the witty riparte, but if you got a C+ own that shit.

Side bar:
Math students are the worst when it comes to grading. I just want to scream, “no, a bell curve does not apply to you and your classmates in this point in time!”


At GCSE we were put into sets for high, medium, low levels of ability, and there were separate exams for each level.

No grading on a curve. You had to get a certain percentage to pass, and then each 10% of score was an increase in grade. IIRC, 80% was the highest grade, 70% was the next one…

The weird bit was that if you were taking the low level maths exam, the highest grade you could get was a D. Bit of a pisser if you wanted to go on to A-Levels, because you needed a C in Maths and English at GCSE to do that.

This was also in the year they introduced an A* grade above A, rather than setting the exam correctly for an A.


This is a spillover from the Fuck Today thread, but getting a diagnosis and reading articles about different issues to do with high functioning autism really helped me to build up a coherent picture of who I am and about growing up, which was a confusing experience - why can’t I connect with people? Why am I failing when I try so hard and everyone thinks I should be able to do it? Why do I keep getting in trouble when I mean well? Why don’t my parents seem to understand me or listen to me, even though I know they care about me? Why do they keep hitting me? Or when I got older - why aren’t I growing out of this?

I was able to get a clear picture and explain my whole childhood to my parents from my own perspective for the first time (in a completely non-judgemental way, pointing out the things I did and didn’t understand, along with the many good things I learned from them and am grateful for, then talking them through the reasons I acted in odd ways at different points growing up). They got it. This may not seem like much, but to be told by my parents that I was understood and that my reactions now made sense to them, that they accept my principle of not using physical discipline and that they would have responded very differently to me if they had the chance with the information they now have was huge. I was also able to explain why the dramatic and lasting conversion experience I had (to Evangelical Christianity, at age 4) wasn’t necessarily a miracle, and could be explained from other perspectives. They didn’t quite agree there, but they do think that it makes more sense now!


I could certainly craft an exam like that, but would only do so it if was meant to test shallow understanding of many topics, perhaps using short answer questions.


Hey Doctor Who nerds! Go buy this Doctor Who ebook which has an essay contributed by yours truly included! It might be nice to get paid for once for all this writing I’m doing, so please share it far and wide!




Have you read Look Me In The Eye?

It’s pretty good, and his back story is interesting, and then even more interesting. And personally, I had met the guy many years ago, well before he figured it out. Just thought he was one weird mechanic. But he is behind a few cool details of the world around us.

ETA: He is the older brother of the Running With Scissors guy - a whole other level of WTF, really.


I’ve heard it’s good, but haven’t got around to reading it yet. I’ll have to check it out! I actually practised looking people in the eye with my wife when we first got married, but it’s still something of a feature of my personal contact with people. It’s all very complicated. Avoid eye contact, and you’re considered bored. Look at someone in the eye, and they think it’s weird. Break eye contact, and they think you’re being evasive.

I suppose one thing that kept me from seeing my lack of ability to read people for so long is that people are so bad at reading me. I think to the extent that people want to get into AS-NT relationships, it’s important for both sides to adjust to the reality of this information gap and work on effective communication, because NTs relying on their ability to read signals that they can’t read seems to be a big problem too. Still, the numbers are not encouraging in work or relationships and many women are very negative about aspie men (though others are very positive and tired of NTs they’ve met and their dishonesty). While there don’t seem to be a lot of examples of it getting better, having fairly constant employment and a happy marriage despite some communication issues that we were already working through means that I guess I’m at least beating the odds (because you see numbers like 20% full-time employment and 80% divorce for high functioning autistic people - it’s really depressing).


Otoh- some people are just negative about people.

I hope you do check it out, the title is just something people said to him a lot.

Congratulations on the 'gnosis!


I think it’s split into different groups: people who are missing each other’s signals and need to learn to read each other better, aspies who are jerks or downright abusive and use their condition as an excuse for lack of self improvement or concern for the other person and situations where it becomes more of a carer/patient relationship and the woman gets burned out. (Of course there are aspie women too, but not as many as men and there’s a particular dynamic that can be an extreme version of common gender relations in the case of male aspies marrying NT women). Sometimes the rigid lifestyle, black and white thinking, emotional control and obsessions become intolerable. Sometimes women stay longer than they should because of abuse, sometimes it’s just because they guy is so helpless by themselves. Divorce can be a nightmare due to attachment issues and the fact that the aspie may have no idea why their partner wants to leave. Often there’s a similar situation to the one many women get - they can’t change their husband, there’s often a lack of willingness or willpower to make real changes and both people get frustrated. Mutual knowledge of the condition seems to help quite a bit, along with willingness of both people to change and recognise what the other person is doing. Aspies can also react to a negative atmosphere without realising it (I’ve heard the term “emotional barometer” before, which is a sort of low resolution empathy I guess).

Part of what helped me was that my parents kicked me out of the house when I got engaged, and gave my room to my wife (who had just moved to my city). As far as they were concerned, I couldn’t get married until I could look after myself, and there’s no such thing as “women’s work” (with the exception of actual labour). There was also the realisation that I can authentically show love even if the action doesn’t feel natural. If I say that I love my wife, send her texts, make an effort to remember her birthday or go to a group activity with her and suck it up, this is an action that is designed to make her feel loved. I do love her, so it’s authentic. This may not seem like much, but when we were engaged I didn’t see the need to say hello to her when I walked past her after not having seen her all day. It may seem weird, but early on we also agreed to tell the other person if we were doing something specifically for them. Not to boast or expect praise, but because it’s easy to miss things or come to expect them and focus on the negatives. Also, assume that no insult is intended and the other person is not ignoring you and always ask for clarification.

Come to think of it, it was sorta obvious all along.




RatWoman’s amniocentesis results came back today. The baby is genetically normal. And because RatMan knows how to read a genetics report, he knows that it’s going to be a girl!. (Don’t tell RatWoman; she claims she does not want to know. Which is weird, because last time she couldn’t wait to find out.) This does leave me with something of an ethical dilemma, because everyone else DOES want to know. But I doubt it’ll be a secret after the next ultrasound. Four months to go…


Keep it a secret, bro.

A friend at work was mystified that we didn’t want to know the gender until the birth. Until she found out she was having a boy. She was perfectly happy with a boy – but she said one of the biggest surprises in her life was now no longer a mystery.

My own wife spent a week poring over ultrasound printouts and looking up information online. She ended up being convinced that we were having a girl. We did, but not that time.

There is no ethical dilemma – nobody else has a right to know, and your wife has the right for it to be a surprise. Tell everyone else that if they can keep a secret, you’ll let them know in a few months.


Just keep practicing. “They. They. They.”

You don’t want to come home one day, and, “Hi honey, how is she treating you today. Wait. CRAP!”


I wanted it to be a surprise. My son, however, wanted it known he was going to be a boy - stuck his junk right into the ultrasound wand.


We found out during the amnio, ultrasoud camera for the amio showed not only that the kid to be was a boy but proud of it at the time.


Well, it’s pretty academic. At the last ultrasound, the tech said “I don’t see any genitalia” and that will be even more obvious at the next one. She has almost no belly fat so the ultrasounds are amazingly clear.

And yes, it’s in my best interests to keep it a secret. She knows that I know, and she knows how I know it, so leaking it would instantly point the fickle finger at me. :smile: It’s not like it matters anyway; we have enough kids that nobody is going to be buying us darling little matching color-appropriate clothing ensembles (though some unstained onesies might be nice!) And her mother is already insisting it’s a girl, based on how high she’s carrying it or some other pseudo-medical claptrap, so there’s that.