After a week of anticipation, my instructor finished grading the tests and handed them back yesterday, but not before he kept us in suspense and made me feel even more nervous. Having never taken a psychology class before, I was not sure how well I had studied for it. I figured I had done decently. I anticipated a 'B' grade.
The instructor told the class how he had graded the test, and then admitted it was one of the worst performances on the first test he had ever seen. This performance prompted him to briefly question whether or not the test might be too difficult, so he handed the test off to a colleague and asked what they thought. The other instructor told him the test was pretty straight forward.
30 percent of the class failed the test, and nearly that many got below average grades. It was scary. I could not believe it. I started to get really nervous. He explained that he suspected a lot of the poor performances were due to people not paying attention in class, or simply not attending class on a regular basis. He politely suggested that some needed to decide whether or not they should be in the class, and if they decided to stay, then they needed to get their acts together.
Finally, he allowed us to approach the front tables on which he had placed our tests in alphabetical order. I grabbed mine and dared not look at it until I was safely back in my seat. It is a large class, so I did not want to risk being trampled by my fellow anxious students. I looked at my test and breathed a sigh of relief. I somehow earned one of the three As he had given. No complaints. I felt a lot better.
Still, I have to wonder how that many people did poorly on the test.