bluejayway Wrote:
Whereas telling him an F he can't avoid without putting the squeeze on his own mother is the end of the world is really going to take the pressure off enough that he can relax and just write already. If he knows what he wants to do and it doesn't take a passing grade in this class to get there, killing himself over it isn't going to work. If a few years into being a history teacher he changes his mind, he'll be a 'returning student' and thus assessed under somewhat different criteria--one F will not kill him.
I flunked physics in HS, for a number of reasons, and my advisor just signed off on my doctoral dissertation. I had great financial aid throughout my HE career. It didn't hurt me one tiny bit. Maybe that's a flaw in the system, but that's the system he's working in.
The F is avoidable, that's what I think the deal is here. It'sc alled life: sometimes you gotta do shit you don't like. It sounds like he has worked it out, I was just kind of shocked at how many people were so nonchalant about choosing to fail a class. I would advise cheating over getting an F and would probably write the paper for dude if he asked me free of charge.
No, its not the end of the world, especially if he trends upward over the next few years, but i think most on this board are pretty educated and understand the need for education, as does contradiction, obviously. I just know I wish someone had explained to me the consequences of just squeaking by. Learning lessons the hard way ain't always the best way.
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