#student evaluation

[solemnlyfloatingscorpion]

Career Mapping Tools: Your Roadmap to Professional Success

Choosing the right career path can be overwhelming, but with the help of career mapping tools, students and professionals alike can gain clarity and direction. These tools are designed to assess your strengths, interests, and goals, providing a personalized career growth map that leads to long-term satisfaction.

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One of the most powerful outcomes of using career mapping tools is discovering a path to career success that aligns with both passion and skillset. For students and young adults, it often serves as a wake-up call about the variety of careers for education and beyond. From careers in academics to global opportunities and entrepreneurship, the choices become more visible and approachable.

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Whether you're a student, a parent, or someone planning a switch, understanding and using career mapping tools is crucial. It’s not just about finding a job — it’s about loving your career and achieving lasting success.

[333mots]

Stroebe, W. (2020). Student Evaluations of Teaching Encourages Poor Teaching and Contributes to Grade Inflation: A Theoretical and Empirical Analysis. Basic and Applied Social Psychology, 42(4), 276–294. https://doi.org/10.1080/01973533.2020.1756817

[gravitascivics]

INSTRUCTIONAL EVALUATION FOR CONSUMER GOVERNMENT

Again, this blog proceeds with its promotion of a consumer government approach to civics education.  To date, this blog has addressed various concerns with such a change including commentary on the needs for the approach, needs of the subject matter, curricular goals and objectives, related teaching strategies, etc. 

Interested readers who have not followed the proceeding postings, but wish to read them, are directed to the first one, “A Practical Turn” (March 19, 2024).  It can be found through the citation here[1] or, along with subsequent postings, the archive feature of the blog.  By reviewing them, readers can consider a multi-faceted rationale for this proposal.

          This posting addresses instructional evaluation.  Evaluation at the instructional level can utilize a variety of techniques.  On a summative basis, evaluation should be criterion reference based.  Competencies on the following concerns need to be spelled out:

Cognitive – knowledge (recall) of basic facts and procedures, application of inquiry skills (modeled after scientific method and other reputable research methodologies), logical deduction skills, and appropriate communication skills.  And …

Affective – non-graded attitudes that relate to dispositions regarding citizen participation regarding governing issues.

A pre-test, that can use a multiple choice or open-ended format, need to be administered to determine:

Pre-requisite knowledge and skills attained (e.g., sixth grade reading and mathematics level proficiencies),

Knowledge of subject matter that instruction will address, and

Relevant value orientations students hold prior to instruction.

As with most courses of study, there would most likely be a final written examination.  That test will provide evidence as to the success of instruction by comparing results with pre-test to identify measured change.  By comparing results between pre- and post-testing, specific areas of deficiencies can be detected by conducting an item analysis.

          On a formative basis, individual units could provide unit tests and quizzes, formulated from lesson objectives, and on student-project work products.  Again, course objectives should guide these reviews.  Informally, teachers can rely on classroom participation and on one-on-one discussions with students to acquire feedback information.

           With those concerns reviewed, there remains only one topic this blogger wishes to address, that is, evaluation of this proposed course of study itself.  The next posting will mark the end of this proposal by looking at curriculum evaluation, asking how one can determine how effective can a course on consumer government, as outlined in this blog, be.

[1] URL:  https://gravitascivics.blogspot.com/2024_03_17_archive.html.

[pulipuli]

看看網頁版全文 ⇨ 教學意見回饋資料集 / Dataset: Student Evaluation https://blog.pulipuli.info/2023/07/datasetstudent-evaluation.html 這份資料集改編自Fokoue與Gunduz在2013年發佈的土耳其安卡拉加齊大學學生教學意見回饋資料集。 可作為機器學習練習使用。 ---- # 資料來源 / Source https://archive.ics.uci.edu/dataset/262/turkiye+student+evaluation。 | Fokoue,Ernest and Gunduz,Necla. (2013). Turkiye Student Evaluation. UCI Machine Learning Repository. https://doi.org/10.24432/C5S02S. # 資料集下載 / Download https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1YBmcnBVXKl4ZjGFYqsnfI93grtBPf9igmvS0B5Ki0C0/edit?usp=sharing。 - Google試算表線上檢視 - ODS格式下載 - OpenDoucment Spreadsheet (.ods) 格式備份：Google Drive, GitHub, One Drive, Mega, Box, MediaFire, pCloud, Degoo # 簡介 / Description 這個資料集是來自於土耳其安卡拉(Ankara)的加齊大學(Gazi University)裡，數個課程中多位學生對於他們授課教師的教學意見回饋資料。 你能夠根據學生的回應來分辨他們上的課程嗎？。 # 案例數 / Instances 共有5820筆回覆。 # 屬性 / Attributes 本資料集沒有缺失值。 # 目標屬性 / Target class。 「instr」，也就是教師代號。 ---- 最後的問題是：當學生的時候，你會去填寫教學評量回饋嗎？。 - 1. 會，因為我覺得老師教的很好/很差。 - 2. 會，因為有抽獎或系上要求等其他因素。 - 3. 不會，學校有這種制度嗎？ - 4. 其他，介於會填與不會填之間。 歡迎在下面留言喔！ ---- 看看網頁版全文 ⇨ 教學意見回饋資料集 / Dataset: Student Evaluation https://blog.pulipuli.info/2023/07/datasetstudent-evaluation.html

[clonerightsagenda]

Grading in the AI era is like *looks at first submission* huh that's a weird mistake *sees the same mistake in 4 other submissions* oh this is the chatGPT answer to this question isn't it

[darlingofdots]

I'm having a bad mental health day but I had to go teach this morning, so I told my students I wasn't feeling well and apologised for not bringing the usual energy into the session. I struggled way harder than I expected and knew I was doing a bad job, and then one of the students went "hey how about we discuss the questions in groups instead and you can take a minute" and then, when I apologised again, assured me I was doing a great job and they appreciated me showing up, and then they organised themselves into groups and had a lively discussion and everyone said "get well soon!" as they left and ??? I may have shed a tear or two

[quicksilversquared]

We have to peer-review some other people's papers for a class that I'm taking right now, and when I was initially reading the first two of my assigned papers, my gut reaction was "holy crud, I would be absolutely fucking mortified if I turned in this kind of work"... which I thought was maybe a bit of a harsh reaction, until I talked to another person in the class (who I know is also a strong writer) and her reaction was "what the fuck is wrong with these people".

Anyway apparently the quality of a large number of these papers has been very much discussed among a handful of people who can write, and the feeling is very much "why are people with a high-school writing level in grad school and how has this not been corrected yet", so at least I'm not alone.

(also it makes me feel better about the two stupid-ass typos that I found in my paper after turning it in... compared to what I've seen so far, that was absolutely nothing)

[ntrlily]

really my favorite thing about using Linux is that compared to like, Windows or MacOS, I just enjoy my time on the computer more with Linux. There's a lot of dumb bullshit I don't have to worry about, everything runs faster, I can make my interface look like it crawled out of 1997, and I don't have to turn the thing off to update it. It feels a bit cheesy to say that but using Windows just feels adversarial (which was the case even before I swapped to exclusively using Linux) and that's a sentiment I see from tons of people who exclusively run it.

[kyu-piddy]

Celebration time 🎉

Happy 100 followers everyone! Thank you all for following my silly side blog, and for enjoying my work! To celebrate, I made a lil quiz to match you with one of the housewardens. Originally I wanted to do all characters but that would be a humongous task, so if this one does well, I might do a vice-house warden one later on.

Happy quizzing!

[crescenthistory]

dear neighbourhood car that has been blaring its alarm for the past hour. im TRYING to pull an all nighter here. would you shut tf up.

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

got a bad mark on an essay (10% less than i was expecting) and i think im going crazy over it

[amynchan]

Socially aware people, when they say "a teacher is human, too": a teacher has needs and a life. Often times, they have a family that may become neglected as they do their best to serve the students and community that don't pay them enough to sustain that family. Teachers require rest and care and support as much as any other person, and they are not receiving any of that under their current circumstances.

Students, when they say "a teacher is human, too": this person that was forced to be a mentor and guide to me also has feelings of triumph and loss and struggle underneath the person they've been forced to be. They can have fun and fall in love and do stupid things just like I can! If I have questions about life instead of just about school, then this one very specific teacher can answer them because that's a human being.

Me, when I say "a teacher is a human, too": Guys, I am begging you not to ask me for any more romantic advice. I promise you won't like what I give you.

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

Ngl you should not be as invested in Reddit as you are. The whole site is corporate dreck.

Not much of a choice if that is where the cultural nexus of the fandom I am in sits.

[itspileofgoodthings]

two sort of related teaching thoughts I’ve been having as we barrel towards the end of the school year:

1) an aspect of the job I feel I’m just growing into—well, not an aspect, really. More of a central tenet—is being able to see and remember that I teach KIDS. And that is so important to remember in all cases but especially with my high schoolers. They are so young and more than that so much has not happened to them yet. There is so much they don’t know. And the more I see it the more I can be compassionate and yet also removed? Distanced? Not under the illusion that I’m addressing people of equal maturity or experience to me—or even close—and so being at all times mindful of the incompleteness of pretty much everything about them and thus being gentle with them. And also at the same time remembering and rejoicing in their humanity and all their glorious funny raw potential. It’s amazingly hard to do, harder than I thought. But I do think I CAN do it. And it gets a little easier with age.

2) It is shocking how many teachers don’t see kids that way and are uninterested in trying. It’s almost an epidemic the way that teachers swing between appreciating kids as if they were other adults—gassing them up, frankly LYING about their depth or intelligence in ways that shock me on the daily (when people call a kid mature and act like that is a literal statement and don’t contextualize it, I have to laugh, literally none of them ARE mature, they’re all raw; also the smartest of them aren’t deep. They CAN’t be, they’re KIDS)—or on the other hand being disgusted with their immaturity as if, again, they’re dealing with adults. And expressing their scorn and disappointment as if some of that behavior isn’t par for the course. There’s a cruelty in either extreme; there’s a lack of common sense; there’s a rampant sentimentalism. And it makes me almost sick to my stomach sometimes.

[ilovedthestars]

here's the thing. yes, some pieces of art are "better" than others. there are many criteria you can measure that with--technical skill, creativity, clarity, conceptual depth, successful execution of the artist's intentions, etc., and i do think it's useful to clarify which ones you're using as a measuring stick. but like, of course you can evaluate art. of course you can be critical (in the "art critic" sense) of art. (among other things, that's one of the most important ways to get better at making art yourself.)

however. when it comes down to evaluating what gets to count as art. what art even gets to have a seat at the table. i will go to bat for the thing that isn't as "good" every single time.

you can say you think a piece of art is bad. you can say you think it lacked technical skill, or clarity, or conceptual depth, and you consider those important elements of a successful work. i might even agree with you. but if you think that means it doesn't matter, someone is going to die on this hill and it isn't going to be me

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 9

Synopsis: Can lover's fights be resolved quickly? Or does it set up a new game?

A/N: I would like to thank my younger self for being infinitely cooler than I am now. Also the Kendrick Lamarr version of America has a problem. And to my readers. You fuel this beast that is my spiral into madness. Yippee!

The Doctor had to work quickly. He wasn’t about to let (y/n) slip through his fingers.

How much of a miscalculation this was! He thought this experience would further bond her to him. The swoop of glamor, the gravitas.

So many of his past companions followed a script. See the TARDIS, get a chance to save the day. Enter, become his friend and companion. Come to grips with reality and then cling to him as a life preserver.

He mentally cursed himself out. He should have just stuck to his original plan of never telling. Or just casually, maybe after her graduation, to do a meeting with Missy and explain Nardole.

It was better to keep her in the dark.

The thought of a memory wipe crossed his head. But after all that with Donna and after he got his mind wiped of Clara…the idea was less savory and could backfire.

If not for Missy and his duty to care for her, he would never had remembered Clara.

Missy was good for that. Her psychic skills and progress were always far superior, more accurate than his.

The thought of him contacting her mentally and getting her on board and then having her disentangle this day from his little fawn’s mind briefly flitted through.

Too late, as (y/n) was already climbing out of her shower. She didn’t take her time with it.

He braced himself for the next bit.

He usually wasn’t on the receiving end of this behavior.

She exited, wrapped in the towel. Her eyes were red from tears and lack of sleep. She stood in a defiant stance facing him, water still dripping off her legs.

She kept on hand braced at the top, protecting her modesty. She rose the other and pointed with her index finger. She inhaled and held her breath for a long second. He could tell that she was steeling herself. Preparing what she had to say, and wanted to say it without stopping or stuttering or anything else.

He let her have to floor.

Her next breath was long and rattled out of her like death from a corpse.

“Listen, I understand that you couldn’t have came out saying ‘Hey! I’m an alien stuck on Earth!’ without sounding totally fucking schizophrenic.” She hand went to under her armpits. More protecting of her precious modesty. A mini suit of armor, he gathered. “Am I blaming you for not wanting to sound insane? Even if it’s the truth? Sort of. But like, it’s also my fault. I was too stupid. I also made my happiness contingent on a man’s affection. If you are a man. You look pretty damn male to me. Feel pretty damn male to me. But I digress!” An exhausted, bereaved look fell over her face. “I said from the beginning I never wanted this to happen. But I did. This did.” She caught her breath and swallowed heavily. “I don’t really fucking know what to do or think here. Would it be dumber to leave, or dumber to stay? Would you just abduct me and probe me if I left? I don’t know any aliens besides you. I think. I don’t know…I don’t know what aliens do.”

“It’s too late to get anyone driving.” She finished up. “I’ll sleep on it. But, I don’t know.” Her eyes slammed shut tightly and she shook her head. He dare not probe in her brain to see if he could do anything, say anything, especially after that comment she just made…

“Find somewhere else to sleep.” She ordered. “Or sleep on the cuck chair. I don’t care. I need my sleep and to clear my mind. Don’t fucking touch me.”

It was a better outcome than he was expecting. A testament to his methods and his abilities. It was real affection too. In parts and pieces.

A shot in the arm, at least.

He could make strategies and find the most clever words at night. After all, he did need less sleep than a human. Mental seduction was now a line drawn in not sand, but concrete. And it was drying quickly.

He sat down in what she deemed the “cuck chair”. He’d have to Google that term later.

She got dressed quickly and did her little human skincare rituals quicker. After crawling into bed, she put her back to him and snapped off the lights.

The silent treatment…

He could work with that.

He heard her let out a few heaves of a half cry.

The thought of throwing her secrets into her face crossed his mind. Secret for secret. But he knew that was petty and would further alienate him from her. To shame her into submission was the opposite of what he needed to do.

Plus, with the way she operated, it’d be a blow out. Only a Time Lord with access to her brain would know.

All night his mind raked through scenarios.

And her sleep was restless, tons of thrashing and some talking. He got out of the chair a few times and it seemed she was also leaking tears.

He resisted the urge to wipe them away. And to rifle through her mind.

Thankfully the morning robbed him of overthinking any more.

She woke with such a start, her chest heaving and face crusted with dried tear salt.

The Doctor made his way to fake…something in the bathroom. Give her space.

He flushed the toilet and washed his hands.

She had already dressed up and sat on the chair. Just a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved turtleneck. She was slouched and a glum expression slacked across her face. She was chewing on her pinky nail with one hand and the other was tapping very quickly.

“I’m not going back to Bristol. Fuck it, I’m in London.” She announced very nonchalantly.

She heaved.

“You can’t help how you are. I can’t either. We’re an odd couple. An alien and a…” She caught herself. “Human.” She wasn’t ready to reveal her secrets yet. Of all the people in the universe, he understood the urge for secrecy.

“Don’t take me for a fool. No more wool over the eyes or a snow job. If I want to know, I’ll ask. Vice versa. Of course.” She conceeded.

“If you lay hands on me, it’s my right to launch you into the stratosphere.” She stood up for herself…it seemed like she was speaking from deep experience.

“I’m not going to waste whatever is between you and me. But yeah.” She cracked her knuckles and wrists. “Is that good for you? It’s good for me.” She ended getting up and grabbing at her purse.

His time to speak came.

“That’d work for me.” He decided the simplest words would make the best impact. He noted that this incarnation of himself was a sucker for women who likes to pull a bossy act, but came undone so easily under him. He’d lure his fawn back to him. Somehow…

“Okay, ummm. Fine, I’m going to go out, get some things. I’ll be fine. Message me whenever your done with whatever you needed to do today.”

She exited and he went off to help UNIT.

Distracted and raw, he did his duties.

They went off and Kate declared the operation a success.

He texted (y/n) to meet him at a café that was near the unit head quarters.

She met him and he went to kiss her hand. She smelled heavily of cigarette smoke and her sunglasses were glinting, eyes damn near unreadable. She had a few small shopping bags on her.

“You were busy.” He noted.

“Well, you did mention a play and I didn’t have anything appropriate.” She admitted. “I wanted to look nice…for you. Don’t want to embarrass you. Especially since you’re so nicely dressed this weekend.” Her head nodded to the side. “I’ve never seen you in a button down.” She mused, “They suit you.”

She gave a crooked half-grin, half-grimace.

It seemed that yesterday and this morning laid heavy on her mind.

Against his better judgment, he gently entered the surface of her mind and gently swept aside some doubt of self and this. Still there but not probing sharp and heavy. Gently safe, gently there. Letting her still have her free will, just sheltered nerves.

Maybe he still hung around Missy too much.

Even though, this wasn’t as bad as what either of them has done in the past regarding Time Lord’s skill sets in meddling in people’s minds.

This was for the better, would stop her from harming herself, he rationalized…

She relaxed and they finally entered the café. He got his usual cappuccino with enough sugar to overwhelm an entire preschool’s population, she got a simple espresso lungo.

“See!” He said as he took a sip, “Just like humans do.”

“Ah.” She said, her mouth partially hidden behind the cup.

“Sun feels nice…” She said, sitting down at a seat that got the full blast of it on her face. “Rare English sun…” She mused again. “Maybe it’s an omen.” She shrugged, fingering the one pendant around her neck like it was a talisman.

The late-spring sun shone in her hair, illuminating different shades and colors in her (insert your color of hair you have here, dear reader!). Much different than in the early days with the weak winter sun. It was radiant.

Semi-sarcastically, semi-impertinently, he asked, “Can I touch your hair?” His hand already halfway shot out. (Maybe he did have ADHD.)

She took another petite sip of her drink. She nodded, “Sure.” She placed the cup down and let the sun hit her more, shrugging out of her jacket, and extending her arms out to get the rays on then.

He leaned out and slipped his right hand through the line of her hair. Feeling it’s textures and gave a short swirl of the ends between his fingers. With his other hand he gripped her already clasped-together hands.

The cool metal of her rings was already warming in the sun.

It felt right, a small simple moment. He wished he had gotten more with more people.

“Let’s cut the mishegas.” She said after a while. “Let’s make this work.”

The Doctor nodded in assent, taking another sip of his drink. “Whatever you need.”

After a while, and minimal talking, they went back to UNIT head quarters and the Doctor took a meeting with the entire engagement crew and leads. (Y/N) decided to give a quick check in and chat with Petronella and asked her about her favorite place for a brunch on Sunday.

Sadly, Petronella didn’t know any good places, but she’d ask around and get back to her.

(Y/N) went off to prep for the night out.

The Doctor was buzzing, he was entirely intrigued by what his fawn’s idea of appropriate was for a West End play. Especially after her comment about his outfit.

He had no references, just what he’d seen a few companions wear.

He was properly doing a date in the first time since he sent River off to die on his younger self in the Library.

He hoped this one would be less chaotic. (Y/N) seemed a flight risk if any invasions or anything close to his normal dalliances he had on Earth happened.

He could respect her need for peace and quiet. It was admirable.

The meeting was just about ready to close up when she entered and sat next to him, sliding the chair over closer to his.

He gave a quick look over. Everyone did. It was a distraction. She entered in a slightly-overdid cloud of perfume.

She was…glittering. Glowing.

That was the only word to explain it. Obviously, she’d taken certain professional cues. Her legs were elongated in some ridiculous contractions masquerading as shoes. Her hair was pinned back in some areas and let loose in others. She wore a simple black dress and a tight black opened, long cardigan.

It seemed she was trying to send a message.

Her face was shining and her eyes were accented.

Definitely a big one.

He turned, interrupting the already interrupted meeting, slowly blinking.

“Don’t mind me. I’ll just wait.” She smiled, crossing over her wrists, sliding her arms onto the board room table, slightly slouched, slight pushed forward.

Whatever this little message was, he felt his cock stiffen a bit.

Is this what her clientele saw? This bejeweled wonder? All a show of confidence and heavily-scented fodder?

Was this her doing? To show him that she could invite the gaze of anyone she wanted?

His mind swirled with jealousy.

Then the rational side, who knew her for what she was when she wasn’t trying kicked in. She was just trying to look nice for the theatre! Nothing more, nothing less.

He hadn’t felt this white-hot dagger of jealousy since that PE teacher…What’s his name, Danny? Denny? Denise?

This human had him stymied again…

Too soon and yet not long enough, his duties ended for the night. She got up and went to Petronella for a moment to exchange numbers and she tossed her head, hair reacting to the little motion, shaking away. He caught a glint of her teeth backed against the lipstick, deeply pigmented.

His observation about them being friends was correct.

He felt a little unable to leave his seat. He had to will his body to do such an action. He accomplished it and went to near the door frame.

“Yeah, text me any time. I’ll see you later.” He heard her say.

She took a giant step away and joined him. She gripped his arm and shrugged on shoulder up. “How do I look for my first West End play?” There was a very new expression in her eyes. One that seemed unreachable.

He was rather uneasy in those micro-clues in this body, unless he relied on his mind to connect and check in...

“You’ll do.” The Doctor beamed.

She fixed her strap under the cardigan and they began their walk to the outside. A swirly motion, it was oddly hypnotic and drew his eyes to her chest. Her necklaces glinted in the light and clinked together gently. He let a small, sardonic grin form on his face.

On to call a cab, the Doctor noticed he had a bit of trouble counterbalancing his weight against her in the added three or four inches of (y/n). His little fawn had little trouble on her wobbly legs. He was the one in trouble, slightly stumbling like a newborn deer…

A reversal.

Before he properly could form any more thoughts she got a cab to come off the side of the streets.

Onto the play, onto a new act.

But what was she getting at showing up like that?

Or was this just nothing…?

He had to find out or give up quickly.

Not acts, no playing.

Just the night ahead.