Monday, June 1, 2015

The Last Day of School

The last day of the term is always crazy, and the last day of school even more so. This year, things went relatively smoothly, all things considered. The administrative staff worked very hard in the previous 48 hours. While things were done at the last minute, they got done.
Exams: the quietest the students ever get
This is the first year that Saint Augustine College has used a computer to record and track students' marks. The software we use is a school management program written by a Cameroonian. It is interesting because it is tailor made for the Cameroonian school system, but it is also very clunky, kludge-y, and not user friendly. It is lacking a surprising number of useful features. But it works, if barely, so we use it. It sure beats entering all the marks by hand on giant spreadsheets, and calculating each student's average by hand, and writing report cards by hand. (I'm not sure if it beats a simple spreadsheet program like Excel.)

I am half-trained on the school management software, so this term it fell to me to enter most of the marks while the computer teacher, Mr. Fred, who usually enters the marks, was away preparing and administering the practical portion of the GCE Computer exam. Being where we are (i.e. Cameroon) I didn't know I was going to have this duty until I myself went up to turn in my marks on Tuesday. After I was through entering, Mr. Fred said, “OK, I need to go to town to inspect an examination site. You can stay here and enter marks, I will be back in two hours.” That was the last I saw him for several days. The data entry isn't too difficult, and I hope that other teachers will be trained to do it, to lessen the burden on any one individual. Over two days, I spent 8 or 9 hours in the staff room, entering marks. I think the computer teacher was pleased to return and find almost all of his work finished.
Teachers working fast and furious to get it done.
 The class council the next day started at “9 AM,” which really turned out to be 11. By now, we know how to deal with the boring and pointless tedium, so it was OK. Our kids at home enjoyed watching an endless stream of movies. After the class council, the report cards were taken into town to be printed, and then the principal and some others spent forever signing and stamping them. Then, in the morning the students are all packed up and the teachers put packets together with the book list for next year and a letter home and the report cards, everything is distributed, and everyone goes home.
"Please, for our report cards, sir!"
 One fun thing to note was the camaraderie and support between the students when the report cards were distributed. One of the Form I students went to primary school in the village and so came to secondary school with no English skills whatsoever. He is always near the bottom of the class, but the other students rejoiced when they saw that he had been “promoted on trial.” He didn't pass, but he didn't TOTALLY fail, so congratulations were in order.

We also took this as an opportunity to pass out holy cards and say good-bye to the students. We saw a new treat being sold that we had never seen before, something similar to peanut brittle. I asked what it was called, and there was some “who's on first” humor as the vendor told me the name: it is not sweet. I know it's not sweet, but what is the name? It is not sweet. Oh, the name of the treat is, “It is not sweet.” Yes.

In fact, it is sweet. What else is sweet? Having another year under our belt.


1 comment:

  1. Congrats on being finished for the summer! I enjoy reading your posts. I really appreciated the one on evangelization and sin a bit back. So very true how quickly we forget!