I’m going to brag a little bit here. I was a good student. I mean, really good. In high school I was that annoying kid who blew the curve and cried over a B+ on my report card. I was valedictorian of my high school class, and later I graduated college summa cum laude with a 3.92 GPA. And I will always be proud of those accomplishments.
But I’m about to say something that might get me in trouble with some teachers or parents. I just ask that you hear me out and read all the way to the end of the post. Because I have a point. I really do. And I think it’s a good one. So here goes…
You know what life has taught me?
No one cares about my grades. Seriously. Now that I’m no longer a student, those letters and numbers on my transcripts mean very little. With the exception of landing my first teaching job – where I had no prior experience to draw from – people don’t care about my grades now that I’m a professional adult. When I go into job interviews, they don’t ask me about my GPA. They ask me about my skills and abilities. What will I be able to do for them? What I will I provide? What need will I fill? Will I be a good teacher and a good match for their school environment? Because in the end, that’s what matters – they care about what I can do. Continue reading