Nobody Cares About My Grades

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