Coulé: Statistiques

Much more French in life these days. Thinking about what Trudeau was getting at, in terms of the unique advantage of Canada being realized if there were to be a mix of both Official Languages, coast to coast. Back in the days when focus was bilingual and bicultural. At least, that’s what he seemed to be getting at.

Before handing back exams, would tell this true story to students, to emphasize no instructor thrill in low grades; just ask me, been there. Instructeur pas ravi, en remettant des notes bas. Then wrote down the story and provided link to students, prior to or concurrently with handing back exams. Translated version becomes particular message at particular time. Done quickly; suggested corrections welcomed. Suggestions des corrections sont bienvenues. Original piece follows the translated.

J’ai complété mon Maitrise en Gestion en 1981 à l’École de Gestion Rotman (comme elle n’est pas connue, à l’époque). J’ai écrit l’examen mi-semestre en Statistiques, et restait avec inquiétude. Je n’ai pas compris la plupart des questions de l’examen, et a trouvé des grandes difficultés en répondant.

Avant de remettre les examens en Statistiques de mi-semestre, le professeur a indiqué un rang des notes: 95, jusqu’a environ 14. C’était nécessaire d’obtenir un note de 70 pour cent, afin de réussir l’examen. Tous les étudiants se demandaient qui était l’étudiant pitoyable, avec un note de 14 pour cent. Nous étions en train de découvrir l’identité, bientôt.

Le professeur a remis l’examens, en ordre numérique inverse—le plus haut, jusqu’au plus bas. Je me demandais quand j’aurais obtenu mon examen. J’étais en train du recevoir, bientôt

Le professeur avait seulement un examen à la main. J’étais le seul étudiant sans examen remis. Le professeur jetait l’examen vers moi. L’examen arrivait jau pupitre, et j’ai tressauté. Échec du cancer. Le PLUS BAS des BAS, bien connu au publique. Pas d’opportunité de tromper: “Oui, j’avais des problèmes avec l’examen, mais je reste avec empathie envers l’individu, encore inconnu, qui a recu une note de 14 pour cent.” À la pause, les autres étudiant(e) pourraient identifier facilement le PLUS BAS: “Comment était-il admis aux études supérieures?”

J’assistait au reste du cours, stupéfait. Quand je suis venu chez moi, j’ai blâmé mon amie (sens le plus logique et bien compris) Une amie qui devenait mon ancienne épouse. (« Tu n’as pas changé! ») Aucune surprise.

Ma thèse du doctorat, complétée en 1993 à l’École des Études Commerciales Schulich (comme elle n’est pas connue, à l’époque) était des études de cas. Aucune surprise.

Mes étudiant(e)s ne reçoivent jamais les examens en ordre numérique inverse. Aucune surprise.

Statistical Failure
Posted on November 13, 2010
by brucelarochelle

I completed my M.B.A. in 1981 at the Rotman School of Management (as it then was not known). During the course of my studies, I wrote a statistics mid-term and ended up getting quite concerned about it. I couldn’t understand many of the questions, let alone provide answers.

Prior to handing the mid-term exams back, the professor indicated a range of marks from, say, 95 to around 14, where the M.B.A. pass was 70. We all wondered who that poor soul could be with a mark of 14. We were soon to find out.

The professor handed the exams back in reverse numerical order, as soon became evident. I wondered when I would receive mine. I was soon to find out.

The professor had one exam left in his hand. I was the only student to not yet receive a paper. He let the paper fly through the air to my desk. As it landed, I jerked back. The cancer of failure. The public predicament of being The LOWest of THE LOW, with no way to fake it –“Yes I did poorly, but I certainly feel for that unknown person with the 14”. At the class break, people literally pointed in the hallway–“How did HE get in here?”

I stayed for the balance of the class, in a state of shock. When I got home, I did the most logical and understanding thing–blame my then girlfriend for my failure. She later became my ex-wife (“You haven’t changed!”). No surprises there.

My doctoral dissertation, completed in 1993 at the Schulich School of Business (as it then was not known), involved case studies. No surprises there.

My students never receive their exams in reverse numerical order. No surprises there.

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About brucelarochelle

Practising Lawyer and Part-Time University Instructor (Accounting, Commercial Law, Organizational Behaviour); Part-Time Federal Tribunal Member. Non-practising Chartered Professional Accountant (Chartered Accountant and Certified Management Accountant).
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