I don’t miss finals

My daughter started high school this year, and she had her first series of finals this month. It took me back to high school and college and reminded me how much I don’t miss final exams. Oh, I was always good at them. But looking back, they were (and are) a pretty lousy way of measuring mastery of a subject. I aced finals in classes where I’d now struggle to remember any of the material. It was a great day in grad school where I reached the point where I’d never have to take another final again.