**Note: the scoring in my class is additive. You earn points all semester for various assignments, various points for various types of assignments. There are 1250 points total.
THE Princess. "Amelia," the missive read, "I am expecting to earn an A in the hamster fur weaving class to which I have lent my royal presence. You are to send me an accounting of the royal progress at once."
Not being one to tick off the royalty, the dutiful Dr. Amelia dutifully copied the royal grades from the gradebook onto a piece of paper for THE Princess. These were the same royal grades that had been returned with the royal work all semester.
In the middle of the class, the tiny nose twitched. The hand went up. "Amelia," THE Princess began, apropos of nothing, "You must explain to me the royal grades at once."
Amelia began "Dear THE Princess," in fairness to the ladies and gentlemen of the court, "I beseech you to wait until the period of instruction has ended to hear my defense." The tiny nose sniffed. "Very well, but there SHALL be an accounting. For it is a sorry professor indeed who cannot explain her own grades."
Amelia, the untenured, continued the class. At the end, THE Princess approached. "You see, Amelia," she said, "I have calculated on the TI calculator, NO LESS THAN 2 TIMES, the percentage score for each assignment. And except for the trifles worth 200 points and 170 points on which I made the grade that is D, which, for all good rational persons is C+, I have made no less than 90 percent. And yet, unless I achieve more than 97 percent on the final, I will not get the A that I both expect and deserve. You will explain yourself."
Dr. Amelia, she of valiant heart and non-existent tenure, tried, in vain, to explain the intricacies of the weighted average. "NO!" exclaimed the princess. "I have CALCULATED it. And lo, I am extremely competent in maths. And two trifles should not mean that I need such an outrageous achievement in order for you to give me the A that I both expect and deserve. You are unfair. And all in the land shall know of your duplicity and guile."
Dr. Amelia, knowing the side on which her bread is buttered, meekly offered to take THE Princess's calculations so as to better explain her duplicity and guile in writing.
Moral: Sometimes, these conversations are hopeless. And Dr. Amelia is looking into a career in dental hygiene, which would surely pay better.