ASS ESSMENT

I'm not a huge fan of assessment. The idea that you can quantify the quality of an individuals work scares me. Turning a subjective opinion on a body of work into an accurate, numerical value seems like an impossible task. The criteria is (to an extent) abstract. Being judged on something you can't see or point to or completely understand is concerning, because there's no way of really knowing if you've achieved whatever it is that you set out to do.

My assessment at the end of last year was particularly scary. The process could be likened to blindly flinging shit at a wall with the hope that at least some of it would stick. I thought there was a fair chance that I might even fail. I don't fail. It scares me. I'm not sure why. I can't imagine I'd enjoy it and I don't want to try it on for size just yet.

Anyway, I didn't fail. And we all lived happily ever after.

Here's some shit that stuck.