Thursday, January 19, 2023

Number 2 Pencils

Sharpen those Number 2 pencils, folks. I am about to tell you about one of the best deals in town.

Tomorrow, Paul takes his third AP (Advanced Placement) test. He took two last week. When she was in high school, Holly took (and passed) five AP tests. 

Sharpened pencils, indeed. Or just sharp ones.

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Cutting to the chase: One Passed AP Exam = 3 Hours of College credit. I told you the other day about how Holly earned her undergraduate degree in three years. The AP exams were a key element of that strategy. Before she ever walked onto a college campus (as an undergraduate student, that is), she had nearly a year’s worth of college credits in her hip pocket. 

Why WOULDN’T you want to do that?

The other half of the equation is that you also got high school credit from taking the course that led to that exam. In case you aren’t familiar with the system, here’s how it works.

Let’s say your high schooler signs up for AP English 11. (For purposes of this story, we’ll call them “Little Jimmy” or “Little Janie” …as I named the fictious students back in my baseball coaching - or commissioner - days). They take that course as they would take any 11th grade English course.

Since it is AP English, it is taught at a higher level than your basic course. The teachers push the students and, usually, since the stronger students are taking the AP course, they push “Jimmy” and “Janie” as well. Better classmates. Strong teachers. Advanced course. It’s all a winner.

Then, after they complete the course (or near the end of it, any way), they sit for the Advanced Placement test. While they were getting the high school credit in the class, they were also prepping for this exam, which provides the college credit (as long as you make a certain baseline score).

Anyway, I’m a big fan.

So, do well, Paul. Break a leg, even. Sharpen those pencils in the morning and put them to good use!

JG

Originally posted 5/15/2013

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