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Sad state of education with kids and parents gaming the exam scoring AI for perfect grades. If the system is so lazy and dumb this is only expected. Just like the resume scanners weeding out the best people out of the candidate pool, such a system will ensure kids who care about learning fare the worst and those who put their efforts into scamming will be well rewarded. It is exactly as the author says:

It seems that one useful outcome of the pandemic, if we're looking for some kind of silver lining, is that it has put on full display just how inept we are as a nation in so many ways. Federal responses, personal behavior, our medical system, and our financial system are all basically getting failing grades at every turn.

I wonder if after all the fun and games are over, schools will get sued for being negligent in their teaching. Clearly they should have done better than have an AI grade exams and have no proper way to check if kids were attending class or not. My friend T is battling with her teen everyday as he comes up with more and more creative ways to be lazy as school is now fully online. He has a programmed chat-bots, browser extensions and more to be his digital presence in class while he sits around doing nothing remotely useful. T is at her wits end with her son but this is new territory for all parents and no one is quite the fountain of wisdom on how to corral kids in such unprecedented times where adults in charge are failing them in spectacular ways. 

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