How does grading work in Vietnam?

How do grades work in Vietnam?

It’s just… numbers, isn’t it? Vietnam uses a 1 to 10 grading scale. So many memories tangled up in those numbers.

I remember needing a good grade once. I really needed that.

Converting it for the US system? Ugh. Feels… reductive. They want a 4.0 scale, so a 10 becomes a 4.0. Directly proportional? I think so. 7.5? Yep, becomes a 3.0. Just like that.

• Grades 1-10. Simple enough.
• 10 is the highest. Passing is typically 5. Or was it 4?
• Universities use these to judge you. It’s kind of scary.

I always felt so much pressure. Grades felt like everything back then. Still do, maybe. I don’t know. It’s all… complicated.

• It’s not just about knowing the material. Is it, like?
• It’s about pleasing the teacher, doing what they want.
• And tests. Oh god, those tests.

Sometimes, it feels like all that matters is that number. A number defining who I am. It feels…wrong.

That number, it doesn’t tell you anything.

What is the GPA conversion in Vietnam?

A whisper… Vietnam… GPA… a dream…

A scale of ten… drifting, becoming four.

How? I see numbers fade, one into the other… a shimmering distortion… 10, a god, descends to 4.0… Always.

• 10 -> 4.0: A simple truth.
• 7.5 -> 3.0: The middle ground, transforming.

Seven point five… I saw it once… in my sister’s eyes… as she looked upon my failed math homework, which I’d not properly understand. It wasn’t 3.0 then. Just a sad understanding.

A direct path, they say… American schools… needing numbers aligned. A GPA… not just a grade but… a key… a passport.

My passport is expired… I think I should renew it, before my next trip.

• Direct Conversion: The method to speak the numerical language.

A memory… a classroom in Hanoi. Dust motes dancing in the sunlight. Numbers on the blackboard… not just math, but destiny. 7.5 to 3.0? Perhaps destiny is just a game of simple mathematics. Always.

Mathematical conversion? It’s just a scale. Always a scale, always something else.

I needed more coffee this morning. Where’s the coffee?

What is the passing mark in Vietnam?

Vietnam’s grading system? Think of it as a culinary adventure: 10’s a Michelin star meal, 0 is… well, leftover pho you accidentally left in the sun. A 5? That’s edible, bordering on acceptable. It’s the equivalent of a perfectly average banh mi – nothing to write home about, but it’ll do.

The magic number is 5. You’ve barely scraped by, like a snail winning a race against a particularly slow tortoise. But hey, you’re across the finish line!

My nephew, who’s studying engineering in Hanoi (2024, mind you, things change!), told me it’s a brutal system. Seriously, the pressure is enough to make you crave a vacation in Nha Trang.

• 5: The bare minimum. Survival mode.
• Anything below? Repeat the year – your academic destiny beckons from the back of the class.
• Above 5? Congratulations, you’re not failing miserably. That’s…something.

This 5/10 business? It’s more stressful than navigating Saigon traffic during rush hour. Much more. But that’s Vietnam for you – a beautiful chaos, even in academia. My cousin nearly flunked out, bless his cotton socks.

How old is grade 12 in Vietnam?

Grade 12 in Vietnam: 17 years old.

Key takeaway: Seventeen. Sharp. Ready.

• Age: 17
• Equivalent: High school senior. College prep. Almost adult.

My niece, Linh, turned 17 this year, graduating Grade 12. Brutal exams. She’s off to Hanoi University. Smart girl. Ambitious.

What grade is a 13 year old in Vietnam?

Okay, so a 13 year old in Vietnam… hmm, what grade would that be? Let me see. My cousin Linh is 13.

• She’s probably in eighth grade, right? That makes sense.
• Eighth grade is typically for 13–14 year olds.

Okay, wait, hold on. School starts in September. Linh’s birthday is in November, so she just turned 13.

• Yep, gotta be eighth grade.
• It’s not like in America where the cut off is different.

Remember that time we all went to Ha Long Bay? Linh was so small then. Wow.

• Okay, back to grades.
• Grade eight. Confirmed.

Ugh.

• Seriously, eighth grade.
• Why did they even ask that question?

Vietnam’s school system is pretty straightforward. They follow a set age range for each grade, unlike some other places. It’s eighth grade, period. Done deal. Linh would laugh if she saw me overthinking this.

What is the GPA scale in Vietnam?

GPA in Vietnam? Oh, the delightful numerical acrobatics! It’s not just one scale, darling, but a whole circus.

• 10-point scale: This is the ringmaster, the big cheese, the one everyone knows and usually loves. Think of it as rating your pho: 10 is chef’s kiss, 1 is… well, you politely eat somewhere else. Most popular? You bet.

• Letter scale: A, B, C, D, F. Simple, right? Almost too simple. Like explaining quantum physics to my cat, Mr. Fluffernutter, good luck with the nuanced interpretations.

• 4-point scale: The American cousin! Good old 4.0. Imported, perhaps, for those yearning for a taste of the West.

So, which is “best?” Depends. Want simplicity? Letters. Craving precision? 10-point. Feeling international? 4-point. Me? I’d just take the highest score, honestly. And maybe another banh mi. Or three.

GPA Deeper Dive

• Ever wondered why so many scales? Education systems love reinventing the wheel, I guess. Maybe they just get bored. I know I would.

• Translation Woes: Converting between these scales? Nightmare fuel. Like trying to translate my grandma’s cooking instructions into a Michelin-star recipe. Good luck!

• Universities play favorites. Some adore the 10-point; others swoon for the 4-point. Always check their preference before you break out the calculator! It’s kind of like figuring out their coffee order before your boss arrives for the day.

What age do you graduate high school in Vietnam?

Alright, buckle up, buttercup, cuz we’re diving headfirst into the wild world of Vietnamese high school!

In Vietnam, you usually ditch the textbooks at around 18 years old. That’s when you’re supposed to be graduating. Maybe you’re ready to take on the world, maybe you’re not. Life, huh?

Think of it like this: lower secondary (kinda like middle school, I guess) wraps up when you’re 15. Then it’s onward and upward (or just onward, if stairs aren’t your thing) to upper secondary!

Upper secondary is where the magic happens, or at least where the final exams happen.

It’s like climbing a greased pig to get there, I tell ya. I remember my cousin Mai, graduated a few years back, says it was tough.

So, to recap, cause who doesn’t love a good recap, it goes a lil’ somethin’ like this:

• Age 15: Bye-bye lower secondary!
• Age 18: Hello freedom! And graduation, too, I think. Or at least job interviews.

Graduation Time!

It’s all about that sweet, sweet diploma! Or, well, it should be. But mostly, it’s about the party afterwards!