Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers. Head over there for information and links to more Slicing! It’s also April… So poetry it is!
I'm angry. So I’m choosing rhyme and a little bit of meter to tell you about some of the testing today, dear reader. I’m angry. So, I need to write and hope that somebody is starting a fight. . . That people will stand up for what is right. I’m angry. So, I don’t quite trust myself to write something real, but not mean before I head to bed tonight. I’m angry. This testing day wasn’t so hard for me It was not overly stressful I handled it fine My students didn’t cry Nobody had a fit They sat where I told them to sit Kids sucked on mints behind privacy screens and the testing cop wasn’t too mean. He pointed to a hood on someone’s head and handed me a piece of paper. Nothing was said. We had it easy in my room. Maybe because most of the kids I proctor had breakfast and lunch and will have supper. Most are white and middle class. Most of them read pretty well, pretty fast. I taught them to breathe whenever they felt stress. I told them they are worth so much more than this test. I assured them that whatever happened our school wouldn’t close down that I’d still be around that they would be fine even if they messed up a few times. I decided some things while everything was silent while I walked and I walked (and I walked) the aisles of this new classroom climate I decided you should opt your kids out. I decided it’s something we all need to shout. I decided I’m angry at all the rules and all this wasted time in our schools. I decided It’s about civil rights and so much more. It’s about standing up for others -- even if your own kids are fine not stressed have a high score. It’s about taking back assessment so that it can mean something real. It’s about caring more about how the actual children feel.