If there is anything worse for a teacher than spending the day watching students test, I don’t know what it is.
Well, that is not exactly true. There are plenty of worse teacher issues, but watching testers is pretty painful.
The state of Texas calls what we do active monitoring. This means we perch, roam, glance, repeat. But not too long. Not too much.
I compare the four hours (maximum now, blessedly) in that room to solitary confinement.
I’ll be glad for Thursday when things get back to normal, or our closest version of it.
For now, Starbucks will have to save tomorrow. And when that last tester raises his hand, I’ll breathe a sigh of freedom. Get those tests out of the room ASAP. Get back to poetry.
A Child’s Garden of Verse awaits.