I’m sitting here, waiting to start our last test–social science. Since I have the juniors, they will be taking the U.S. History test. It’s a very short test, only 90 minutes, but they have given us 3 hours. I cannot explain.
Two of the boys picked up breakfasts. The school feeds the kids each testing morning. The breakfasts are packaged and packaged again. So much waste. Each box contains an apple, that most of the kids refuse to eat and throw away. One morning the boxes had muffins, yesterday was peanut butter bars, and today the muffins have returned. I think they got smart and sliced the apples. Kids will eat apple slices but not a whole apple.
I wait an extra half hour so all the students have arrived before I hand out the testing material. It’s such a short test and we have so much time to take it. The kids get very antsy at the end of the long morning, being cooped up in one room, and I can’t blame them. I want to go outside, too. I think all of this testing is cruel and unusual punishment for all of us.
I am testing juniors and they will finish today, but the sophomores have one more science test to take tomorrow. I cannot tell you why they add on an additional science exam, but we will still have a crazy schedule tomorrow to accommodate that test. My seniors have planned a brunch for the long time period, and when I told this class of those plans, they wanted to do likewise. However, I am not their teacher and they are unsure Mr. V would let them. I told them to get it planned, with a signup sheet, and show him this afternoon that they have it all planned and ready to go. One of the more outspoken boys said, “yeah, put up or shut up.”