Here is a slice of testing mania. Picture if you will an overstuffed, overly warm second grade room where a number of teachers are passing out the first in a series of test booklets to overstressed and over wiggly kids.
I approach one desk where a little girl in pony tails and pink ribbons stares at me and then raises her hand. I do not know any of these children. We have all been thrown together in a cauldron of heat and data gathering. ‘What do you need?’ I ask rather impatiently. It’s hot. I’m generally irritated and I’m grasping more number 2 pencils than anyone has the right to expect me to hold.
She looks at me and asks, ‘Why are you so beautiful?’ Before I can respond, her twin sitting directly behind her chimes in immediately. ‘Why are you so flawless?’ I roll my eyes. It’s no sale…they still have to take the test. I was not born yesterday…
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