Students and teachers go through the same drill
It’s standardized test time in schools throughout the nation
Kids report to their classroom, and teachers report to their duty station
At stake for the students is their high school diploma
Whether for the rest of their lives they will be able to afford steak or bologna
Social studies, science, English and math
The skills they will need to follow a good career path.
If they fail, they are doomed to take the test all over again.
And again, and again, and again, ad nauseum.
“No Child Left Behind” is the mandated law
That says that not just the few kids that can pass it should pass it, but even the ones who can’t pass it at all.
At stake for the teachers is to escape public outcry
For they must get all to pass, even those kids who don’t even try.
It’s harder and harder for teachers to be so patient and kind
Since this law was enacted, “No Child Left Behind.”
So they pull out their hair in preparing all their pupils
And are tempted to resort to methods going against their professional scruples.
Practice test after practice test is given, blitzing just before the big day
In hopes that all students will make it and get their diploma in May.
‘cause they know if they don’t , there’ll be more pressure next year
When the students from last year are again, this year, still here.
‘cause there’s only one thing worse than the annual testing . . .
And that’s teaching the skills, year after year, after year, to the same group of students
(which is downright detesting).
2 comments:
Not to gloat but I have given my last TAKS __________ (you fill in the blank)! If I can remember next April I will certainly think of you drill, kill, review and blitz until you can stand no more.
bob s
From the same man heard singing in the halls after turning in his testing materials for the last time to the Twisted Sister tune of "We're not gonna take it" . . .
"I'm not gonna give this, No, I ain't gonna give this. I ain't gonna give this anymore!! Ha Ha"
Ah, yes bob s, we'll miss your singing . . . ."I like it here, I like it here, I found myself a home . . . "
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