MCT that's easy, easy
Ahh yes, the madness that is the MCT. I’ve got to blog about this experience as so many of my classmates have already done I’m assuming. First of all, for a middle school kid I think it is pretty obscene to have to take three days straight of testing in which the test last more than two hours. I think that’s stressful for a 21-year-old much less a 13-year-old. But nonetheless, I thought my students sucked it up and did the best that they good. I even had a couple kids come and thank me after the test for some of the help that I gave them. That made me feel good, but I hate to say that secretly I doubt they did very good. It’s a weird mindset to believe that all the time you put in to something led to moderate results. It’s actually frustrating, but hey I’m just a teacher. I will admit that I am a little anxious to say the least about what the final three weeks of school are going to be like. Is it going to just be a riot where kids are fighting and cussing left and right? Will they submit to my authority?…haha. I really don’t know, and I’m not a person who likes to go into something without having a good idea of what it is really going to be like.
I’ve got to blog a little bit about what it was like in the room that I was assigned after the tests were finished. Holy crap!! This is where it gets interesting and funny with a touch of frustration. Well, since I was proctoring one of the smaller classrooms we naturally finished a little faster than the majority of the other classrooms, so that leaves with an enormous amount of free time; and they can’t leave your room. Now, the kids are already tired and antsy about moving around and talking, so it was quite the challenge to try and entertain them for three hours at a time. I did think that the funniest moment by far happened the first day of testing. The teacher I was proctoring with thought that it would be a good idea to bring the kids some magazines that way once they finished the test they could have something that would occupy their thoughts. Well, the magazines that she brought were definitely for girls more than guys; so as I’m walking around, I’m seeing the three or four guys in my class having to look through Essence and Cosmopolitan. I felt like it was a sad to be a man. I longed for them to have the opportunity to enjoy a nice ESPN the magazine or Sports Illustrated covers on their desk. After all, baseball had just begun, so there is quite a bit of material to catch up on. Well, about an hour goes by and I notice one of the boys smiling very mischievously and holding up his Essence magazine to show one of his buddies across the room. What did I see you ask? A nice lingerie ad; just perfect for a 13 year old boy with raging hormones. I hate to say it though; my first reaction was to just laugh. I’m talking I couldn’t stop. Awesome. That describes that moment.
But in the end, testing sucks. We’ve got to figure out a better way to assess our kids. I’m out.
I’ve got to blog a little bit about what it was like in the room that I was assigned after the tests were finished. Holy crap!! This is where it gets interesting and funny with a touch of frustration. Well, since I was proctoring one of the smaller classrooms we naturally finished a little faster than the majority of the other classrooms, so that leaves with an enormous amount of free time; and they can’t leave your room. Now, the kids are already tired and antsy about moving around and talking, so it was quite the challenge to try and entertain them for three hours at a time. I did think that the funniest moment by far happened the first day of testing. The teacher I was proctoring with thought that it would be a good idea to bring the kids some magazines that way once they finished the test they could have something that would occupy their thoughts. Well, the magazines that she brought were definitely for girls more than guys; so as I’m walking around, I’m seeing the three or four guys in my class having to look through Essence and Cosmopolitan. I felt like it was a sad to be a man. I longed for them to have the opportunity to enjoy a nice ESPN the magazine or Sports Illustrated covers on their desk. After all, baseball had just begun, so there is quite a bit of material to catch up on. Well, about an hour goes by and I notice one of the boys smiling very mischievously and holding up his Essence magazine to show one of his buddies across the room. What did I see you ask? A nice lingerie ad; just perfect for a 13 year old boy with raging hormones. I hate to say it though; my first reaction was to just laugh. I’m talking I couldn’t stop. Awesome. That describes that moment.
But in the end, testing sucks. We’ve got to figure out a better way to assess our kids. I’m out.
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