Eighth-Grade Dance 2024
Spring Concert
Letters
At the start of the year, I have my English I students write 500-word letters of introductions to me. I want to know what makes them tick, and I want to know what concerns they have about English — their strengths, their weaknesses, their goals.
“Five hundred words!?” They are incredulous. “And it’s due tomorrow.”
I read the letters then make notes from them that I share with the other teachers on our team so we can all get to know the kids quickly at the beginning of the year.
At the end of the year, I give them back. Their reactions are always the same. Most of them have forgotten all about the letters; all of them have forgotten what they wrote about. They read their letters, laugh at what they wrote about, laugh at how they wrote, and they read each others’ letters, and the laughter just swells.
“Mr. Scott, we’ve changed so much!” becomes the common refrain.
Tomorrow, this year’s students write their letters to next year’s students — a major grade and an overwhelming assignment when I tell them about it at the beginning of the year. Now, after a year of me hounding them, none of them are terribly worried about the assignment.
But just to give them perspective, just in case they were still casting about for ideas about what they’ll write tomorrow, I gave them their letters back today.
Instructions
We’re done testing for the year, at least eighth-grade teachers and students are finished with the unmitigated hell that is state testing.
Perhaps what is most annoying to me is how we treat these kids, who have been taking these tests three or four times a year for the last several years, like they’ve never had a test like this in their life. The Test Administrator Manual (TAM — that damn TAM) includes what we’re to say, with the explicit instructions to say things. Rather SAY things:
Every single test, we say the same things. We start with that quote above and then state the most obvious lie:
It is important that you do your best in answering the test questions.
TAM
It is, in point of fact, completely irrelevant whether students do their best or not. It might affect their placement, but by this point in their schooling, they’re in the track they’re in: moving from on-level to honors happens rarely at this stage of the game.
SAY: This is a secure test. During this test, you may not have any electronic or other device with you that can be used for communication, timing, imaging, or accessing the Internet. These devices include, but are not limited to, tablets not approved for this test, smart phones, cell phones, mp-3 players, e-readers, smart watches, or any other electronic imaging or photographic devices.
You may not use any device, including the device you are using for testing, to copy, save, send electronically, or post to the Internet, any test content.
TAM
I read these instructions as fast as I can because everyone’s heard them. Multiple times. I can rattle off “smart phones, cell phones, mp-3 players, e-readers, smart watches, or any other electronic imaging or photographic devices” as fast as I can say anything. It even has a certain rhythm to it.
This is a secure test, we tell them, and we pass out test tickets that allow them to log on. And as if to show how completely irrelevant these tests are (Can any of the people who create the tests remember their scores? I doubt it.), they have this lovely jumbled juxtaposition in the instructions:
So an outline of the test instructions would be this:
- Do your best on the test.
- This is a secure test.
- Click on the link to log in.
- Do your best on the test.
- Here’s the ticket for your test.
It’s ridiculously badly written.
From there, we read directions aloud, even telling them when to click “Next.”
It’s difficult to restrain the urge to include snarky comments while reading the instructions, but that would be a testing violation, I’m sure, and there’s no need to risk that for a few giggles from students.
What’s the point of all this for students? There is none.
What’s the point of all this for teachers? There is none.
It’s all about the politicians.
Spring Showers
We’re entering the phase of afternoon thunderstorms, when the day can turn to near-night almost instantly and a deluge appears seemingly out of nowhere. (You know the saying about spring showers: April showers bring May flowers, and Mayflowers bring smallpox.) I get a little nervous this time of year: our basement likes to flood, and while it’s never happened while we’ve been gone, I know it most likely will at some point.
Today, though, all we had to worry about was K getting in the house semi-dry.
Spring 2024 Tournament Day 2
Today was the final day of our short spring tournament. They boys played their hearts out, and they had a good time — the results (0-1-2) weren’t as important.
It was a bittersweet afternoon, though: it will be the last season this team is together. There are always some new members each season, but this team has had a little core for the last three seasons, and now it’s all over. Several of the boys (E included) will be too old to play on the fall team, and the coach won’t be working with U12s anymore: he’s moving up to the 18s travel team.
Coach M was a great coach, the only coach the Boy really wanted to play for, and we’re going to miss him.
In the evening, we went on our first ride of the season.
Except for L: she doesn’t like cycling, which is a shame.
Tournament 2024 Day 1
Last Practice Walk
Yesterday was E’s final practice of the season before this weekend’s tournament, so I went for my customary walk. When E started playing at this complex, the vew below was impossible: it was nothing but forest. For a year or more, the grading was done, and it sat empty. Now they’re finally building homes here.
I wonder how much development will take place over the summer. We’ll find out when fall soccer begins, but at the rate they’re going, I’ll bet it will be done.
More evidence that our area is growing too fast: they keep adding dwellings (primarily apartments) without upgrading the infrastructure.
In a few years, traffic will be an utter nightmare…
Thursday
Today is Thursday. Papa’s birthday the year of this picture (what was it? 2010? 2011?) was on a Thursday as well, I believe. Now only L remains.