I am really struggling to find some grace for myself this
week. I hurt my back lifting sandbells
incorrectly last week and haven’t worked out, not even yoga, this
week. I write this while drinking my
second beer and eating Swedish fish I discovered in a drawer. Today, with no tweezer anywhere nearby, I noticed a wild,
pure white hair growing out of my temple like a deranged horned owl. Not the
top of my head or even in the little hairs that grow across my forehead;
straight from the side of my temple. I am
not sure if it compliments or detracts from the whisker on my lip which is so
thick and prickly it would best befit a pirate.
This is not a glamorous time in my life, folks.
However, I think what really has me just stretched thin and taut and
fragile though is state-mandated testing. I am tired of being flexible and in
good humor and conciliatory to the chaos around me. My room is a testing room so I am kicked out
for most of the day. My first class of
the day met me at the room where we were supposed to have class. This turned out to be a piano room. With
pianos. Oh, and the entire piano
class. But not to worry, we are
flexible. We left a note on the door and
made our way to the choir room where there were risers, no desks and not enough
outlets for computers. I went on to proctor
the next period and that room was cramped with exhausted children bubbling in
bubbles. By this time they had been at
it for 2 hours and had 3 to go. Some
kids were already done and they had the choice of staring, reading a book, or
sleeping. Most chose to stare. No talking, no doodling, no joy. Not even when they get 20 minutes to eat
their lunch. Silence. My proctoring period bled into lunch and if
my sweet co-worker didn’t come to relieve me, I would have had to proctor through my
lunch. I like kids. I chose to work with kids, but there is
something so very necessary about eating food in a kid-free room for even ten
minutes when you are with children all day.
It was an exhausting, soul-sucking day.
I think it is time to really ask just who profits from this
and why this is still a thing. Teachers
don’t profit by losing their planning time, their lunches and their classrooms.
And it is definitely not profiting the students who sit in a fugue state for
five hours and whose only relief comes when they whisper for a dictionary or
the bathroom pass. It is not the
administration who organize and plan and then reorganize and put out test-related
fires all day. I just don't know why we do this and who it benefits and why it exhausts me and my people and every kid in school to a point where all we can do is eat carbs and cry a little.
Tonight, I will finish this beer and eat all of the remaining Swedish
fish. I will find one or two interactions with kids tomorrow that make my day
seem better. I will actively monitor and
walk myself in circles around that testing room. That will give me grace for all the carbs I
eat when I am sad and tense and tired. I will let my back heal and cut myself a
break and always, always, lift sandbells with my knees from now on. And I will gather some hope that with all I
have seen on social media about these state mandated tests lately than people are getting ready to stop just thinking that these tests are a waste of time and start saying it. Loudly.