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No, I think #2 on your list leads to elitism, because the kids who self-select into the class without or in contradiction of teacher rec usually do so not because of ability, but because their parents can’t stand the idea of their kid not being in the honors class. If we just went by class grades, test scores, homework completion, etc., objective criteria only, then ANY kid who was qualified to get in would be in. If your kid did A’s in the regular math class, maybe he could transfer in later.
I’ve also seen a phenomenon where a kid who can do the advanced work won’t self-select in, for the opposite reasons-- their peer group doesn’t support an interest in academics, they have no self-confidence, etc. That’s why it’s better if they are automatically recommended. Then they at least know that the teacher thinks they can do it.
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The only problem I could forsee with that is that it often hinges on a teacher’s subjective judgement, not just on quantitative criteria like grades. At the end of the eighth grade, they sent forms around with all the students to get a teacher’s recommendation for which classes they should take. My earth science teacher was one of my favorites, and I was one of the best students in the class. There were a couple of times when I had scored the highest grade in the class on a test. My science project ended up placing in the city-wide fair.
But I had one fault: I was socially immature. When it came to breaking up into partners for lab, I sucked. I never had a partner because no one asked me, and I was too shy and weird to ask if I could work with them. So I would do labs by myself, or I would hover from group to group. My teacher was tolerant of this particular quirk, but when it was her turn to fill out the form, she recommended me for me to take physical science in the 9th grade, rather than the more advanced biology. Neither she or I (or my parents) knew the horribleness that was known as high school physical science. Neither of us knew that it would essentially be a remedial class, and that all the other kids at my academic level would be placed in biology. While my twin was dissecting frogs and learning about the TCA cycle, I was learning from the gym teacher how oranges represent the four states of matter (What? You’ve never heard of orange gas? What’s wrong with you?). There were no labs or fun group activities. I was a “nerd” in a class full of slackers and delinquents. I would irritate the teacher because I was always asking him questions he couldn’t answer. By the time my parents realized what was up, it was too late to get me transferred. Science quickly ceased being my favorite subject.
Fast foward a few years later, and I would show them all by getting a Ph.D in biology. So I guess it didn’t kill me, but it did take some wind out of my sails. (I ended up having to “catch up” during my senior year by taking two science classes instead of one).
A standardized test could have been used in lieu of that single recommendation, but there wasn’t one available.
It’s actually amazing that I still managed to enjoy school. I think it’s because a lot of the crap I experienced wasn’t fully realized until way after I had graduated.