At the beginning of the school year we receive a letter from the district office notifying us that TheKid will be taking one of the standardized tests that upcoming spring. The test is important, means money for the school, but have a great year!
In November we’ll receive another letter. This one is a bit more direct. Your student will be taking this mandatory test in less than 6 months, and she really needs to do well on it otherwise your property taxes will go through the roof due to loss of funding for failing. Do what you can to help your student pass.
In January it starts to ramp up. OMG. Three months until THE Test. Another letter sent with a breakdown of how school will run during the week of testing. Class schedules are changed, electives are going to be briefly dropped, and again the note that if the school doesn’t receive high marks taxes will increase. This one will include info on all the MCA’s TheKid has taken since elementary school, with a breakdown of where she needs improvement.
By the end of February the stress level is ridiculous. We’ve moved from letters mailed home to e-mails and phone calls reminding us parents of the importance of these tests. TheKid has had weekly auditorium meetings about how to test well, how their schedule will change for that week, what to eat/drink that week, necessity of sleep, and BTW, you MUST do well if you ever want to make something of your life/ not lose all extracurriculars/ have your parents spend all their money on higher taxes.
The week of testing comes. I have received at least one e-mail and two calls per day about the importance of TheKid passing. TheKid has had her schedule all twisted for the past two weeks to prepare for the tests. Every day for the week prior she has brought home ‘study suggestions’ - info on how to study for the test (not actually on possible info, more in the line of “If you read the question and do not immediately know the answer, guess as best you can as an incorrect guess weighs more than no answer”), how to correctly mark answers, what to eat, what to wear. Her stress level is through the roof, as (IHerO) the future of the educational system rests solely on her back to make sure the little circle is filled in completely with the school proffered #2 pencil (the school issues pencils for the tests just in case someone is a renegade and tries to use a crayon, I guess).
She knows the information, but the stress placed on her wigs her out. I try to be calm about it all, but I become very annoyed at all the VERY IMPORTANT!!11!ONE!! messages from the school and I’m sure she absorbs some of it. Some of her friends are forced to private tutoring to learn specific to the tests - and many of these kids are already IB students and should be able to pass blindfolded even if the tests are in sanskrit.
When all is said and done, it’s difficult for them to get back into the normal routine. She will have missed two to three weeks of her elective courses, and trying to remember where they left off takes a few days. That’s if the teacher is kind. Her Spanish teacher decided to have a test on the first day back. Not so much.
I get the need for standardized testing. There needs to be some baseline of “Here is what we expect a 9th grade student to know”. I have issues with it being tied to school funding. Remembering back to when I was doing practicums in college, I also can agree to some measure of teacher pay being tied to performance (not for special ed, though). However, when you have students who are mainstreamed by force of parents and do nothing but disrupt, when you have students who couldn’t give a rats’ ass about the Crimean War but would rather text about gawd only knows, and when you have a school district that threatens more than celebrates, it’s a wonder why people want to teach.