Broken Chalkboards

(Why chalkboards and not the current, quintessential whiteboard? I’m not sure; I think it has something to do with this odd love affair with nostalgia. )

Our schools are broken.

Even if you see the gleaming white city upon a hill, backed by wonderful and miraculous test scores and graduation rates, you still have to admit.

Our schools are broken.

And I don’t mean just a small crack in the soft exterior, or a clean break through a noncritical component. I mean a real mess of mistakes, spiderwebbing throughout the very foundation of education as we know today.

There are so many things wrong with our school that I’m not sure where to start, but in all hopes of full disclosure, I’ll try to just “start from the beginning, and keep going until [I] reach the end.”

Divided into parts because it became too long to handle. Hopefully I’ll have all of these thoughts onto paper before I die on May 1st.

Part 1: Tests.

Part 2: Rant.

Part 3: What Next?

Part 4: Teaching

Part 5: Score Shaming

Part 6: Get Smart

Part 7: Gift. Ed.

Standardized Tests

{Part 1 of a series on Broken Chalkboards}

The school system of test taking is messed up.

Now I’m not saying that just because I have 6 AP’s breathing down my neck. I mean that in the sense that our very belief in education, based on the merit of standardized tests, is becoming more and more flawed, if not outright delusional.

State standard tests, such as the Washington WASL/EOC or whatever odd name they are giving it now, or even the TCAPs, the CATs, or even the Regents, are all flawed. (full list here) there have been so much raw corruption in the making of these tests, not to mention the other poor strategies about the administration of the tests.

And you know about the tests original goals, to get students at a level of proficiency? Well, that isn’t happening much any more.

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Beautiful Weekend

I actually have had an oddly invigorating weekend! Might as well summarize the high points of it. I’ve heard that there has been studies where people who wrote the ten best moments of their past day tended to have a more positive outlook of their lives for weeks afterwards.
Might as well give it a shot!

Saturday morning’s breakfast might have been one of the most delicious meals I’ve ever had, as it was breaking the 30 hours of fasting I’ve done previously. It really is true that you don’t know how much you miss something until it has been taken away from you. Or intentionally deprived from yourself in the name of a good cause.

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Facebook Hiatus

I suppose that I will be dropping off the FACE of the BOOK soon.

Ahahahahaha. I like puns way too much probably not extremely healthy, but meh.

More of an explanation: the last time I tried this, I suppose I had other motives throughout mid-winter break, but reflecting on he experience, it really was pretty great. To have a week without a constant distraction tends to be pretty good for your creativity, or maybe just your general mindset.

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Gatsby

In the style of Fitzgerald, as requested by me ever-wonderful English teacher. Bleh

Instead of taking the direct route back to her home we went long down the scenic driveway and under the starlight skies. With the soft babble of conversation A____ was pointing out the constellations or the shadow of the Milky Way, noticing the grounds, the wild-grown lay of the land with its sweet honeysuckle overflowing with sugar and the pale cool sensation of the morning dew. It was strange to stand in such a forgotten place and hear no sound of cars rushing from point A to point B, and see not the sodium lights brandishing their harsh yellow glow.

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