Although the idea of proctoring for the ISAT test today is looming in my head . . . UGH!
I just can’t . . . won’t stop thinking of glorious sunny day Sunday was . . .
Ahhhh the sky a magnificent shade of blue
Nothing in the way . . . nothing stopping the rays from coming through
Rooftops covered with ice and snow
Beginning to melt . . . . ever so slow
Tracks in the snow made by animals small and big
Are replaced with a blade of grass . . . a green little sprig
Nothing in the way . . . nothing stopping the rays from coming through
Rooftops covered with ice and snow
Beginning to melt . . . . ever so slow
Tracks in the snow made by animals small and big
Are replaced with a blade of grass . . . a green little sprig
So as I walk and watch the students taking the test
I know all I can expect is that they do their best
But tucked in my head I'll go back to yesterday
And let the frustration of the test give way
you and i had identical sundays--- and i loved how you put this in a poem form. hope they do well. ISATs are terrible but soon they will be over!
ReplyDeleteMay the kids do better than the adults in the stress department! :) Here's to a few smiles and giggles today (but not during the testing sessions)!
ReplyDeleteI love how you write in poetry form. Think good thoughts and of relaxing times to push the stress away. Encourage and smile. You, the other teachers and the kids will survive this round of testing.
ReplyDeleteThe best thing about testing days - once they are done, they are done! You had something lovely to think about, though!
ReplyDeleteAh, a little sunshine is the perfect medicine! Shine on!
ReplyDeleteI will have to remember your poem today when we are administering the ACT and other test for 7-11th graders!
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