That word brings back memories of sharpened pencils, sterile board rooms, maroon swivel chairs, and getting a question wrong on the homophone "meat/meet." Today I got to proctor an ITBS test.
Highlights:
Directing the kids to get up and stretch between tests. I was showing them the old school calesthenics, (you know, crossing an arm over your chest, windmills, arm circles, that stuff). Naw, that was kids' stuff. Instead, these fourth graders started breakdancing, and they were pretty impressive. I was tempted to get out of teacher mode and have them teach me how to do it. Ah, but I had to improve their minds before I improved my breakdancing skills. :)
Getting to recess and finding out that in another teacher's class, an ITBS tester had thrown up ALL OVER the test booklet, answer sheet, and table. I guess a few drops landed on another student's stuff.
During recess, finding out that one kid had thrown up in three different places on the playground.
Discovering from the custodian that he had cleaned up eight vomit incidents by 1:30.
Either the ITBS is as anxiety-producing as the ACT, or the flu's going around. At this point, I don't know which one I want it to be. :)
EEWW. My two worst public school memories - testing and kids throwing up. Actually, the testing wasn't that bad, but I can remember pretty much every vomit incident in twelve years. I think I am scarred for life.
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