Final Exams are Making Me Bitter.
On one hand the principal rallies the teachers during weekly meetings to encourage kids to go to the after school tutoring program so they can increase their chance of scoring higher, offering gift certificates and prizes for students who attend, and on the other hand the principal could be overheard in a public part of the school (i.e. not in the privacy of her office) in the following casual conversation
Student: “Can I get a $5 McDonalds gift certificate if I pass the regents?”
Principal: “Of course! If you pass the regents I’ll give you a $25 gift card.”
Principal: “It’s not like he’s going to pass anyway, it’s the regents.”
Principal: “Ten minutes in and he’ll be done.”
In other news, I proctored my first test alone today. It was a regents where you have to get the kids to put the test booklet back in the envelope and cover it with the big rectangle sticker. You know, where the test preparer counts everything eight times and threatens your unborn children if you lose anything, or don’t put the test booklet numbers in the window.
It was great fun! Except because it was such a big deal everyone and their mother was calling me, or banging on my door, or needing something from me. Why does that always seem to happen?