Rallying all his reserves, Fannie pushed on
Every time the pen touched the paper
Doubt in her teaching competence would grow
It was always soul-crushing being an impartial arbiter
Now her hands were covered in the remains of her grading rubric
Killing her will to continue as her soul bled out on the page
Projecting out into the student filled room
Ronald felt the thrill of performing again
Oh the joys of the beginning of the semester
Fresh faces full of hope and promise
Everyone eager to feast upon very utterance
Still Ronald knew that this honeymoon would be short lived
Since he had two homework assignments to give due on day two
Ordinarily that should trouble his inner child
Reality was his inner child moved away from home a long time ago for not paying rent
Jess looked around the room. She wasn’t the only one with questioning what was going on. She had her final exam, but she wasn’t sure what she should do. The professor had joked before he stepped out, telling them to cheat, but cheat quietly.
Jess looked questioningly at Fred. He shook his head and went back to work. Jess wanted to scream. Did he mean it or not? Was this the real test? She wanted to scream!
Eventually she silently just did the exam on her own and left. They all did. No one was willing to take the chance.
We home school our kids. When people find out, they occasionally point out reasons why that’s a bad idea. They worry about our kids being properly socialized. They worry that our kids will have holes in their education. They worry that our kids are getting out of some pieces of childhood that are integral to becoming functional adults.
My kids found out the true negative to being home schooled. They are currently learning at the dining room table while their public schooled compatriots enjoy a day off. Time for me to break out a bottle of wine and enjoy the misery.
Gerald pondered his test as the professor glared at him from the front of the class. Gerald had no problem with this tests, but more with tests in general. He thought that testing was only one way to really quantify how much he understood the material. There were so many other ways to show competence. Gerald quickly wrote down some of his favorites. He could compose a poem based on the material. He could create an interpretive dance. He could even cook a meal based on indigenous recipes of Uganda to interpret the material.
Gerald’s physics professor wasn’t amused.