Cram (an acrostic poem)

Can’t decide if I can fit it all in

Ramming in multiple items, trying to make them fit

And realizing that it might be a lost cause

Means my students might not enjoy this test.  Hope they study well and don’t…

 

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Grading (an acrostic poem)

Gathering my students’ hopes and fears

Relinquishing my humanity for cold analytical logic

Assessing their ability and competency

Dispensing points like a pharmacist gives out pills

Insuring the proper prescription for the script they have handed me

Never letting the person in front of the counter

Get the wrong pill to swallow

A Dickens of a Test (in 100 words)

I watch my students pour their souls onto pieces of dead trees.  Their sunken eyes are wide open trying to make sense of the words dancing and leaping in front of them.  The students hope the blood red ink of my grading pen passes them by and doesn’t reanimate the dead paper pulp into a ghost that haunts their academic careers.  The grades of tests past weigh down the students like the Dickens’ chains of sin Morley had to bear.  What about the ghost of tests’ future?  That grave remains open for now.  The next test is in four weeks.