Thursday, March 24, 2016
Teachermusings: A Horse's Tail (with apologies to George Orwell)
Teachermusings: A Horse's Tail (with apologies to George Orwell): Once upon a time, there was a young filly who lived on a farm. Now this young filly was full of energy and loved to work with other animals ...
A Horse's Tail (with apologies to George Orwell)
Once upon a time, there was a young filly who lived on a farm. Now this young filly was full of energy and loved to work with other animals and the children who lived on the farm. She thought she was making a difference to all those she loved and worked with, and therefore, she willingly accepted more responsibilities around the farm.
As she grew into a mare, the farmer came and told her, "You are costing me a fortune! It's because of you I can't take as good of care of the other animals and my children! I need you to make a few sacrifices." Because the mare loved the others and understood the farmer's frustration, she agreed to a small reduction in her food. At first, she didn't notice she was receiving less food. She still had energy and enthusiasm, and was happy doing her part to help everyone.
But then the farmer came to her the next year and said, "It's because of you that I had to sell a couple animals! You are costing me a fortune! I need you to make a few more sacrifices." The mare willingly agreed again, especially when the farmer promised to make it up to her when his fortune improved.
Again there was a reduction in her oats, which she noticed this time, and there were new responsibilities placed on her. When she tried to object, the farmer told her, "I'm taking care of you; this is the least you can do for me. If you really loved me, the other animals, and my children, you would agree to these." Because the mare liked pleasing her master, she agreed to carry a heavier pack, work longer hours, and take another reduction in her oats. Her master pointed out that there was still plenty of grass, and if she didn't like it at his farm, she could go to another farm. However, the mare liked her farm, but she was beginning to notice her master wasn't so nice. She ignored those feelings of dislike and distrust, and continued working her hardest.
Although there wasn't a reduction in her oats the next year, there were more responsibilities placed upon her, including longer work days, heavier loads to carry, and jobs that had formerly been held by other animals. When she questioned the farmer, she was told, "If you don't like it here, I'm sure the grass is greener somewhere else." By this time, the mare was growing older and she was used to her farm. She quietly walked back to her stall and ate her smaller portion of oats. She was tired, she realized, but she wasn't certain why.
Several years passed, and although her oats portion improved, it wasn't the same amount she had been promised by the farmer. He claimed he still didn't have the money for her greater share of oats. Her responsibilities also grew, which she didn't think was possible, and the farmer began putting her through new tests. She was to jump a fence, which was constantly raised; she was to run faster, although the goal posts seemed to move each time she came close; and her packs were weighted heavier each time they were placed on her. She wasn't sure she could bear it, and she wasn't clear as to why. Why was it heavier? Why were her oats portions, albeit a little larger, still insufficient to fill her each night?
The mare was out running laps and jumping higher and higher fences one day when she passed a puddle of water. She stopped for a drink and noticed her ribs were showing, her coat was dull, and there were bald patches on her sides. Finally she understood; more work, more responsibility, less food were all leaving their marks. No more could she do her job sufficiently. That night, before the mare was in her stall, she hear nickering nearby. When she turned her head, she saw a new horse, younger and more energetic, at the next farm. The horse was given all the answers to its tests before it was tested. The trainer wasn't very good, fresh and inexperienced, but filled with energy for his new job. The mare shook her head and went to her stall.
Finally, one day, after new and improved tests had been scaffolded for her to implement, the mare was finished. She gave up the fight. The next day, a truck pulled into the driveway, loaded up the mare, and drove her away. The farmer had just invested in a new slaughterhouse, and she was his first "client."
It just goes to prove that if something is starved of its necessities and tremendous, virtually impossible responsibilities are placed on it, somewhere, someone can make money from it.
As she grew into a mare, the farmer came and told her, "You are costing me a fortune! It's because of you I can't take as good of care of the other animals and my children! I need you to make a few sacrifices." Because the mare loved the others and understood the farmer's frustration, she agreed to a small reduction in her food. At first, she didn't notice she was receiving less food. She still had energy and enthusiasm, and was happy doing her part to help everyone.
But then the farmer came to her the next year and said, "It's because of you that I had to sell a couple animals! You are costing me a fortune! I need you to make a few more sacrifices." The mare willingly agreed again, especially when the farmer promised to make it up to her when his fortune improved.
Again there was a reduction in her oats, which she noticed this time, and there were new responsibilities placed on her. When she tried to object, the farmer told her, "I'm taking care of you; this is the least you can do for me. If you really loved me, the other animals, and my children, you would agree to these." Because the mare liked pleasing her master, she agreed to carry a heavier pack, work longer hours, and take another reduction in her oats. Her master pointed out that there was still plenty of grass, and if she didn't like it at his farm, she could go to another farm. However, the mare liked her farm, but she was beginning to notice her master wasn't so nice. She ignored those feelings of dislike and distrust, and continued working her hardest.
Although there wasn't a reduction in her oats the next year, there were more responsibilities placed upon her, including longer work days, heavier loads to carry, and jobs that had formerly been held by other animals. When she questioned the farmer, she was told, "If you don't like it here, I'm sure the grass is greener somewhere else." By this time, the mare was growing older and she was used to her farm. She quietly walked back to her stall and ate her smaller portion of oats. She was tired, she realized, but she wasn't certain why.
Several years passed, and although her oats portion improved, it wasn't the same amount she had been promised by the farmer. He claimed he still didn't have the money for her greater share of oats. Her responsibilities also grew, which she didn't think was possible, and the farmer began putting her through new tests. She was to jump a fence, which was constantly raised; she was to run faster, although the goal posts seemed to move each time she came close; and her packs were weighted heavier each time they were placed on her. She wasn't sure she could bear it, and she wasn't clear as to why. Why was it heavier? Why were her oats portions, albeit a little larger, still insufficient to fill her each night?
The mare was out running laps and jumping higher and higher fences one day when she passed a puddle of water. She stopped for a drink and noticed her ribs were showing, her coat was dull, and there were bald patches on her sides. Finally she understood; more work, more responsibility, less food were all leaving their marks. No more could she do her job sufficiently. That night, before the mare was in her stall, she hear nickering nearby. When she turned her head, she saw a new horse, younger and more energetic, at the next farm. The horse was given all the answers to its tests before it was tested. The trainer wasn't very good, fresh and inexperienced, but filled with energy for his new job. The mare shook her head and went to her stall.
Finally, one day, after new and improved tests had been scaffolded for her to implement, the mare was finished. She gave up the fight. The next day, a truck pulled into the driveway, loaded up the mare, and drove her away. The farmer had just invested in a new slaughterhouse, and she was his first "client."
It just goes to prove that if something is starved of its necessities and tremendous, virtually impossible responsibilities are placed on it, somewhere, someone can make money from it.
Monday, March 21, 2016
Standardized Testing? What's the harm?
I loathe standardized testing. Not only do we give up instruction time for multiple days, but the wear and tear on students and teachers is sad. Since the passage of No Child Left Behind, I've proctored about a thousand hours of CSAP, TCAP, PSAT, ACT, PLAN, EXPLORE, PARCC. Our kids begin taking tests in third grade, and they take them each year through (until recently) 11th grade. 9 years!!! What profession requires 9 years of testing, 3-6 hours a session?
I loathe standardized testing for what it's reduced: thinking, problem solving, creativity, intelligence. It's also reduced extracurricular necessities like art, music, and phys ed. There are stories of schools reducing recess so students can practice more for state tests. How does this produce 21st century learners? When asked to form an opinion, many of my students cannot do so. They'll ask for multiple choice over essays because they're "easier". My students do well with multiple choice, unless there's complexity and inference within the questions. Then they don't know what to do. I have students with diagnoses of 'text anxiety,' and their parents demand 504 plans with unlimited time so their kids can finish a test without a panic attack. 17 years ago, there were few kids on 504 plans for test anxiety because we didn't have so many darned tests.
Critics think people like me don't like standardized tests because we don't want to be held accountable for student learning. Not true! I plan varied lessons each class to reach a variety of learners. I work hard at my content so students will be better readers, writers, thinkers, and speakers. A single measurement...a standardized test...does not assess what I do in my classroom. Nor does it show student growth accurately; it simply demonstrates how well a student can fill out a test form.
I loathe standardized testing because teachers are the only ones held accountable for the test results. We are. There is no student responsibility with test scores; we send home forms that parents might look over and then toss. Schools are rated on their test scores; teachers are evaluated on their test scores. But what about students who don't try? Who don't care? What about students who are in special education programs and don't participate in regular curriculum? They take the tests, and teachers are held accountable for their scores. What about non-native English speakers? Kids who've just moved to this country and need special services? They take those tests and we're held accountable for those scores.
I wish parents would wake up and actually research these tests. I wish parents would opt their children out and pressure their politicians to vote to eliminate the need for so much testing. However, our politicians are too busy voting for their lobbyists, honoring their commitments to ALEC and the Koch brothers, and playing with our children's futures.
The lessons our students are learning are not preparing them for their futures, unless their futures encompass sitting for long periods of time, bubbling answers. And until our parents truly understand what is really happening to their children, we will continue to to be subjected to the will of our politicians.
I loathe standardized testing for what it's reduced: thinking, problem solving, creativity, intelligence. It's also reduced extracurricular necessities like art, music, and phys ed. There are stories of schools reducing recess so students can practice more for state tests. How does this produce 21st century learners? When asked to form an opinion, many of my students cannot do so. They'll ask for multiple choice over essays because they're "easier". My students do well with multiple choice, unless there's complexity and inference within the questions. Then they don't know what to do. I have students with diagnoses of 'text anxiety,' and their parents demand 504 plans with unlimited time so their kids can finish a test without a panic attack. 17 years ago, there were few kids on 504 plans for test anxiety because we didn't have so many darned tests.
Critics think people like me don't like standardized tests because we don't want to be held accountable for student learning. Not true! I plan varied lessons each class to reach a variety of learners. I work hard at my content so students will be better readers, writers, thinkers, and speakers. A single measurement...a standardized test...does not assess what I do in my classroom. Nor does it show student growth accurately; it simply demonstrates how well a student can fill out a test form.
I loathe standardized testing because teachers are the only ones held accountable for the test results. We are. There is no student responsibility with test scores; we send home forms that parents might look over and then toss. Schools are rated on their test scores; teachers are evaluated on their test scores. But what about students who don't try? Who don't care? What about students who are in special education programs and don't participate in regular curriculum? They take the tests, and teachers are held accountable for their scores. What about non-native English speakers? Kids who've just moved to this country and need special services? They take those tests and we're held accountable for those scores.
I wish parents would wake up and actually research these tests. I wish parents would opt their children out and pressure their politicians to vote to eliminate the need for so much testing. However, our politicians are too busy voting for their lobbyists, honoring their commitments to ALEC and the Koch brothers, and playing with our children's futures.
The lessons our students are learning are not preparing them for their futures, unless their futures encompass sitting for long periods of time, bubbling answers. And until our parents truly understand what is really happening to their children, we will continue to to be subjected to the will of our politicians.
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