The 5 are sitting before me. I know them, they know me. One student couldn’t focus for even 10 seconds in kindergarten. He went to a private school, thinking that they would get tough, get him in shape. He came back in 2nd. Semi-Sweet little pumpkin that really just thought learning her sounds, her letters was not much fun in kindergarten highlights happily now in 3rd. Jet black hair, he sits silently, obediently, English is not his first language even though the family pretends their hardest that he’s not. He tries so hard, but we know it will be at least 5 years. Another lad is finishing up as fast as he can. If you could see the dot you’d notice the anger, the rage that percolates. He too was moved from this school to a charter and now back again with his family here…but his home family is troubled. One lassie is missing from the group frail, fragile, her parent probably couldn’t move her out the door this morning. I wonder if her family is deciding that she might have to stay home the whole length of the testing.
This is our reality for two weeks. These children will try their best and feel somewhat discouraged, I’m sure. The best part in today’s was the joy of opening the seal, unwrapping their candy, and subsequently playing with the candy wrapper. For me, it was seeing my young friends from a few years back. Now we are done, I’m checking the shiny black dots. They want to show me the cursive they are learning. Only one wants to read a book and that makes me a little sad. I start talking about Babymouse…maybe tomorrow I will have some extra time at the end. I’m dying for a time to read Carnivores. I know they’ll love it!