As I sit here in the school office on this early Monday morning sipping my first cup pot of coffee and inhaling that unique aroma of hot paper and toner, I wonder:
How much have my students actually remembered?
World History, American History, Civics, Geography, and Physics fall off the rollers, a corner staple holding each packet in place: terms and maths and maps; things they’ve seen all semester but won’t pay any attention to until at least Monday next. Exams start Tuesday.
Every teacher knows that tests cannot *really* test the human student, only how well they retain information. Yet, every teacher wants some vindication that the class they’ve taught all year can perform well come end of term. And – if I’m perfectly honest – I know not every class is ready. Ultimately, though, I have done the best I can. I have led them to the well of knowledge, but I cannot make them drink.
EXTERMINATE!
EXAMINATE!
You are a teacher
?!?!
Didn’t expect this.
I have been a student until last summer and now I am a retail assistant trainee.
I like your metaphor with the well a lot and also your reasoning all over.
Greetings 🙂
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Yes, I’m a teacher; this is my 6th year. Thanks for the compliment!
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As I already said: unexpected.
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Your teacher’s soul keeps coming alive in your writing. As mother ( one of my sons is an elementary school teacher) and grandmother I have learned that seeds planted may take longer to germinate that just one school year and certainly can’t be measured by exams. Best wishes to you and your students.
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