Standardized testing (SATs), in the United States has been present for years and has caused plenty of teachers, students, parents, and other individuals who are informed about it to have different perspectives and opinions on it. Before doing my research on the different opinions people had on standardized tests, I always believed they were encouraged by professors and school facilities. As a student myself and on the behalf of other students, standardized tests were always perceived to be stressful and unjust. Test taking was never a strength of mine especially if the test was timed because it just added more pressure to answer the questions quick. In high school, my teachers never discussed how they felt towards the SATs, which made
Writing is great until you have to sit down and do it. The sentences never seem to flow into the brilliant paragraphs I had planned for them, and descriptions never build the picture the way it was drawn up in my head. I have never been entirely confident in my ability, probably for good reason. That said, I have always had a love hate relationship with writing; I can sit down and crank out a report on my high school’s basketball team in a half an hour, on the other hand I had to write limericks in my seventh grade English class and I am still working on them. The most difficult writing I’ve encountered thus far is that in which you have to write about yourself.
“Goodman, you’re up. I hope you did well on this. It’s one of the most important events in the Persian Gulf War!” the teacher yelled. “Oh boy,” I whisper nervously under my breath.“ I really don’t want to do this.” After days of pushing off my history presentation, always opting to go last, as I ordinarily did every other project, the teacher’s eyes fell on me, signaling that it was my turn at last. I stood up from my desk, reluctantly, walked to the front of the class and grabbed the clicker.
If you were to mention algebra to me at this exact moment I would most definitely cringe at the words. Algebra has always been my most difficult subject since I was in the eighth grade, which is why I absolutely despise it. Before my eighth grade year I did exceptionally well in math, it was by far my favorite subject because I loved money and solving multiplication problems. My love for math lead to me being in advanced math class which is why I took algebra in the eighth grade versus the ninth grade. When I began algebra my love for math was gone.
“Stay put and do your homework!” Tobys math teacher Mrs. Murt yells at him before slamming the door shut. Toby sits in a desk sluggishly and takes out some work. After a while Toby checks the clock. “It’s only been 10 minutes!? !” toby sighed placing his head on the desk and slowly drifting to sleep.
Standardized testing ugh. The absolute worst part of school.Testing is so dreadful because it’s time consuming, forget consuming it’s devouring, teachers and students don’t get the graded test back fast enough, and last but definitely not least students already have to study for classroom test weekly now you want to overload their brains! This why I am against standardize test. These test have a desire to devour classroom time and brain capacity. Class is already very tiring, think of adding hour long test.
A big memory was me not being able to shut my mouth in my english class. The teacher was Mrs. Peterson, and I had a bunch of my good friends in the class. After the first day, I could tell this was not going to be a good class. First off, like I said, I could not keep my mouth shut. I would always be trying to talk to Zach, Dylan, or basically anyone.
I’ve seen how you have treated people throughout this school and I know the secret behind all of this. Your large 300 hundred pound body is nothing but intimidating to us. You bully people to take away from the pressure of you being fat. This is the only way that you can fit in and I can’t believe I was so afraid of someone so weak and ugly”. There was nothing but silence as everyone was waiting for what Respusia would say.
Slowly advancing towards my desk, I begin to study the faces of my colleagues; scowling in distaste with the world we live in. The long aisles of desks stretch forever, as i continue along the path towards my desk, the bleak walls slowly in case me in all its melancholic glory. The clock taunts me with its speed, forever at the same pace never changing unlike life. Report after report i file for the police, the stack never ends as the world fell into chaos long ago. Timidly reaching into my desk draw, shuffling my hand around as i search for the last thing i remember before the world i knew crumbled away.
The possibility of my school enrollment being terminated hung on a point and a half. Failing a class was unacceptable in the dual enrollment program I was in that allowed me to go to college as a full-time student, while still enrolled in high school. I was preparing my explanation to give to my father as to why he would have to start driving me to my high school again before I received my final lab report grade. I glared at my score marked in dark red ink at the bottom of the page. I passed the lab.