This morning I left my house at 6:45 when there was no light in the sky, and watched the sun come up over St Paul from a classroom window. Another practice ACT. As boring as the test is, it is so much more boring to proctor it. I even got a little work done this time, but it still was nothing. I spent a lot of the morning texting people; students or other people who I knew were awake at this hour. Having even just two students not show up is so disappointing. And frustrating. But, it is only two students. I'm so proud and amazed that these students get up on Saturday mornings to come take tests that they hate even though they don't have to. They are the only things that keep them coming back.
Ten minutes left. Then they'll be done, and we'll clean up and I can go on with my day. But really, these tests aren't as bad as I make them out to be. In fact, once we get inside the school they're kinda fun. I do like the part where I get to run down the school hallways with no one watching. Although the school toilets flush automatically every twenty minutes or so and the clocks make a horrible noise on the hour.
Maybe what's so interesting about this time is that it's all inner monologue. When you're not taking the test there's nothing to occupy you or to challenge you so when you proctor you are left alone with four hours of silence. What can you make of that time?
I have proven that I cannot do anything useful during this time. At least I didn't nod off this time, because that also happens.
This is post #300.
love,
hannah
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