Monday, April 18, 2016
13 Ways of Looking at a Standardized Test
and with apologies to Wallace Stevens
Among 173 days of learning,
The next two
Are given over to state-wide standardized tests.
I have mixed feelings,
Like a desk
Cluttered with forms for three standardized tests.
The standardized test flickered on screen.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
A student and a teacher
A student and a proctor and a standardized test
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of assessing
Or the beauty of reflecting,
The standardized test loading
Or just after.
Fluorescent bulbs filled the room
With garish glare.
The pall of standardized tests
Hung low, near the floor.
On most students' faces
An indecipherable stare.
O thin men of Pearson,
Why do you imagine gilded technology?
Do you not see how standardized tests
Tangle among the feet
Of the learners about you?
I know noble keystrokes
And lucid, inescapable creativity;
But I know, too,
That standardized tests are involved
In what I know.
When the standardized test flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
At the sight of standardized tests
Beaming their blue glow,
Even bawds of big-data debauchery
Would cry out sharply.
Students flung thoughts into servers
Via fiber-optic wifi.
Once, a fear pierced them,
In that they mistook
The shadow of their wildest guess
For the best answer on a standardized test.
The stomach is grumbling.
The standardized test must be ending.
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The standardized test sat
In the Internet-nodes.
Posted by Brian Rozinsky at 10:20 PM