The Cherubs must pass the SOLs, or else. Or else the State will dumb these "gatekeepers" down, make the tests easier, so the Cherubs will pass. Or else.
No one's ever really experienced the "or else" part of this equation. The tests keep getting easier. Most of the Cherubs continue to pass. In fact, our neighbor's Springer Spaniel...not the brightest crayon in the box, even on a good day...could pass these state-mandated Dog & Pony Shows.
What, pray tell, do SOLs have to do with the snap above? Everything & Nothing, at once & into perpetuity. Your Humble Scribe will explain.
The Weather Dudes began squawking early Saturday morn about the possibility of a Frozen Precipitation Event. The White Stuff. As in mucho, bueno, pronto. Traffic-tying-up tons. School-closing snow.
We, who labor in the trenches, as it were, knew better. Old Man Winter would have to drop a significant amount of snow on our little burg to necessitate a school-closing. This is the District that would not close the schools last month on a particularly treacherous Teacher Work Day. We professorial types must justify our existence, after all! Must attend worthless meetings to show we're professional! Must show The Powers That Be that we're trying like hell to figure out how get them Cherubs edumacated!
We, who face a Crumbling Infrastructure, Inadequate Technology, Surly Students & a Pompous Principal Man daily (and this, in one of the allegedly "finest" school districts in the land!), knew that it would take a mighty big Act of either God or Mother Nature to close the schools on an SOL Day.
The SOLs are more important than anything else in our school year. The Talisman of Good Teaching; the David that Goliath must conquer every year. Yes, we switched the names on purpose.
Hush your mouth, Weather Dude. Superintendent Man will not close the schools. Faced with the choice of keeping its charges safe & warm or proceeding with the damned test, the DT will prevail every time.
Until 8:45 Sunday nite. SM did the unthinkable. The unpardonable. The unfathomable.
Canceled school for Monday. Postponed the SOLs.
As the snow continued to fall Monday morning, piling up 6, then 7, up to 9 inches, we witnessed the gift that kept on giving. Snow Days. Our precipitation-related vay-cays have been few & far between in recent years. Blame Global Warming, if you will. Most of us, though, blame the empty hubris of a school district that insists that Teaching to the Test will tell us something we don't already know; will ultimately prepare our Cherubs for "the real world."
Perhaps. But Monday morning, Mrs. Scribe went back to bed, instead.
Editor's Note: Mrs. Scribe has been prolific this week, possibly because of the unexpected Snow Day. This is her second March contribution to the Random Complexity Writing Challenge. 491 words. BTW, Mrs. Scribe will announce the winner of the $25 Target Gift Card in tomorrow's post!