See that clock winding down at the side of my blog. Summer vacation is approaching quickly, and I can't wait. This has been quite a year. Not only have I taught, but I've also been up to my neck referring kids for psychological testing for the gifted program at my school. In Tennessee, bright kids are sheltered under the special education umbrella and it's been raining paperwork all year. I have one IEP meeting left and no one else to be tested at the moment.
Testing has changed quite a bit over the years. Back in 1925, when
my dad entered
kindergarten, he had to take a test with a psychologist to see what class to
put him in. Some lady held up heads and bodies of various animals and told him
to match them. My dad thought the test was soooo stupid that he decided to have
"fun" with the psychologist. He mixed the animal heads with various non-matching bodies, all the
while chuckling to himself. The joke was on Dear Old Dad when he spent his
first day of school in a class filled with rockers and droolers. The moral of
the story: Don't mess with psychologists.