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.
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6 comments:
LOL!
I know someone who did that with the ink blot tests once. the results came back that they were a psycho!!
ha.
but not really funny when you think about it.
That sounds exactly what I would do!
Your dad was a smart aleck! Hope these last days of school don't make you too crazy.
Haha your dad sounds like he had some fun! Did he get switched to a smarter class or did he have to stew there for a few weeks?
So humor is genetic, too bad it backfired on your dad.
It didn't take them long to figure out that they'd made a mistake, and Dad was moved within the first hour or less. He truly was brilliant. Dad graduated high school early and went on to get a business degree. He was in multiple honor's societies and a member of the Chess team.
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