My husband HATES standardized tests. In a post awhile ago, I believe I mentioned that there are a few things about his profession that he is passionately against. Standardized tests is one of them....and don't even mention "No Child Left Behind." That'll send him off on a tirade for sure.
A friend shared this on facebook the other day, and I instantly thought of the Warden.
Well, I now understand one of the reasons my husband hates standardized tests....what it does to parents.
We received the results from one such test about one of our children yesterday, and the results were not good. They weren't bad, they just weren't what I would have expected from this child.
I woke at 5:00 this morning and COULD NOT get back to sleep. What happened? Where did I fail? Were my own studies too much in the way during those early formative years? Did I neglect to do something I should have? Did I feed this child too much or too little of something? Where did I go wrong?
For some reason, it had to be me. It HAD to. At 5am, I couldn't get my brain to think anything else.
The Warden turned over in his sleep, and I took that opportunity to address the subject. I shared what I was worrying about, and he scoffed. Of course he did. He hates those tests. He said, "That's silly. All that test means is that that's not the way our child learns. It's a non-verbal test, and it's timed...."
This got me thinking....I am a verbal learner. If I had taken this same test, would I have done better? That would be interesting to see.
Anyway, I can't seem to get back on track and stop feeling like a failure. No matter what the Warden says, the mother guilt won't let up.