As a public school English teacher, I observe standardized testing season each year with a sort of grim fascination. So this is it, I think as I pace around my silent classroom, peering over kids shoulders at articles about parasailing. Line graphs tracking the rainfall in Tulsa. Parts of speech. Functions of x. These are the 34 questions that will determine some aspect of my students futuresas well as our schools yearly progress report, my own teacher report card, and soon, possibly, my salary. I wince at my young charges careless mistakes. I see eyes rove. I know who came in yawning, whos feeling sick, whose brother is back in jail. So many variables (input) producing a single-digit score (output). Functions of x.
Last month, several weeks after those long quiet mornings, I got another glimpse inside the testing industrial complex. Instead of reporting to my own school and teaching my 8th-grade writing classes, I reported to the gymnasium of a middle school uptown, along with 100-odd other New York City teachers, to score 5th-grade New York State math exams. I was there in place of a colleague, a special education teacheras are the vast majority of the educators pulled out of schools to grade the state testswho had already spent most of the prior week scoring reading tests and begged me to take her spot in the warehouse. (I should note that most standardized test scoring is done not by teachers, but by temp workerswho must possess at least a four-year college degree and are paid a low hourly rate.)
I arrived on the Upper East Side that Tuesday morning in a chilly May downpour, already on my second cup of coffee. Students with overstuffed backpacks jostled into the schools double doors ahead of me, squealing about the rain. Inside, I headed toward the open gym door, where I could see 20 round tables, bedecked in red and blue plastic tablecloths. Clusters of damp-haired teachers were settling into the folding chairs, chatting quietly, leafing through newspapers. They were mostly young, in their 30ssome older and distinguished lookingwith bright eyes, sensible footwear, books. This was no temp crew; these seemed like people who should be off teaching children. I took my seat among them.