Tests

Mon, 10/12/2015 - 18:29 -- haemerd

The College Board.

What a horrid name for an

equally

horrid institution.

It decides our

futures

based on the experiences of our

pasts

to guide our

presents.

It presents us

with a score of scores

that are supposed to represent us.

We are figures, all of us,

in the literal numerical sense

as supposed to the pleasing physical sense.

To lack common sense

is to not take the tests,

but to take the tests

really does not make sense.

The most brilliant of minds,

the most talented of hands,

the most skilled of feet,

the most caring of hearts,

would

fail

the tests, if given today.

They do not examine our knowledge,

for these examinations

are impossible to know

how to take.

Memorize the tricks.

Remember the methods.

Learn the material?

(Why waste time doing that?)

Knowledge is required

for kids to learn,

yet there is no knowledge on

the tests.

Learning requires material,

yet the only thing to gain

is the flimsy substance with your number.

Am I a number?

"No, of course not,"

replies The College Board,

"silly you!

You are not just one number,

you are a set of numbers, of course!"

AP, SAT, Subject Tests ---

is there no

end

in sight?

Aptly

Pursue

Some

Academic

Track in a certain

Subject, and don't forget the

Tests.

No, don't forget

the tests.

This poem is about: 
Me
My country

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