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Back to school brings supply lists from ten teachers a mile long each, packets of homework an inch thick, a state test that interrupts math class, a project due tomorrow,
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
I'm a pest, And I'm a thief. Though, I do not mean no harm, I disturb your peace. But can you give me my peace? Can you give back what you took from me? Only half is fine.
Testing 1,2,3This poem is a test1,2,3Testing to seethe limits within metesting1,2,3testing mein order to see
They test my knowledge of information, but that's not true wisdom,
Yes, Of Course, Please, and Thank You, The United States Department of E-D-U, Yes, Of Course, Please, and Thank You, In their grand benevolence is delighted to do, Yes, Of Course, Please, and Thank You,
Bound up in leather, like the books And held by paper chains A heart no longer functioning Inside, no soul remains They put a hat upon her head, pulled low To hide the brand
Past the thresh hold You would never believe the terrors in the walls of the institution The terrors of exclusion, and confusion in a potion My priorities in a gyre I lost all of my devotion
When I was in high school everyone was skipping class Not me cuz my mom would kill me if I didn't pass But it was wreckless There where kids playing hookie and teachers not taking attendance
From birth we are tested Spanked on the butt to see if we cry In Elementary school we learn for standardized tests "You're learning this because it's on the test"
There's so much pressure nowadays On kids and young adults. Pressure to meet every benchmark, And to have X amount of extracurriculars, And to do damn well on the ACT, And to earn X amount of dollars,
Are you ready for the brain drain? That illustrious time when our minds allow themselve
We as humans go about our day, simply living our lives
It started with a sharp point and a pink ball on the other side. My thoughts wonder wonderously as the minute hand laps the hour hand. As my heart synced with the clicking of the clock's minutes so did my hand to my heart and mind.
Teacher teacher listen here Today I have to share
Student: Thump, tap, scratch, groan, Clock sounding ticking tock ticking. Sigh, glance, slouch, count, Steps and monotonous lectures.
When my teacher stresses, I stress. And when I stress I mess Up my work, I can't think straight. I love to learn but that will have to wait For the tests to be over.
"Please take a seat. The test will begin shortly." The dreaded words. Just the thought of taking this test makes me sick to my stomach. I have test anxiety. Whenever a test is placed in front of me, I blank.
I raise my hand Because I have a question I call your name Because I don’t understand I want you to listen Because I don’t know it all Even though I’m leaving next fall I need now to stand tall
Teachers always teaching to prepare us to be the best Chalk boards always screeching to prepare us take the test Unfortunately we suffer Real lives become rougher
I can't believe You judge my worth based on the number of bubbles I got right. You slap my face with test after test, but what have I really learned? I have learned nothing except to hate learning
I'm a freshman in high school I know how to find 'x'I know that oxygen is a gasand that the Declaration of Independencewas signed on July 4th, 1776My education is going to change the world
Testing! Testing! Screaming through my head, quivering hand,pencil of lead. many questions left unsaid, motor boat of a heart, filling with dread. Testing! Testing! Tests begin, light bulbs go up.
(Written in regret of standardized tests, and dedicated to the dying art of classroom creativity.) paper money kept inside cement walls burning her mind with books of gold
Why am I here? What have I done to deserve this? Shampoo in my eyes. Give me cancer for a cause. Rush smoke in my lungs. I am an animal, I want to live free. Why cant the just let me be?
All of my life, I've been subject to Tests full of bubbles, Tests that determine Where lie my troubles. My ears can take no more of this talk. I am more than a statistic.
Pinches and medicine, Needles and a poke. This just has to be a painful joke. Their squirms are minimal, Their cries are silent, Allowing the ‘caretakers’ to be violent.