testing
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“Testing Testing One Two Three !
that’s right, keep your distance, about six feet !
Form a queue please, and keep it orderly,
because we’re testing to see
if any of you have the Corona Disease !”
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
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,
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.
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.
