After a long couple of weeks of standardized testing that kicked off with reading, the sixth graders finally took their last test, math, today. At the height of testing madness this morning, after successfully defending my computer cart from others and feeding the students breakfast since they would be quite late to lunch, but when no hall proctors could be found to escort the full-bladdered kids in my group to the restroom, and neither could the testing coordinator be reached to restart a test that failed to submit because the lap top switched wireless networks mid-test, I met the principal on my way to find help. "Are all your students finished already?" she asked.
"Yes," I told her and stepped forward, intent on my mission.
"Oh, by the way," she said.
I turned.
"Congratulations!"
I stopped, mentally groping for the accomplishment she was referring to. She must have seen my confusion.
"On your reading test scores!" she clarified. "Great job!"
I know I managed a smile. "Thank you," I replied and continued on.
"Yes," I told her and stepped forward, intent on my mission.
"Oh, by the way," she said.
I turned.
"Congratulations!"
I stopped, mentally groping for the accomplishment she was referring to. She must have seen my confusion.
"On your reading test scores!" she clarified. "Great job!"
I know I managed a smile. "Thank you," I replied and continued on.
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