In the short time I've been filling in as testing coordinator, I have found that there are a number of slippery students who are masters of avoiding their testing. Today, though, I changed my approach; in addition to sending messages to them, their parents, their homeroom, and their first period, when they still didn't show up, I checked the attendance and finally found them in third period. Once the call was made, there was no wiggling out of the test today.
Kids are so funny, though (which, of course, is one reason I willingly spent three decades in middle school). Of these elusive testers, one kept putting his head down, pretending to sleep, although he was very good-natured whenever he was prodded awake. "I'm thinking," he would yawn.
Another kid banged her way quickly through her science test and then reported for her pass back to class. "Promise me something," I said as I jotted her name.
"What?" she asked.
"Come on time to your math SOL on Tuesday," I suggested. "That way you can avoid all this make-up stuff."
"What time would that even be?" she asked in horror.
"The usual time that school starts," I told her. "7:50."
She made a noncommittal face.
"Say 'I promise!'," I insisted, and with a laugh, she complied.
I turned back to the pass, checking my computer for the time. "It's 11:11!" I said. "Make a wish!"
Her eyes widened, and she nodded.
"Did you wish that you would be here and pass the SOL on Tuesday?" I asked, "Because that's what I wished."
"No," she shook her head. "I wished for wings."
"I hope at least one of us gets our wish," I said as I handed her the pass.
"I hope we both do," she answered, and flitted out of the room.
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