I woke up from the dream world with my head spinning. Not sure what went on during my dreams, but not feeling grounded and a bit anxious. Generally I acknowledge that feeling when I wake up and see what if anything I remember and then move on with my day. This morning was a bit different. I got my cup of coffee and began to peruse the Slice of Life Challenge and to think what I would write about.
As I checked out a few posts, I began to have flashbacks of my dream. I saw my self sitting at my desk with my old principal standing behind me watching what I was doing. A few of my 5th grade parents were standing in line at the door. One by one they came in and handed me their child’s corrected standardized test in a brown envelope.
Over the years I have taken the standardized testing in stride. I work hard all year to deliver instruction so that students are successful learners and can do well in all that they do. This year there is a heightened anxiety when the government is deciding how to do that and to tie it to the teacher’s evaluation. I am not happy that standardized testing is now invading my dreams.