"Little fingers writing
little brains racing
Nausea, exhaustion, anxiety
Students are exploited
Under the system of our
academic sweatshop"
This was a short poem I wrote yesterday while the children were taking some acuity exam. They were in testing the whole day. What is this nation turning into when all that is worried about is test scores and data? I really wonder, when does actual teaching take place?
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