It is times like this…
Had I known this before…
What I wouldn’t give…
Hungrier than a woodpecker with a headache…
Those tests where you are
to select the one thing that doesn’t match the others always start off easy and
as you progress through the test it becomes increasingly more difficult to
isolate the one thing that doesn’t belong.
And
story problems - as a writer you’d think I’d like story problems but actually I
don’t. Come to find out they are nothing
more than math problems disguised as cute, little stories with drab endings.
The
math portion of my brain has always lagged a little behind the rest of my
brain. It’s like that 9/8 % of brain is actually
handicapped, or numerically stunted. By
all rights I should be allowed handicap parking in front of all Math stores.
What
in particular does testing really tell us?
A professor stands before his or her class and says, “You may begin.”
Heads look down and pencils go up, the room gets very quiet.
Some
students will breeze right through the questions while others struggle with
each one. Some gaze off into the
distance contemplating the importance of the #2. Why is it always a #2 pencil? From there their thoughts stray to pens and
the mechanical actions that poke the ballpoint portion out for writing and in
for storage within a shirt pocket.
Perhaps
visions of some spreading blue stain on what was once a nice and fairly
expensive dress shirt pop into their head, resulting of course from a failed
pen mechanism.
It
is somewhere during the mental image of the sewing required for the intricate shirt construction using the odd shaped pieces of material when the student hears,
“Time’s up, pencils down.”
They have yet to put their name in the upper right-hand corner, let alone answer a
single question.
What
does this tell us?
A.
He or she
is a daydreamer
B.
Not
enough time was allowed for the test
C. Shirts are hard to make
D.
Sometimes
Life just hands you #2
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