Why My Children Will Not Take State Assessments

New York State Assessments are scheduled to take place next week.  Beginning April 1, students statewide in grades 3-8 will sit and take a three day ELA exam followed by a math exam a few weeks later.  Now that Common Core is all abuzz, and people are jumping at any chance they can to blame Common Core for the dismal state of public education, rest assured that these state tests have been in place well before Common Core. They’ve been here since 2002 when No Child Left Behind was created.  However, this is only the second year that the state tests are Common Core aligned, and the second year that these state tests are tied to teacher evaluation scores. It’s also the second year that parents have gotten more educated, more involved, and much louder.

It’s the perfect storm, so to speak.

Until last year, I, along with most parents, did not realize that parents have the right to refuse state testing on behalf of their children. Parents have the right to refuse. There is no provision that allows for the opting out of state assessments, however according to parents’ federal constitutional rights: The Supreme Court has repeatedly held that parents possess the “fundamental right” to “direct the upbringing and education of their children.” The Court also declared that “the child is not the mere creature of the State: those who nurture him and direct his destiny have the right coupled with the high duty to recognize and prepare him for additional obligations.” (Pierce v. Society of Sisters, 268 U.S. 510, 534-35) The Supreme Court criticized a state legislature for trying to interfere “with the power of parents to control the education of their own.” (Meyer v. Nebraska, 262 U.S. 390, 402.) In recognition of both the right and responsibility of parents to control their children’s education, the Court has stated, “It is cardinal with us that the custody, care and nurture of the child reside first in the parents, whose primary function and freedom include preparation for the obligations the State can neither supply nor hinder.” (Prince v. Massachusetts, 321 U.S. 158)

In a nutshell, parents have a say in their child’s education, and the right to refuse state assessments falls under that umbrella. Starting next week, thousands of parents in New York State are doing just that. I am one of them.

The reason my children will never participate in these assessments again is simple: they are not a useful diagnostic tool that benefit the child in any way. The test is given in April and the scores are received in July.  There is no data or explanation of where the child needs additional help; the score is not sent home with identified areas of weaknesses. At that point, my child’s teacher is no longer my child’s teacher anymore. They are not used to determine promotion or retention of grade levels, nor are they factored into the child’s grade at all. The tests are not used as a learning or teaching tool. Instead, they are used to score and label children a 1-4 and then packed away in a ‘secure location’ for the next few years, never to be seen again. Once the scores are released, the children become statistics.

The state assessments have always been flawed.  In theory, I suppose it *sort of* makes sense.  Children take a test toward the end of the school year and it shows how well they know the material; how proficient they are (or aren’t). Students have always taken final exams at the secondary level which is a valid assessment tool used to gauge how well the child learned the material during that school year. The teacher knows what she taught, creates a final exam, and that exam is factored into the student’s grade. The problem with state assessments is that the teachers have no idea what will be on them and so much emphasis is placed on these scores in terms of district ranking that teachers have always felt a sort of obligated stress to continually raise scores.  When I taught at the 7th grade level I was consumed with those scores.  I didn’t spend the entire year on test prep, but I certainly spent the weeks prior on test prep.  I needed those scores to improve!  The school needed them to improve so we could improve our school ranking.  The district needed those scores to improve so we could improve our district ranking–and this was all before scores were a part of our teacher evaluation score.

Now that the state assessments are factored into the teacher’s APPR score, I can only imagine that test prep throughout the state has increased. Standardized tests factoring into teacher evaluation scores is not an effective measure of teaching. Teachers work with our children for close to 180 days. Basing an evaluation score on three days out of the 180 is not going to give an accurate portrayal of that teachers effectiveness. I don’t need my children to sit through three and half hours of testing to tell me whether or not their teachers have taught them. I know they have. They have taught them much more than can be shown on a bubble sheet or through a few short response questions.
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I’m not sure why society has begun to doubt teachers lately and feel that school districts need to prove that their teachers are actually teaching throughout the school year. If you want proof that children are learning, I can assure you, they are. Some more quickly than others, but that’s what education is. It’s an entire set of variables that are factored together to create a clear picture of that individual child and where that child started the year. Giving children in every school across the state the same test and then expecting to see a clear picture of how school districts and the teachers employed by those distrcts are performing is flawed. A district with high poverty levels and a large ESL population should not be compared to a suburban affluent district and then ranked and published in an annual school rankings publication. It’s comparing two completely different populations.

I do not want my children used as a part of a ranking system. I do not want my children to work hard all year long, and then feel that their scores on one test is definitive of the type of students they are.

Our children are not percentages or scores. In addition to being students, they are athletes, community members, school theater participants, student government representatives, and musicians–all of which can’t be shown on a bubble sheet of a state assessment.

The state assessments do not accurately measure the growth of our children. They do not accurately measure the effectiveness of our teachers and they take up entirely too much time and energy in our schools. The amount of money spent on standardized testing continues to increase, while the amount of money public school districts receive in the form of state funding continues to decrease. Districts are making drastic cuts to staff and programs but testing continues to stay in place using an abundant amount of district and taxpayer dollars.

Parents and teachers have watched the landscape of public education change as corporate reformers have swept in and made drastic changes. Our voices, research, and dedication to advocacy to public education is making a difference. One child at a time, test refusal is our way to stand up for what is our “fundamental right to direct the upbringing and education of our children” (Pierce 268).

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Resources:
Decisions of the United States Supreme Court Upholding Parental Rights as “Fundamental”
Congress Introduces Constitutional Amendment for Parental Rights
New York State Allies for Public Education
The ’999′ers: something is not right
Gap Elimination Adjustment Explained: New York State 2014

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Teachers in the Trenches

When I’m at work and another adult asks me how my kids are doing, I always have to clarify, “My kids at home or my kids here?” This is what students are to teachers. They are our kids. Some tend to burrow into our hearts a little more than others, but for 10 months the children in our classroom, are our kids.

This is why when I think about the future of teaching and the slippery slope on which those of us in public education find ourselves, I can’t imagine not doing it. There are days when 19 more years in the classroom gives me heart palpitations–but I’m assuming that is the case with any career. 19 years is 19 years–it’s A LONG TIME. Imagining 19 more years of managing over 100 fourteen-year-olds every day…yeah, it’s daunting. BUT, the thought of not doing it and working in the private sector seems as foreign to me as working in another country. I mean, could I even function if I had to interact with adults all day?

I’m so conditioned to working on a bell schedule, that my brain is used to transitioning to something completely new every 42 minutes, while working in managed chaos within those 42 minutes. How in the world would I be able to work in a business office with that type of hyperactive personality? “Um, Shannon? Why are you standing outside your cubicle?” “Oh, just watching the hallways for three minutes. Do you mind if I high-five people and sing some Katy Perry really loudly also?” “Hey,I’m going to take my two-minute bathroom sprint. Can you watch my cubicle for a minute if I’m not back in three minutes?” “Shannon! Stop asking us for bathroom passes! We are allowed to go to the bathroom whenever we want!” “TURN DOWN THE CHRISTMAS MUSIC. I understand it is the day before a vacation, but you may not watch movies today!”

When I have these fleeting moments of wondering what life would be outside of the classroom, I’m always left with the question of what can I possibly have to offer any business after spending the last eleven years in a classroom with freshmen? I know virtually everything about pop culture, Twitter, sock buns, the difference between a messy pony and a top-knot, cutting weight for wrestling, hunting season (bow and shotgun), and Drake. I know virtually nothing about conference calls and sales meetings, end of quarter strategies, ROI, or intermarket sector spread. I would be a disaster. It would be entertaining, but disastrous.

…on that note, although I know nothing about the business world, I do know kids. I know how to motivate them. I know how to show them their potential. I know how to make them laugh, and I know how to put them in their place when warranted. I know how to make dry material exciting. I know how to show kids that there is more to life than the school or town where they live and there is more to life than the subject that I’m teaching. I know how to teach manners and empathy. I know how to interact with teenagers when they are at their most influential age and I don’t take that lightly–it’s my job to make these teenagers into real people and send them out into the world to work with you.

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Teachers, we are a special breed. We were made for working with kids. We are patient, creative, entertaining, empathetic, stern, flexible, kind, motivating, overwhelmed, and completely crazy individuals who actually chose to spend our adult lives working with more than we can handle. Working with noise and chaos, juggling 25 or more different personalities, needs, and abilities at once. We chose to enter into a career where we take the blame for most, but credit for little. We chose this. We did.

Even though 19 years seems like forever, I’m glad I’m in the trenches. It’s where I belong.

*Side note: I do, however, think that the major positive in working in the private sector would be smell. Classrooms are not large spaces. These not large spaces are filled with teenagers. Teenagers who happen to sweat and fart. It makes for a lethal combination and the assault on my sense of smell is brutal. We had a particularly hot spring last year and my classroom is on the second floor–the non-air conditioned second floor. I cannot even put into words the scent that was emanating from some of these children. It gets pretty ripe. However, I’m guessing (hoping?) that the business world is full of freshly showered and groomed adults who do not make it a point to yell, “Yo! I just beefed one and crop dusted all over this room, man!” (If you happen to work with an adult like this, I empathize. I get it, brothers and sisters. I so get it.)

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Ya know what sucks? I love teaching.

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This is pretty accurate. I’ve been teaching for 11 years and could not imagine going into the private sector, simply because my body is conditioned to work in a school setting. Funny post!

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I’ve really been thinking about my exit strategy from teaching. Ya know what sucks though? I love teaching. I suppose it doesn’t matter how much I love teaching; the profession has changed so much I don’t know how much more I can endure. I was contemplating what it would be like to interview with a company or organization not affiliated with education.  I realized there would be certain questions I could not ask at the end of an interview without giving away teaching induced PTSD.

I’m pretty sure I couldn’t ask these questions to a potential employer not affiliated with education.

1. What time am I allowed to go to the bathroom?

2. What supplies will I need to buy to do this job?

3. Where is the peanut free table in the break room?

4. What is the plan for a shooter on the premises?

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Stuck in the Middle With You: A Shout Out to the Middle Child

My middle child is 9 years old.  He has an older brother who is 11 and a little sister who is 5. My Aiden is smack dab in the middle of our family.  I am the youngest of my brother and sister, and my husband is the oldest of his brothers, so neither of us have ever experienced the “middle child syndrome.”  I will say this: as the mom of a middle child, it’s true.  The middle can never have enough of his mom. Never enough of dad. But he does get a lot of grief from his siblings.  If you are a middle, I’m sure you understand exactly what I’m trying to describe.  I can’t say how it feels, but I think I have a pretty good idea of how it feels to be a middle just by looking at Aiden.

I will admit this–I parent Aiden the best in my family. Nate, my oldest, is my poor guinea pig of a child.  We are learning how to parent with him.  Each age and phase is new with Nate–we were the crazy neurotic first time parents with him, and then were much more relaxed with Aiden.  And now with Tia, our youngest, we’re cherishing every age and letting her get away with more because she is our last.  “But this is the last time I’ll ever have a child who…(insert whatever it is here:  sleeps in a crib, uses a sippy cup, wears diapers, etc…)”  I make mistakes with Nate, am way too flexible with Tia, but with Aiden, I’m good. I’m lenient where I need to be (but where I wasn’t with Nate and now realize how foolish I was), but punish where it warrants. He gets the perfect mix of parenting from us.

The crew

The crew

I’ll also admit this:  sometimes he gets lost in the mix. He doesn’t get new clothes, new bikes, new anything.  He gets Nate’s clothes, Nate’s bike, Nate’s old baseball cleats. It’s a good thing he’s a lefty because otherwise he’d get Nate’s old glove too. He uses Nate’s old backpack, has a pencil box for school with “Nate Styles” crossed out, and “Aiden Styles” written below it.  Boots, coats, hats, skates, rollerblades…all Nate’s. Aiden adores his big brother, so much of this doesn’t bother him.  A 9 year old boy doesn’t give too much thought as to where his hat and gloves come from, and he’s been eyeing up Nate’s bike for a few years now so he’s pretty stoked that it will be his this summer.

aiden 2

What Aiden really needs is more time. Everything in Nate’s life has an exciting to feel to it: it’s new and we haven’t experienced it yet. I’m not saying that we don’t find excitement in Aiden’s activities, because we do.  We support him in everything he does and love him and cheer him on with a ferocity that is instinctual and wild. Tia, on the other hand, is my shadow. She clings to me and requires a lot me–and since she’s my last, I tend to give in. All Aiden wants is me. He wants and he needs my (our) attention. He craves time together, and cherishes it when it happens.

What I really want Aiden to know is that he makes our family whole.  I know people say that about their youngest, that they “completed” the family, but I really feel that it is my middle who does that. He is so loving. So grateful. So kind. So incredibly hardworking. He loves from the bottom of his soul and it shows. He has a gift for making people laugh, making people feel valued, and making people think.  He also has the ability to make us crazy because he is so laid back, but that is what makes Aiden, Aiden.

Of my three, I worry the most about Aiden.  I feel incredibly protective of my middle, and I want him to feel more confident in himself.  I want him to know that even though he gets picked on by Nate and Tia, we wouldn’t, we couldn’t, function correctly without his smile.  His smile that lights up an entire room, his laugh that is contagious.

My middle, I love you.  I love you more than you can ever imagine.
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Diary of a Neglecting Sister

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I’m reblogging one of the many insightful, funny, wise, well-written posts by one of my FAVORITE former students. Hunter has always had ‘it.’ I told her often in 9th grade that she needs to pursue writing. She just has…it. I hope you take a few minutes to read through her blog and see the world through a high school senior’s eyes. This friends, is the future. Hunter and many more talented, smart, witty young adults are about to go out into the world and take it: explore it, learn it, change it, and lead it. This is our future! Read Hunter’s blog here. Thanks, friends. –Mrs. Momblog
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Originally posted on The Hunter Gatherer:

Today I did something I have never done before.

I initiated a conversation with my little nine year old sister… Okay well, by initiate a conversation I mean I mumbled “shit” to myself because I realized I had used the last of the milk and I needed it in the morning for my daily three cups of caffeine, so then I had to save it by asking Meghan, “Ship.  I was thinking of how I want to go on a cruise.  Don’t you think we should go on a cruise Meg?” 

She looked up at me and her face lit up and her hazel eyes twinkled.  She could barely finish her sentence because she was grinning so much.   

Why was she so happy?  Was it because the Shake It Up marathon?  Could she not wait to break out her fierce 64 Crayola crayon pack tomorrow? Was it because tomorrow…

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Don’t Drive Like a D-Bag in the Snow

My father taught this Western New York girl how to handle snowy roads in 1995, and I’ve been doing pretty well ever since.  Some winters are better than others, and some days I’m white-knuckling the steering wheel and sending all of my “Please Jesus, God, Mary and Joseph, PLEASE help a girl out” plea bargains up to the sky as I manage the back country roads.

Today was one of those days.  Today, the Polar Vortex/Winter Storm Ion/Blizzard ’14/Where The Hell Is Summer Anyway  ravaged much of the country and royally messed up my drive home. I was  not one of the unfortunate drivers who was stuck battling all of downtown at rush hour to get down tiny one way streets because the thruway was closed.  No, I was a girl in a minvan driving through country roads of open fields, with snow drifts and ruts and whiteout conditions that required me to rely on my autopilot “I think the stop sign is coming up soon so I’m just going to instinctively stop here because I can’t see shit” skills.

I encountered ice, drifts, slush, sun, and complete and total d-bags.

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Douchey drivers, please read:

1. Turn your f’ing headlights on.  I would LOVE TO KNOW that you are coming towards me in WHITE OUT CONDITIONS. Just turn your headlights on for the rest of us, assface.

2. I get that I’m in a minivan. I get that typically all minvan drivers are “stupid women drivers who don’t know what the hell they are doing.” (I take offense to that. Aside from my speeding ticket which specifically said on the bottom of the ticket, “Drivers daughter was ‘about to pee her pants’ and driver was trying to get to Burger King”) I have been a pretty good driver in my van. Anyway, if you are driving a truck, you do not need to show your ultra tough “Look at me, I’m driving a big truck so I can speed in a blizzard” persona. Do not pass, do not get on my ass and make me feel like I’m 92 and driving 20 in a 55 on a summer day, do not speed in the other direction and come barreling down the middle of the road while talking on your freaking cell phone.  Want to know why?  Because you are driving like a douche and I want to get out of my van and hit you with the hockey sticks that are in my trunk.

3. Use your hazards.  This is not going to make you any less of a man.  This is not saying to other drivers, “I am scared and a wimp and I can’t handle this.”  But if you are driving a two-door Chevy Cavalier and are driving 10 MPH, then turn them on…that way I CAN SEE YOU AS I GET BEHIND YOU RATHER THAN REAR-ENDING YOU BECAUSE REMEMBER?  IT’S AN F’ING WHITEOUT AND I CAN’T SEE SHIT!

4. Turn signals would be nice.  Not just in a blizzard, but in any weather.

5. Travel bans are not an invitation for you to say, “F it, let’s see how this baby handles.” Stay off the roads, asshat.  You are not only putting yourself in danger, but also emergency response workers and plow crews who are just trying do their job. Stay home. Please.

Stay safe, people of the Polar Vortex/Winter Storm Ion/Blizzard ’14/Wherethehellissummeranyway.  Stay safe, stay home, and don’t drive like a DB.

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