It’s a busy week here in the world of yours portly. The end of the first quarter is approaching rapidly, so every spare moment has been dedicated to chipping away at a mountain of history quizzes and tests. Needless to say, it’s slow going.
As such, school is on my mind—as it is pretty much every waking moment of August through May. Fellow teachers will understand that teaching is a profession that consumes your mental energy constantly.
Today the school is undertaking the pre-administration of the PSAT, the l’il brother of the SAT, which I proctored this weekend. Pre-administration is the process whereby students bubble in all of the sensitive personal information on an elaborate Scantron so they can receive their scores—and send them to the gaping maw of the academic-industrial complex.