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My supervisor was on a business trip this afternoon visiting students' houses, I believe. To me was delegated the task of submitting her afternoon class to every JTE's favorite easy cheese lesson - the speaking test.
On average, I do a speaking test in at least one grade level every other week. All the kids know the drill: I sit in the hallway like a human spider and wait for them to trickle out of the classroom so I can harass them with grammar points they should have learned aeons ago. Occassionally, their classmates in other homerooms lean out of the windows and make interesting gestures behind the test-takers shoulders in an effort to get me to laugh.
Today promised to be the same as it ever was, except with more students leaning out of the windows, by virtue of the fact that there was no JTE in the classroom while I was in the hallway administering tests.
The bell rings, and I exit the classroom. The first student comes bounding out behind me with the biggest of grins on his face - my first big warning sign - and proceeds to blithely read his responses off of the answer sheet. Very funny, I tell him, and mark a zero on his grade sheet.
I ask the next question. He reads the answer straight from the practice sheet. I nix that one in the bud.
On average, I do a speaking test in at least one grade level every other week. All the kids know the drill: I sit in the hallway like a human spider and wait for them to trickle out of the classroom so I can harass them with grammar points they should have learned aeons ago. Occassionally, their classmates in other homerooms lean out of the windows and make interesting gestures behind the test-takers shoulders in an effort to get me to laugh.
Today promised to be the same as it ever was, except with more students leaning out of the windows, by virtue of the fact that there was no JTE in the classroom while I was in the hallway administering tests.
The bell rings, and I exit the classroom. The first student comes bounding out behind me with the biggest of grins on his face - my first big warning sign - and proceeds to blithely read his responses off of the answer sheet. Very funny, I tell him, and mark a zero on his grade sheet.
I ask the next question. He reads the answer straight from the practice sheet. I nix that one in the bud.