Thursday, May 19, 2016
Test proctor is one of my favorite subbing gigs, so I was happy to get the call to help with state testing at the continuation high school last week. I was assisting another teacher. (She did the heavy lifting. I was the extra set of eyes to make sure the kiddos behaved.)
Wednesday was math day. So, everyone got a piece of scratch paper on which to work out the problems.
Test security is a big deal. There are protocols to be followed. They are very particular about keeping track of testing materials.
Scratch paper is considered testing material. At the end of the testing session, it has to be collected and returned to the site's testing administrator.
Two girls had finished their tests. Logged off and shut down the computer. So, with nothing to do, they started to talk.
No talking allowed during testing!
With no electronic devices allowed (we had collected their cell phones), they resorted to some old school texting. They grabbed the closest sheet of paper and wrote notes back and forth.
I probably should have warned them. But they were finally being quiet. And a little devil inside of me knew I was going to enjoy this next bit.
As expected, once they finished their "conversation" they went to get rid of the evidence. They headed for the trash. Of course, I intercepted them.
Oh, the look on their faces when they realized I was not going to let them just throw out that scratch paper.
I explained that it was testing material. I had to turn it in. It had to be accounted for. (I did not tell them that it would just be shredded without anyone actually looking at it.)
They turned it over. I put it in the testing box with all the other collected scratch paper. And I didn't bother to uncrumple it.
After they left, I did look. Because, really. You would have!
Apparently, neither girl anticipated "getting any" that night.