Happy Sunday night to you . . . and for all of you Big Bro watchers out there, I’m just sick, sick, SICK that Aaryn is HOH this week. Bleck.
I’m jumping on here to write a quick post. Although jumping is not really the right word. I think if you know me at all, you would know that jumping is something I just do not do.
I’ve seen some people around the blogs and on Facebook and here and there and everywhere talking about privacy folders. Test folders. Giant fences in which kids set up on their desks in order to cut down on all the looking and spying and cheating happening in first grade. I mean, it’s rampant. Those kids will just help one another out like we’re a big ole family and one for all and all for one. Which is what I tell them almost every day except when it comes to a test. And then I’m all, “You may NOT help your neighbor, you may NOT help your best friend, you may NOT beg your buddy for an answer, you may NOT talk to anyone, this is a SERIOUS test that the powers-that-be think we need to take and they forgot you were only six years old and as friendly as the day is long.”
I hate tests. Even as an adult, I can’t stand the part of a staff meeting when we’re supposed to think quietly on our own and write something down on a sticky. (Even worse is writing down what our group came up with on chart paper.)
Anywho . . . I know you can buy some expensive test/privacy shield/barbed wire fences from some wonderful places. But if, instead, you’d rather spend your money on pom poms and paper lanterns and new Adirondack chairs for your library, well then I have a possible solution for you. And you don’t have to write anything on a sticky or chart paper, either.