Hurry, Hurry!
By: Clydia Forehand, PhD.
http://www.nea.org/neatoday/0403/lastbell.html
"Hurry up, children; don't lag behind." "Please face the front; please stay in line." "We've all got to hurry. We must take a test" "And hope we are better than even the best."

'Way at the back, a young girl on her knees Was not facing front; she was looking at leaves. There on the ground, she held one to see She looked at it closely; looked up at the trees.

"Miss Giffrey, Miss Giffrey, could you tell me how" "This leaf is so different from that one. Right now?" "Miss Giffrey, Miss Giffrey, I just want to know" "Why do leaves fall?" And "How do trees grow?"

Miss Giffrey was saddened; she wanted to teach. She wanted to show them the veins in the leaf The wonders of chlorophyll; osmosis, too. Instead she said, "Please do as I asked you to."

The child put the leaf down and stood in the line. They all had to hurry; it was almost time. The schedules were set; the test was at nine. "Hurry up, children; don't lag behind."

They all took the test; they did pretty well. Their scores became data; not stories to tell. Somebody, someplace, entered those scores And somebody, someplace, compiled a report.

Miss Giffrey's and all other classes that year Were ranked in an order that made it quite clear Who were the winners and who was in trouble And who'd better make better scores in the future.

Miss Giffrey did well; the report in the paper Make her and her class and her school look quite able To teach things that mattered; to make sure kids learned And like every story, this one's pages turned.

The child in the back, who had looked at the leaf; Been told not to dawdle; been taught not to see. Grew to adulthood, a product of schools That taught how to test and to follow the rules.

Miss Giffrey kept teaching; but teaching had changed There were scripts now to follow. 'Please don't deviate.' Said the words in bold print at the top of each page 'Take the lessons in order, teach the lessons the same.'

Test scores were rising, and, each year, believe me Everyone said how much kids were achieving "They're learning so much" People said to each other. It's so good to know now that schools aren't in trouble.

And Sarah, that young girl who'd once found the leaf, Soon learned not to look; soon learned not to see. Like everyone else, she walked in a line. 'Cause she had been taught she could not lag behind.

There are so many children, from so many places To test for conformity really erases. All that they are; all that they dream All that they look for and all that they see.

Taught not to question; taught not to ask. Stay in your seat; stick to the task. Each one so different; each boy and each girl. They are lag behind children in a hurry up world.