FCAT, FCAT Oh My!

For our 8th graders, FCAT writes has come and gone. Another year, and another set of essays.  Still threatening, is the hulking figure of the March dated FCATS, our reading, math, and for an elite few, science, is nearer than ever.  

For the few of you who haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing an FCAT, be warned.  A tinge of irony can be tasted every waking minute of the test, the previous rush and cramming of its studying compared to the extraneously long, boring testing period.  The testing period is riddled with minute after minute of intense, screaming mundaneness. When one is done with a section of the subject, spans of monotonously repetitive nothingness are sure to ensue.  While moments of strain can, in theory at least, be had in the rush for the finish, it’s usually a walk in the park from all the effort we put into, well, not failing (or you can be awesome and ‘Christmas Tree’ the anwser sheet when you run out of time). 

From an apparent additive bonus to a teacher salary, to a simple backbone to passing your grade, the FCAT is important, to a point, but some otherwise elegantly presented brouhaha heck-bent on prodding our patience and resolve to a breaking point when ’put on the spot.’ At least in my opinion. 

Make sure to leave an appropriate comment on your opinion of the FCAT.

 by Harrison T.