Me: You have come to every testing date, and we still have not been able to get your child to go test.
Parent: I know. If I could come with them, they would do it.
Me: Unfortunately, that is not going to happen. The test is secured material.
Parent: What do I do?
Me: Unfortunately, there is nothing to do, except go home. Your child won't test, therefore they will not qualify as G/T. They will be ineligible to any G/T magnets to which you have applied.
Parent: There is no other testing date?
Me: This is the last one.
Parent: I don't know what to do.
Me: The only thing you can do ... go on home.
Though I work at a K-8 school (Kindergarten through eighth grade), I'm really a secondary person. Give me your sulky, your back-talking, your hormonal crazed teenager, and I am in my element. Random hugs and involved conversations about a goldfish name Fred? Not so much.
Every year we have four year olds that refuse to test. They are so distraught by having to leave their parent(s), that they have a meltdown. I have no patience for this sort of thing. -- If it were a teenager with a lip ring, implanted horns, and tri-colored hair crying about their boyfriend, no problem (yes, that happened). But someone not tall enough for adult rides falling to pieces? Ugh.
Parent: I know. If I could come with them, they would do it.
Me: Unfortunately, that is not going to happen. The test is secured material.
Parent: What do I do?
Me: Unfortunately, there is nothing to do, except go home. Your child won't test, therefore they will not qualify as G/T. They will be ineligible to any G/T magnets to which you have applied.
Parent: There is no other testing date?
Me: This is the last one.
Parent: I don't know what to do.
Me: The only thing you can do ... go on home.
Though I work at a K-8 school (Kindergarten through eighth grade), I'm really a secondary person. Give me your sulky, your back-talking, your hormonal crazed teenager, and I am in my element. Random hugs and involved conversations about a goldfish name Fred? Not so much.
Every year we have four year olds that refuse to test. They are so distraught by having to leave their parent(s), that they have a meltdown. I have no patience for this sort of thing. -- If it were a teenager with a lip ring, implanted horns, and tri-colored hair crying about their boyfriend, no problem (yes, that happened). But someone not tall enough for adult rides falling to pieces? Ugh.
