The testing gods have spoken…
Well, it appears that the GEAP office either lost a bag of mail or it is hidden away at the central post office somewhere. My son’s GEAP results letter has not arrived, nor have those of several friends.
Today I sent his father to the CPS office to retrieve it. I have to admit, I was a bit apprehensive. I’ve heard of a few kids who’s scores dropped from last year. And while I know logically that it doesn’t mean anything, I just really didn’t want to see it. I know so much of that score depends on the kids’ mood, etc. I have repeated this mantra to others until I am blue in the face and I firmly believe it. Yet of course when it comes to my own child I fear it means that he’s leveling off to the norm.
So, he did indeed drop a few points on his gifted test score. Didn’t get into any 1st grade programs as he’s now sitting at what is probably right below the minimum needed to get in anywhere.
So it’s all a crapshoot with a few questions here or there making or breaking your entry into a program. He’s a bright kid who squeaked his way into a gifted program last year because he had a good test day. If he were testing for Kindergarten this year it would be whole different ballgame, what with all these smarties testing so well.
Of course I worry a little that in a few years he won’t be able to keep up with the accelerated curriculum unless I browbeat him constantly. But in the end, who cares? As long as he enjoys learning, that’s all that matters. And of course getting into a selective enrollment high school. (ha ha.)
Speaking of browbeating, for those who wonder what Kindergarten homework is like, the work is easy, it’s the mental engagement that seem difficult, at least in this household. Homework last night consisted of writing 5 words. This took a good twenty minutes as I dealt with the following behavior:
-Writing the word “poop” where a word should go
-Drawing a poop and writing “poo” where a word should go
-Acting like a robot, making robot noises
-Tipping chair so it toppled over then denying he caused it
-Poking his armpit repeatedly with pencil
-Claiming that he “cannot control himself” when I question his behavior
And THAT is why I don’t like homework.