Yesterday we received my daughter's final middle school report card. And some other kid's test scores. Yes, everyone makes mistakes. These envelopes are all hand-stuffed by real human beings and the turn-around time is short. I get it. It's just the crowning touch on a year when my daughter (and our family) has felt less than valued by the school.
Of course, we care less than two hoots about the majority of standardized tests that kids are forced to take throughout the school year. We glance at the numbers, right before we throw them out. But it would be nice if they were actually her numbers. After all, data about some other child is technically personal and should be protected by some measure of confidentiality. Oh, yeah, and data about our child, too. Imagine that. I wonder who got her scores?
From the NWEA (creators of the MAP) website:
Measures of Academic Progress® (MAP®) creates a personalized assessment experience by adapting to each student’s learning level—precisely measuring student progress and growth for each individual.
Right now, as I hang on to poor Billy Smith's* MAP scores, I find this rather ironic.
To be clear: I am not angry, I am just worn out. Attention to detail--well, we know the Devil is in the details. But I wonder: maybe our school should have focused more on protecting confidential information and less on censuring young women for perceived dress code violations. Or less time tweeting about how they're all aligning themselves with the Superintendent's Vision and more time actually getting to know the kids?
Yes, I know. It's just a clerical error. But it's been a loooong year.
*not the real name