It is Day 3 of the 2009 California Standards Test and it is quiet across the campus. Still. Ghost-like. Except for the traffic up on I-5 whistling like a turbine and leaning ceaselessly into the North wind. The South.
Our kids have prepared— not PREPPED– but prepared, all year. They studied the right stuff and learned the right skills and held the same data up to the magic moonlight like the rest of us did. So they are ready.
It is a precise science now– the advancement of a school toward the testing regime. There are balloons signaling “840”– our school-wide goal. As if anyone could forget that that is our school-wide goal. It is, after all, painted in fresh colors on our psyches. We set the goal ourselves and based it on some somewhat arbitrary variables like (1.) we have grown 40 points in one year before and (2.) the school down the street is at 840 and (3.) we are just 40 points better at teaching than we were at this time last year so (4.) what the hell! 840.
Now we are in it. And that heads-down, pencil-gnawing silence of testing is mixed in with a healthy dose of celebration. Every day. Today the staff will play the 7th and 8th graders in flag football. Yesterday there was a school-wide movie, a huge game of “Capture the Flag” and a chess tournament. The day before we cranked the music up and danced on the black top. Testing time is also a celebration of learning. We equate it with the team that practices all week long for a big game on Saturday. The practice is fun… but it doesn’t compare to the rush of competing in bright uniforms against another team.
Test days are game days!
Still, the nature of the whole testing thing worries me. There are at least these 10 things I hate about the test in California:
• It is a test of basic skills in language arts and math but we don’t test in the primary language of our students. So now it is not only a test of basic skills, it is a test of language acquisition. Our English Language Learners (ELL’s), on top of the other mountains they have to climb, are not really given a chance to show what they know.
• While the mobility rates of students is controlled for (students who transfer in after October don’t count toward the “840”)… they still count. Including the 4 that transferred in from other schools last week.
• We will have to wait for 3 months for the results. If we are leveraging the future of the nation on these results… why can’t we find the technology to score these things and get them back next week? We need the data.
• I have read California’ “Released Test Items”. I know what is on the CST’s. It covers some standards. But it misses plenty. Our kids are gifted in many ways and not all of those intelligences are tested. Most aren’t. They will get no credit for their musical or athletic talents. Their ability to speak two languages, a gift so many adults covet, will neither be assessed nor mentioned.
• Our 8th graders will be gnawing on their #2 pencils for 90 minutes a day, for 8 straight days. They will test in language arts, social studies, science and algebra. It is too much testing.
• I hate the bubbles. But I guess it is fun for kids.
• I hate that grade level Proficiency is harder to demonstrate in California than the rest of the country. The test is just harder. Other states are sand-bagging their kids so they have less “Program Improvement” schools. And they know it.
• I hate that there is no room for creativity. Daniel told me that the test is too easy and that the “questions suck”. He will get the maximum scaled score of 600, again, and for him the questions will suck.
• I hate that the California Standards Test is standardized, even if teaching and learning and children are not.
• I hate that we get only one shot at this.

But enough whining. There are at least as many things I like about the California Standards Test:
• The data will allow us to continue to improve and leverage significant, revoultionary change as a charter school.
• We will know that our students are learning and that they are learning what they are supposed to be learning.
• The content standards, the “rules of the game”, are now crystal clear. They are out there.
• Parents an students know what those rules are. They know what they have to master in order to be considered “Proficient”.
• Being “Proficient” matters to our students. To every one of them. It creates a clear, unambiguous goals for them to achieve and a pathway to work from.
• Our students are always going to fill in bubbles on standardized, multiple choice tests. They will fill in bubbles in AP geography mid-terms, on the PSAT and SAT and GRE, on the driver’s license exam and on the state Bar exam. Our students are learning great strategies (and developing healthy attitudes) about all of these. They are getting good at filling in bubbles.
• The CST is a school-wide culmination of learning. It is an EVENT. It is a celebration! We build towards it all year.
• The CST data is summative. It doesn’t help us make in-flight adjustments. So it inspired us to find our own assessment system; our own formative tests that help us monitor our students’ academic growth all year long. In real time.
• The CST gives every teacher, employee, student and parent a common mission; a target.
• The CST is data. You grow or you die. No excuses.

As I was writing these last few bullets… I noticed a few students going down to the rest rooms. They have been at it for nearly two hours and they are starting to emerge from the caves. Exhausted. But there is still a sparkle in their eyes.
“Morning guys. How did your testing go?”
“It was easy!” they answer in unison. Like they practiced it. Or expected it.
When they say it was “easy” it could be a good thing or a bad thing. We don’t know. We won’t know for three freakin’ months. In the meantime, we will celebrate teaching and learning and get ready for Day 4 of testing tomorrow. And we will try to preserve our undefeated record in flag football against a very test-weary but game group of 7th and 8th graders. And we’ll pump one more day’s worth of helium in the balloons.
Meanwhile, the sea breeze blows across the playground and the balloons bow. 840.



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We are two weeks from the 2009 iteration of the California Standards Test. The clock is ticking. We are prepared. We are in a zone. And we better be…considering the high stakes.
• High stakes because schools with low API’s (<700) will continue to replace those migrating veteran teachers with brand new inexperienced teachers who will take five years to learn their craft… and then they will migrate too. And while they are learning, those younger teachers will be just starting to raise families of their own. So you can expect those teachers to be out two to three months on maternity leave and to be temporarily replaced by long-term substitute teachers who have less training and less experience than the inexperienced young teacher they are replacing.
• High stakes because we are all compelled to strike hard against the mountainous challenge of quantifying children’s learning on the basis of a single standardized test. We will balance the winners and the losers and the inevitable damage caused when the best of intentions collide with unintentional consequences. And that is, by definition, high stakes– where our systems align poorly or not at all. And for that incongruence…our children pay.
Anne and I have just returned from New Orleans where we volunteered for service with
I wondered why so many of those uninhabited houses still bore the crimson “X’s” spray-painted by search and rescue teams and framing the cryptic code for the number of victims still inside. And I wondered how those search tattoos worked on the psyche of children and adults alike.





UCLA, Pepperdine, Cal State Long Beach, UC Irvine. Our students already visited San Diego State and the University of San Diego and UCSD when they were in 7th grade. As juniors at Chula Vista High School they will vist UC Santa Barbara, Stanford and UC Berkeley. By the time they are seniors, they will have been on the campuses and met the students of 15 to 20 colleges and universities. They will have been to the bookstores and worn the t-shirts and filed their photographs and memories. And of course, they will have demystified the college experience.
But in their experience here, in their exhaustion and deep reflection– some of which may even have been written down– 60 more American 8th graders will understand that we determine our own destiny. There are no limitations, no excuses, no barriers. They are as likely to be enrolled at UCLA in five years as any other scenario that they might themselves imagine. 
Gunpowder Point is bathed in ocean breeze and bird poop. It is now a protected marshland in what seems to be the last square foot of undeveloped land in Chula Vista. Bordered by freeway noise to the east, and insulated by acres of natural foliage, the Nature Center leans into that stealthy wind.
And all of this matters. The Nature Center is less than two miles from 
Imagine children rotating through varied learning opportunities over the course of a school day: contributing to data collection and exhibit management, developing individual research projects that make a significant contribution to the body of knowledge accumulated here, serving as museum docents and guides at the sting ray petting area, performing community service to help maintain the sprawling acres, advocating for green energy. Imagine children not just simulating the work of science, but being scientists. Contributing. Developing not just an appreciation for the fragile interdependence of living ecosystems, but a profound reverence for their own place in the world. Here there are owls and sharks, reptile and eel aquariums, there are marshland aviaries, and shoreline birds. There are rare sea turtles. There is an adult bald eagle. 

This is also the time period in which we cease to philosophize about the wisdom of standardized tests and what the pre-occupation with language arts and math might be doing to our students’ broader abilities to think and innovate and solve problems and reason. This is not the time to engage in the political debate. An NFL coach may not like the rules for sudden death overtime, but when you are out of downs on your opponents’ 20-yard line, you better just trot out your kicker for the game winning field goal and argue about the rules of the game later.
So we are playing to win. And when we win, we expect that there will be some interesting headlines in the morning newspaper. Something like:


This happened on the last President’s watch, the one that talked about patriotism and Christian values and keeping America safe. The one that imposed No Child Left Behind on America’ s schools and accelerated an era in which the illusion of accountability and achievement has merely driven schools to gun the motor, spin the tires in the mud, and lurch forward in the wrong direction in a cloud of spent energy and system-wide exhaustion. Just like the economy. President Obama said:
The second study came from the National Center on Family Homelessness who now estimate that one in every 50 American children is homeless. In summarizing the report 
In 1985 I bought my first personal computer– an Apple IIc with the chicklet keybpoard and alien screen. It seemed almost portable enough to carry around like a briefcase. Or maybe like a computer that could sit right on your lap. Compared to those old green Kaypros and clunky Apple IIe’s, it was revolutionary. I had a milk crate in my living room and that’s where I put the screen. I wrote my entire dissertation on my Apple IIc and stored every chapter on a box of labeled discs.
Then a teaching colleague named David Mika pulled up to Muirlands Junior High School with his new Macintosh thing. You could actually manipulate the cursor right on the screen and “Oregon Trail” evolved accordingly. And the discs were smaller and made of hard plastic. They just fit in your pockets better. They didn’t fly as well as the old floppy discs though. (I could flip the old discs halfway across the playground. Digital frisbees. They could put your eye out. But soon enough they were replaced by CDs which sailed three times as far as the floppies so I startted to feel better about where the technology was headed.) And so I upgraded my classroom with first generation Macintoshes while still making the best of the now-antiquated IIcs.
personal computer wars between IBM and HP and Compaq and Apple and others resulted in business disasters and technological wonders. Marketing pitches tapped into a nation’s fears about losing our humanity. IBM’s signature advertising campaign featured Charlie Chaplin in black and white, approaching the PC on a table adorned with a vibrant red rose. “High TECH”, said John Naisbett, “demands high TOUCH.” And thus, the rose.

In the range of
Now that I think about it, every outstanding teacher I have met since propping up my Apple IIc on a milk crate in 1985 seems to possess that common gift of Imagination. They all have an ability to integrate the use of new tools, new strategies, new technologies to heighten student engagement, and to engender extraordinary learning. They are willing to stretch and take risks. To imagine.

