The director deftly props his head
mid a barely stifled yawn.
The conference he has led
though his legion’s minds are gone.
Well meaning attendants
log their two cents worth;
We who have antsy pants
try to maintain our mirth.
They preach the litany of objectivity;
a bean counted is their fare.
On the question of accountability:
“What beans?” Are we not to care?
Collect the data, and plug it in;
the evaluator’s job is done.
Store in a teacher or student bin
just as long as it fits in one.
The reality of the testing:
grease the Department’s gears,
And objections to the nesting
fall loudly on stone deaf ears.
The speaker drones, “I am just
saying what I should say.”
Listen to this stuff, I dutifully must,
and report it the federal way.
Game gamers try to restate the gist.
cries of amen should be a sign;
But objections vanish in the mist
of No Child Left Behind.
Evaluation of a Project Evaluators Conference
Department of Education, Washington, DC
“Objections and Amens”
Copyright © 2006 Michael J. McCabe
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