This TESTING is driving me crazy! This testing is DRIVING me crazy. This testing is driving ME crazy! This testing is driving me CRAZY!
I am also available for one-line parts in Woody Allen movies discussing how the sodium content of pretzels wreaks havoc with human hydration. Or I can drive your horse, Rusty, with your hansom cab while you are away at Disney World with your family. I can sell you my life stories for your autobiography. Take your cans and bottles to Michigan for recycling. Interview you on my Merv Griffin set. Sell your moth-riddled cabana clothes to the second-hand store, along with your collection of old records. I can tell your girlfriend that she needs a nose job. Take a too-revealing photo of you for your Christmas cards. Get you a powerful shower head to replace that low-flow one. Portray syphilis, or fling Junior Mints willy-nilly in the operating theater.
Sorry. I digressed. This state testing is taking up time. I can't give homework because we don't want the testees (heh, heh, I said testees) stressed out. I'm not giving homework to the students who are in class, but testing at a different time, either. Then there's the issue of what to assign some classes while I am out of the classroom testing my own students next week.
The end of the year. It is the best of times. It is the worst of times. But mostly, it's the BEST of times.