It's all bullshit.
I will make my point.
But first some background in a somewhat stream of consciousness.
I never cared for school growing up. I always felt that I was smarter than my teachers and smarter than everyone else and I was going to do things my way. This caused me to wind up in the principal's office on almost a daily basis.
I basically coasted through school up until 11th grade. I put in the effort I had to, nothing more, nothing less. School didn't excite me and I was bored all the time. I thought geometry was a waste of time and so was almost any other subject other than Social Studies.
I was obliterating my junior year in HS. I wasn't showing up for class, I wasn't showing up for school, I wasn't doing homework. I took my PSAT's and got an 850.
My parents decided that I needed a change and sent me to a local private school in the hopes that the personalized attention and small class size would help.
It didn't. I still didn't care. In fact I didn't care more because the other students at the school were there, more or less, for the same reason I was there.
My math teacher at this private school was a failed priest with a sociology degree that had no idea what he was talking about. I once asked him in the middle of class, "Mr Costa, do you have any naked pictures of your wife?" When he replied, "No," I asked him if he wished to purchase some from me. I got two weeks detention.
The science teacher, Mrs Amy was a hardcore Catholic. I muttered "Jesus Christ" under my breath and she slapped me with a week detention. I muttered it again to make sure she heard it and she slapped another week on.
I got more detentions here and there. Mostly had to come in on Saturdays for entire day "as punishment." Big deal. I was left alone in building. I found out where the TV was and watched or either slept.
I went back to my high school in September, and just continued. I barely graduated. I had no plans to go to college and the guidance counselors had no plans to guide me.
Oh, did I mention that my mom was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer two months before I graduated. She died that November.
But even without her dying, I was in no way ready for college emotionally. I also had no idea what my career was going to be.
Right after high school I worked for my dad's printer on 8th Ave and 14th as a messenger. I loved it. I was making $150 a week! I worked in Manhattan. I thought I was so cool.
The January after graduation I enrolled at the local community college. I put down Business as a major because everyone else did and that is what I thought my dad wished me to do.
I did not do well. And kept on not doing well through several semesters. The same went for my choice of jobs.
I started working in a deli in 1987 and I liked it, the money was good, but it was not something I wanted to do long term. In fact during this time my Jewish great aunt was kvetching to me to go "learn a trade."
I soon moved out and around the time I was 27 I had an epiphany. I better get my ass in gear. And I did.
I think what did it for me was that I decided that going to and doing well in college was for me, not my dad. I had to want it for myself. I also had to want a career, for myself.
So what is the point I am getting at?
These so called exams that are determining and predicting whether or not a 3rd grader or a 12th grader is career and/or college ready are bullshit. All these exams do is show what the students can memorize, jot down, create, whatever. It doesn't show emotional readiness or what is in the students heart.
I am/was just as smart as the nerds in my high school that went to Brown, Yale, med school, law school, or whatever. They just took tests better and gave a shit more than I did and conformed more than I did.
Two of the stupidest people I know are my brother in law and my cousin. They are both lawyers. They have no clue of the world outside of the law.
I had a friend at one time who had graduated from the University of Chicago. Hell, he was book smart, but I teased him that if he ever go lost in the woods, he would have no idea what to do.
My son wants to play Major League Baseball (I tell him that I will be happy if baseball helps facilitate him getting into college). Does he need to know trig to hit a ball or to throw a slider? Oh, I swear there is one Elite right now that is saying, "Well with Math and Science you can learn why a slider breaks as it does." Yeah, does Mariano Rivera really care how and why is cutter breaks?
I can see a point in high school students taking a more rigorous exam to see if they are truly career and/or college ready. But 9 year olds?
These exams are foisted upon us and created by Elites who think that everyone aims to excel and be as wonderful as they think they are.
I am not trying to sound uncaring, but the world needs ditch diggers and Al Bundy's.
I am more concerned that my son puts an effort everyday into his schoolwork and whatever else he enjoys. The tests are bullshit.
I want him to go to a great college but that depends more on him than taking bullshit exams. It depends what kind of person he becomes as well.
As far as a career for him, do what you want and do what makes you happy. Just put an effort into what you do and be the best that you can be.
A generation is being lost. It is time to make those is charge responsible for hurting our children.