It was a module test for the year tens today and I had the dubious pleasure of invigilating an exam. I don't mind it as a rule but when it's your own pupils and you're desparate for them to do well it's an incredibly tense experience. I was walking past my pupils, peering over their shoulders and trying to think the answers as loudly as possible in the hope they'd hear my thoughts. I clenched my fist in triumph if I saw them getting the answers correct and coughed if I saw them writing down one that was wrong. It's absolute agony. You have these pupils who you really geneuinely want to see succeed yet you're not allowed to give them any help. It goes against all my best teachery instincts.
Of course in any invigilation there's opportunity to play some little games, from the innocent 'guess the pupil's name' to the rather mean 'is that a boy or a girl?' or the old favourite of 'is that pupil sitting the higher paper or the foundation paper?'
And now it's the long wait to see how they've done. During the test my pupils kept grinning at me as I walked past so I figure that's a good sign, though it might just mean they're complete morons and have no hope of getting a half decent grade.
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2007-11-12 @ 21:23