It's 7:45 AM. It's a beautiful spring morning: there are birds twittering in the trees outside our classroom; the scent of flowers and growing things is in the air; the temperature is rising slowly as Helios drives his chariot higher and higher into the sky. A marvelous morning.
And my students sit in their rows, noses down, pencils being chewed, bubbling in column after column of empty bubbles, making multiple-choice choices. They're taking the last of their state tests.
They don't hear the birds. They don't smell life in the air. They don't see the increasing blueness of the sky. They're trying to decide if the passage they just read is an example of satire or parody.
I think irony is a more apt description.
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