Happy birthday, Dr. Seuss! Thanks for inspiring me to write this tale:
Every kid down in School-ville liked their teachers a lot. But the Grinch, who lived just north of School-ville, did NOT!
The Grinch hated teachers! In every single season! No need to ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
In whatever the paper, the Times, Post, or News, the Grinch spouted hatred in his educational views.
Staring down from his office with a wrinkled, furrowed frown, the Grinch conspired to turn education upside down.
“And they’re doing art projects,” he snarled with a sneer. “This is the apocalypse! It’s practically here!”
Then he grunted, with his Grinch fingers briskly drumming, “It’s no time like now for reform to be coming!”
For before, all the school girls and boys would wake bright and early. They’d walk into the classroom with a disposition not surly.
But then! Oh, that Grinch, and his planning of plans! He decided, “No more! I will stop this if I can!”
So the Grinch, so much wisdom, said, “My idea’s the best, the best the best!” “The only way to teach is to the TEST, the TEST, the TEST!”
And all the school girls and all the school boys could come to school now with the least bit of joys.
They couldn’t smile, they couldn’t dance, they couldn’t jump, they couldn’t sing. They could color in bubbles until the bell rings!
“And those teachers,” said the Grinch, as he rapped upon his window. “I must figure out a way for them to go!”
And so it was the plan of that sticky old Grinch, to measure their value and see if scores inched.
“If they inch forward,” he said, “you’re doing your job. If they centimeter back, you’re a no good slob!”
What value would be added by the Grinch’s device? A system where virtually nothing was nice.
If not for the school girls and boys, the teachers would have quit. They’d have cried long before, “It’s enough with this spit!”
But in fact, no they didn’t go down without a fight. They plotted and planned all through the night.
And finally when the Grinch was suspecting it least, there rose up an anguished roar from the ivory tower’s feet!
And there, charging, up to the Grinch’s domain were students, parents, teachers, and people all the same!
They cried, “Out with the Grinch! Get out of our schools!” The Grinch only bellowed, “Silence, you fools!”
“Only I know what our schoolchildren need: It’s testing, and testing, and testing. You see?”
Over their roar they failed to hear, until they got near, what the Grinch was so stridently arguing. Some parents declared, as they climbed up the stairs, “You can bet that we will be suing.”
They hollered and fought to reclaim the lives, of the boys and the girls who’d someday change lives.
“Our future depends on a sound education! Why are you ruining the chances of the School-ville nation?”
The battle ensued, they drew a line in the sand. The politicians, too, all took a stand.
They realized it was time to give the schools back to School-ville. They said, “Wait a minute, what we’re doing is evil!”
And finally, it happened, that the Grinch was defeated. But never could the memories from School-ville’s minds be deleted.
They always recalled those dark days with shame. When they were just pawns in the politics game.
And when they regrouped and reestablished their school, it was only the Grinch who looked like the fool.