Our SCANTRON test marking machine broke recently. This was devastating news for many (read-almost ALL) of us who rely on it to mark the closed-answer questions on tests. We have to mark multiple choice by hand? That's bullshit!
But, it also felt like I lost a friend and colleague. I chose to honor this passing with a eulogy that I delivered in my head, while students were working on seat-work. Sure, it wasn't as touching as an actual memorial, but SCANTRON was such a tireless, hardworking S.O.B., that I feel it was an appropriate tribute.
Without further preamble, I present,
"A Eulogy for SCANTRON"
The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines SCANTRON as “The word you've entered isn't in the dictionary. Click on a spelling suggestion below or try again using the search bar above”, but it felt like so much more than that.
How well did we really know our SCANTRON? I come not to bury our machine, but to praise him/her/it.
When I first met SCANTRON, I was a young teacher, still wet behind the ears. But SCANTRON had already seen it all. It had marked typing tests, East vs West Germany quizzes and ‘There are Nine Planets in the Solar System” still scored a ‘True’ (Or [A], in SCANTRON language) on the answer card. My new approaches to teaching were fine, but SCANTRON always told me to just wait - things are cyclical in education and they always come back around again. I thought this was very wise for a machine that only read the world from right to left (or left to right if a technician switched the settings around). Sure enough, here we are.
It was well worth spending time with SCANNY, as it preferred to be called (only nerds called it TRON) and learn how it saw the world. Race, gender, age, grade - even names - were irrelevant. If you wrote in a number 2 Pencil, that was all that mattered to SCANNY. Objectivity ruled and was an understated beauty in that. I hope I can mark student work with a similar neutrality.
SCANNY saw a lot of technology over the years. Photocopiers changed from boxy, metal behemoths to sleek, molded plastic, well, behemoths. The phones we staff used migrated from the walls to our pockets. Staplers got waaaay crappier. But SCANTRON was constant. SCANTRON was the same. The simple work ethic of getting the job done and not caring that you look like a 1960’s Bond villain computer/nuclear detonator is a lesson we could all learn from.
I can count on one hand the number of times I remember SCANTRON breaking. A tireless, consistent workhorse that took in unmarked student work and spit out time on a summer deck is all I ever saw when I looked at it. If I have a career half as long and diligent, I will count myself lucky. You will be missed by all of us, old friend - peace be with you
Reading this still chokes me up a bit. If you have any happy memories of SCANTRON or other similar marking machines in your school, please share below.