
As the time for testing quickly approaches, students in Reading Workshop have the chance once again, to meet Martha, the Test Grader. 
Martha is a single mom, with a four  year old daughter named Emily.  Martha is just trying to get by day to  day.  This morning, at 6:00 AM, as Martha was getting ready for her job  as an Achievement Test Grader in a state far, far, away, her babysitter  called and said she couldn't watch Emily today.
After three phone  calls, she finally reached her sister, who agreed to watch Emily for the  day.  The only problem was her sister lived 20 miles away, so Martha  barely had time to get there, and then make it to work on time.
As  she rushed around the kitchen, eating a piece of toast while she picked  up, Emily spilled her cereal all over the floor.  Five minutes later,  after cleaning up the spill, Martha glanced at the clock and realized  she was going to be late.  She grabbed a cup of coffee to go, snatched  up Emily and bolted out the door.  She put Emily in the car, and jumped  in her seat.  As she reached across to buckle the seat belt, she spilled  her coffee down the front of her shirt.  "Oh @#$#@@#$," she thought.
She  unbuckled Emily and ran back in the house to change.  She searched high  and low, but there was nothing clean to wear.  She grabbed her cleanest  dirty shirt out of the laundry, shook it out, and slid it on.  Once  again, she and Emily headed for her sister's house.  Naturally, she hit a  construction zone two minutes from her sister's.  After sitting for 10  minutes, she finally got through.  She sprinted in, gave Emily a kiss  good bye, and headed off to work.  She had 11 minutes to make the 20  minute drive.
She was lucky, the construction only held  her up for 5 minutes this time through.  Unfortunately, her head pounded  with a migraine from the stress of the morning.  And work hadn't even  started yet.
She reached work, late again.  She stopped  by the pop machine, but didn't have any change for her morning dose of  Diet Coke.  As she rounded the corner, there stood her boss, with a mean  look on his face, and her daily stack of tests to score.
"Late again, I  see," he said with a scowl.  "Don't even think about taking a break  until you get this school's tests scored." With  her head pounding, no Diet Coke, and no time for Advil, Martha reached  for the first test.  Martha, the test grader opened your test.
How  will you score?
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