I am a product of what's now refereed to as "Social Promotion".
Every year wold start off well until standardized test time came, that's
when I'd fall behind. Everything would begin moving so fast and the
teachers would keep saying "We're behind, we're behind!". Chapters got
skipped, reviews got skipped, practice tests got lumped together. Once I
fell behind my mother was offered SSI to put me in Special Ed but she
declined. Every year, despite failing I was promoted and my issues with
school only got worse. I never knew what the Resource Room was or why I
was in it until now in my later years. It's a sad cycle because the
parents are products of a poor educational system left to try to
compensate for what they're kids aren't learning in that same system.
Being that the parents don't know it, and the schools don't teach it,
the kids suffer. In a song I did called "Good Job" which I used to talk
about a lot of this stuff, I said "I wasn't bad enough to be saved or
good enough to be praised, perhaps I was left alone to slip through the
cracks" and I was. - Good Job http://youtu.be/USX7NHfiwyc