Pretty
Good
Written by an Alabama High School Student
about our College and Career Ready Standards
about our College and Career Ready Standards
There once was a
pretty good student, who sat in a pretty good class
And was taught the
state standards by a teacher, who let pretty good pass.
He wasn't terrific at
reading; he wasn't a whiz-bang at math.
But the state standards
for his education led straight down a pretty good path.
He didn't find school
too exciting, but he wanted to do pretty well,
And he did have some
trouble with writing, and nobody had taught him to spell.
When doing arithmetic
problems, pretty good was regarded as fine.
Minimal standards
were enough, with no need to be challenged all the time.
The pretty good class
that he sat in was part of a pretty good school.
And the student was
not an exception; on the contrary, he was the rule.
The pretty good
student in fact was part of a pretty good mob.
The first time he
knew what he lacked was when he looked for a pretty good job.
It was then, when he
sought a position, he discovered that life could be tough,
And he soon had a
sneaky suspicion pretty good might not be good enough.
The pretty good student
in our story lived in a pretty good state,
Which had pretty good
minimum standards, and prayed for a pretty good fate.
There was once a pretty good nation, pretty
proud of the greatness it had,
Which learned much
too late,
If you want to be great,
Pretty good is, in
fact, pretty bad.
