At least those striking teachers are getting enough to eat! |
The first was a year-long stint as an adult education teacher of graphic design at a prestigious art college in Washington, D. C. Even though many of the students were years older than I, that didn't stop them from being big crybabies. It was then that I realized that anyone who wanted to learn did, and the rest were just there for the credits. The next time was years later in Salt Lake City, where I attempted to teach sixth-graders the fundamentals of art. Working at a school one block from my home allowed me to go home for lunch every day and down a glass of red wine to get through the afternoon. Those kids drove me to it--them and that horrid Amy Wadsworth, the school's tight-ass principal.
Schools in America are daycare centers, plain and simple. Kids naturally have tons of energy and all they want to do is run around, play outside and make spitballs. They don't want to learn just because someone says it's now time to learn, they learn when and where they want and in unexpected places. Teachers are simply the hired thugs who keep them in line. And that bunch in Chicago, the birthplace of thuggery, are the worst of the lot. God forbid they should have to prove that they are worth their pay by having their students pass a knowledge test! Obviously, the very fact that their students are now on the streets for a second week, or home alone because their parents work, is proof that the striking teachers care little for their charges and only for themselves.
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