I had to post this…
When I was in the second grade, I was taken out of my class and asked to read in front of my Asst. principal’s office. Needless to say, I was freaking out, scared out of my wits. I kept asking what I had done wrong. Ok I am lying I was trying to figure out why Stacy had told on me about smacking her on her ass…yes, I was mannish as hell.
Well she proceeded to tell me that I am a bright you man, as if to see if I agreed. Hello, I’m in the second grade lady how would I know, I guess I am. Well then off to my principal’s office, she then asked me to read something. Now I’m freaking out again.
After reading she asked me to do some math problems, ok, now I just don’t care so I do them. She looks over them and asks me to change a fraction to a decimal. I do so, she asks me how did I learn this…well I am a child…stating in the most sarcastic tone I could find” channel 11”. God did I think she was dumb, doesn’t everyone watch PBS! So she asks, “What do you think of going to 4th grade next year”? Ok, sure.
Well, fast forward to the last few weeks of school, IOWA TEST SCORES! Mine were off the charts, for the only time ever my step-father even gave me a complement. However backwards it was, it was still a complement. All I thought was this was easy, the test that is.
The next year came and I went to the 3rd grade, everything was alright. Yes I did say the 3rd grade. My 2nd grade teacher felt I was too immature and lacked social skills to handle a leap like that.
Now before I say anything else I had one intellectual growth spurt in my life, 2nd grade was it. I had a grandmother who gave me the World Book Encyclopedia set and a teacher who was my hero! Take that with all that I absorbed from PBS and I was cooking!
My grandmother died when I was in 2nd grade and I hated everything…my abusive step-father that beat me for sport and told me in the real world I could not survive, but my brother who had more street sense than me could. He is two years my junior and for years hated me as much as I hated him. My classmates that seemed so damn childish to me until my grandmother died cause then I didn’t care how I acted. But I LOVED SCHOOL!
I loved my teacher she was like my replacement for my grandmother. To hear she felt that way killed me. I couldn’t understand, if I acted like I was mature kids beat me up my step-father beat me and all the adult reprimanded me. Some would even say I acted to old for my own good. I thought I did everything right, went to church, passed all my test, and blew that damned ITBS out the water by more than five years in all areas.
There have been several blogs I have enjoyed about education, but the blame game is wearing me out.
I know this is anecdotal, but everyone keeps telling me that education starts at home. I must ask when these happen to you at school education ends. I forgot the boy who flashed a gun at me in the seventh grade for getting an answer right that he got wrong I shut the fuck up quick after that. Education starts when the bell rings to start class, it continues when the bell rings again for our future to go home. Parents cant especially in our economic state right now to be the stellar PTA participants that we would like them to be. So don’t ram down the parents throats that it is their fault before we correct the system that they expect to do their jobs. And although I do wholeheartedly agree about increasing the wages, justify it by making them earn the check they have now and not allow an antiquated union system to keep useless check takers such as at least 30% of these sad ass teacher that exist.
Strength
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