Showing posts with label Publik Educasion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Publik Educasion. Show all posts
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Back to School, Back to School!
Although I've been out of school for the better part of two decades now, "back to school" season still puts a sickening knot in my gut. Apparently this isn't a feeling that my oldest son shares. So far in his short school career he has enjoyed school, gotten good marks and loved his teachers. All this has left me wondering where I went wrong with him.
You see, in my day, students and teachers were viewed as polar opposites of the human spectrum like the Americans and Soviets in the Cold War. In fact that was a great visual metaphor because I can remember my older brother Bawb drawing epic war scenes of smoldering landscape where opposing battle tanks, some bearing the markings of the "Kid" army and some marked "Teachers," slugged it out in mortal combat.
I like to imagine that when I first shipped off to kindergarten Bawb donned his polished M1 helmet and gave me a gut-wrenching Pattonesque speech: "The teachers are the enemy! Wade into them. Make them cry for their mommies!"
But apparently that's not what it's like now. Now it's customary to give the teacher presents for Christmas (whoops, I mean "Winter Vacation") and other important (and completely secular!) holidays. When my wife told me this I suggested that we give the teacher a copy of my income and property tax bills as her present. I certainly don't remember giving gifts to teachers when I was in school. Actually I do, but they were generally left anonymously in or on teacher's desk and were never much appreciated.
My sister-in-law is also an elementary teacher and says she receives gifts. Also she told us a story of slipping and bumping down the stairs on her butt in front of her class. Her kids ran to her, all concerned for well being. If one of our teachers had fallen on her ass in front of us we all would have been laughing in her face! Times have changed I guess.
I toyed with the idea of pulling my boy out of this state-sponsored lovefest and homeschooling him where he could learn in a wholesome Christian environment of constant fear of an ass-whupping. Alas homeschooling wouldn't work for my family since I must work outside the home and my wife (like any woman worth marrying) is fully illiterate.
Perhaps not all is lost however. My younger son will be going to school in two short years. At three years old he is already rebelling against whatever forms of authority are presented to him. I cling to the hope that he will someday view his teachers as so many Nazi prison camp guards to be eluded and harassed... as God intended.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Vet Kicked From Class On Vets Day
On Veterans Day, a day we typically honor veterans, an Iowa two-time Iraq war vet was being kicked to the curb by Des Moines Area Community College (DMACC) staff. The veteran was turned away from class at the Ankeny campus because he had a service dog assisting him and the teacher felt it may be a distraction to other students. By law service animals must be admitted unless they are behaving inappropriately.
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DMACC Professor: "Screw you, baby killer, and your little dog too!" |
The dog helps the veteran with his post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Nicole Shumate, the executive director of a local nonprofit that trains service dogs explains: "A lot of times what the dog will do, is sometimes they will stand right in front of you so no one can approach too closely. They will watch behind you so if someone approaches behind you they will wag their tail, so the recipient will only see the tail wagging and it's just awareness that someone is close behind you.”
Although the instructor has since apologized, local veteran's groups remain livid. Harry Goldsmith, president of the local VFW post told us, "I can't believe my generation fought the Japs, Krauts, and both Italian soldiers for some fascist shenanigans like this to... Zzzzzzzzzz." The commander of the Des Moines chapter of the Vietnam Veterans Association, Huey Smith said, "I'd like to frag that teacher's commie ass!" The Des Moines chapter of the Fraternal Veterans of the Great War did not return our calls.
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Mr. Snuggikins: Dreaded scourge of academia |
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[Proffesor's quote based upon actual words he has probably spoken in the course of his life, though probably not all once.]
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