Mary Hudson on working in the progressive utopia of public education:
There was an ethos of hostile resistance. Those who wanted to learn were prevented from doing so. Anyone who “cooperated with the system” was bullied. No homework was done. Students said they couldn’t do it because if textbooks were found in their backpacks, the offending students would be beaten up… I tried everything imaginable to overcome student resistance. Nothing worked. At one point I rearranged the seating to enable the students who wanted to engage to come to the front of the classroom. The principal was informed, and I was reprimanded. This was “discriminatory.”
Is anyone learning anything? I doubt it. There has been a decided lack of learning, everywhere at every level in Canada.
This is the feral black culture that is put on a pedestal and worshipped by the media and progressives.
When I was going to high school (80-85 grades 9-13), academic segregation existed. For those who were Catholic the segregation started in grade 11, that was when one had to pay tuition in order to attend Catholic high school. Many of my former low-performing classmates’ parents realized their child wasn’t academically inclined and opted to send them to a public high school, which were also segregated. There were academic public high schools (known for sending participants to the numerous international and national academic competitions and doing well), there were public high schools that were renowned for their sports teams, there were two public high schools that were geared for the trades, a high school that fashioned itself as a performing arts school (Fame was a big show back then) and then there were the high schools known for criminality/easy girls/a place one could score drugs and which didn’t have many/any students who went on to grade 13 (which was a requirement in Ontario to go to university)–these high schools tended to be populated by folks whose parents were “chronically unemployed”–one thing I noticed when we played football against them…their stands were a lot “darker” than our stands.
Yet another person who became a teacher because she thought she could help the little brown children, and wound up learning the hard way what any sensible person could have told her—most of them are not worth trying to educate.
Once again: America has never had a problem with guns, crime, or failing schools. It has a problem with the feral Negroids stupidly turned loose rather than deported to Liberia in 1865. Sems them packing and most of America’s problems will leave with them.
Rock and roll was not worth this.
Maybe not R&R … but definitely worth Jazz (esp. Hard Bop) and The Blues!
I know I cannot cure your racism … but a here’s a little story to help illustrate part of the problem. I had a friend who taught math for a while at Castlemont HS in the darkest, poorest, corner of the Oakland urban ghetto. And she had one little natty-headed girl (will I get banned for saying that?) who was naturally gifted in math. She aced every test, and did extra work. Then, suddenly, the girl stopped turning in homework and was failing. My friend held her after class and asked what was happening. The girl said she showed her father all her good grades … and he hit her. Hit her and said she was bragging and trying to humiliate her father. Add to that, her classmates who called her a sell-out, crackah-lover … and she was bullied into not doing her class work. Seems as though doin the white mans work was not cool.
But this was more a ‘cultural’ problem than a ‘race’ problem. This girl had an outstanding IQ … but her “urban” culture shamed her for achievement in the honky school system. It’s not a racial issue … but a cultural one. The gangsta-rap culture has got to change. Young black girls like this kid need to escape their plantation of ignorance, hate, and racial division.
What other culture has EVER punished academic achievement or the pursuit of academic excellence? Asian? (shit–we revel in high marks…my parents were ready to make me quit working at McDonalds when I brought home my only B in high school a 79.5% in grade 11 physics so I “could concentrate on my studies.”). White folks? (I don’t think so).
I was beaten BY A TEACHERRRRRRRR in grade 1 for flipping ahead in those gawdawful soul numbing ‘dick and jane’ readers. allow me to provide an example:
See Spot.
See Spot run.
Run Spot.
Run.
I can actually recollect the feeling I had at the time, 6 yrs old thinking, migawd, is THIS all there is to ‘reading’? I gotta look further in this ghastly thing and find something worthy of my advanced skill lev ……
HB!!!! PAY ATTENTION !!!! CONTINUE WHERE WE LEFT OFF !!!!!!!
uh . . . . . um . . . . . . .
the BYATCH whalloped me and, to add insult to injury, REFUSED to allow me to *clearly demonstrate* my skills. this was the same one combed my hair like a little hitler just before class pics, then back again to fool my mother who was livid when I brought them home.
this was also the one when I finally got so bored I decided to do the drawing assignment, accused me, the class pariah, of getting someone else to do it for me.
edjukaSHUN all the way !! on the taxpayers’ dime !!!! protected by unionboy aka teacherrrrrs federation!
I know all about that sort of thing.
My grades were average at best throughout my primary grades. One reason was that I was bored out of my gourd. It wasn’t until high school that I began showing that my brains were for more than just keeping my ears from colliding.
I recall that in my Grade 7 school, there was an advanced class of some sort. Only people with high grades were eligible and, although I knew I was probably clever enough to qualify, my report card indicated something different.
Then again, I grew up in a small town in a remote part of the country. There was only one junior and one senior high school at the time and the curricula had to be geared to accommodate a wide range of capabilities. The result was that I had outstanding grades for most of my last two years of high school, the one major exception being phys ed and the teacher wasn’t particularly generous with his marking unless one came close to Olympic level.
Then I began my university studies and I found out that, perhaps, I wasn’t so clever. In fact, I barely finished in the upper third of my graduating class. As it turned out, that didn’t make much difference in the long run.
My son was difficult in school.
Every second year he had a teacher who he could get along with.
We took him to a psychologist to see where his attitude/frustration came from.
He was extremely bright….. smarter tham some of the teachers.
We treated him differently from then on, kept him engaged.
Now he is a 2nd Class power engineer, making $150+ grand a year. Well respected, and can scrap too.
As it turned out, I was far brighter than anybody thought, but I didn’t know that back then. It wasn’t until I was in my late 30s that I found out, after which I joined Mensa.
(But, as I tell people, I’m really not all that smart. If I was, how come I still put on my socks one at a time?)
Now here’s an interesting twist. After I took out Mensa membership, I found out that one of my high school teachers did as well. Both of us were pleased about having that in common.
My youngest son finished his 1st grade assignments with so much time to spare he begged the teacher for something else to do. So what did the 1st grade teacher in our upper, upper, middle class, highly ranked school district do for him? She gave him a stack of stained glass window outlines to color-in … we have bins full of his “extra credit” work. He was subsequently tested by the school district for their GATE (gifted and talented education) program. They did not accept him because he wasn’t a very “verbal” kid. No matter … he graduated from UCLA with a Math Degree (yes, he was a Caucasian Lost among Asians)… no thanks to his “highly ranked” public school teachers.