It’s astounding to me how much we deal with superficiality and annoyances and how little we deal with root causes and actually removing problems.
When I was graduated from grammar school, I knew the eight parts of speech, could diagram a sentence, and had the multiplication tables memorized, just to name a few stellar attributes. This was a public school (a former cheese factory where they continued to place traps for the rats) in a poor, blue collar area. We learned to play competitive games, and to accept defeat when it inevitably arrived. There were music and art appreciation lessons. If you didn’t show up, a truant officer pursued you. If you didn’t perform well academically, you were “left back” to repeat the year. As the great influx of Cuban people arrived, their kids attended classes and learned English. They taught us to dance in gym class and once a week after school there was a “dance” in a classroom where the seats had been removed and a record turntable installed.
These traits were meant to prepare you for high school, where we met some tough characters and learned to deal with them. There were no appeals, no officers in the halls. But there was a school newspaper and a student council, and six different competitive sports, plus a debate team. No one ever was awarded anything for merely showing up. If you didn’t show up you were “awarded” a very hard time. We took driver’s education and learned how to parallel park.
This experience was supposed to prepare you for the job market, a trade school, or for some of us, college. We recently met for our 55th high school class reunion.
It seems to me this isn’t nostalgia or “the old times were better.” We’ve lowered standards continually in public education, due to pressure from teachers’ unions, misguided attempts at new math and an avoidance of memorization, and a disregard for the demands of proper English and language use. We’ve “papered this over” with online learning, teaching assistants, “social promotion,” and every other device to minimize students actually being rewarded for performing well.
If I ask a random student what a gerund is today, they think it’s a kind of fruit. And they think I’m a kind of nut. Perhaps so, but they’re not going to lead the life I lead despite having a better starting point.
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