Communist teachers–totally in charge
Another full year of educational malpractice has begun. Ready for some Far Left Crazy, boys ‘n’ girls? Oops, sorry! I should’ve said “purple penguins.” There’s no such thing as boys or girls.
For our first lesson, class, we’ll talk about getting rid of pieces of the Bill of Rights! You don’t really need all those silly rights, do you?
They should stop calling it “public education.” The only thing public about it is our taxes. We, the undefended public, have no say in who gets to teach, or what they teach, or how much to pay for it. We just pay. And let the teachers’ unions indoctrinate our kids.
When the bill for this comes due, it’ll be high. Very, very high.
Interesting synchronicity, I just finished an article in Chicago Business News about teachers planning to strike despite the fact that the average teacher there makes $100k per annum and the mayor has offered them a 16% increase. And their pensions are breaking the state. And they are teaching nonsense like that you mention in this post. Un Real.
It was less than 20 years ago that New Jersey got its first $100,000-a-year public schoolteacher. Now every district in the state has bunches of them. Thanks to our lavish pension program, which welds the teachers’ union to the Democrat Party (perfect together), New Jersey could very easily follow Illinois into bankruptcy.
Every time I see pictures of teachers today — especially the social-justice-warrior types — I remember how the teachers of my youth (including college, from which I graduated in 1963) used to dress: suits for the men; suits, dresses, or skirts and blouses for the women. Now most of them dress like slobs, or, at best, like children at a playground.
Even when I went back to graduate school years later (1978), I was blessed to wind up at a university where professors still dressed like ladies and gentlemen. They were an inspiration to me. Until the day I retired from college teaching myself (2009), I always wore business suits or at least skirts and blazers to teach in. I used to point out to my students that I dressed that way to show my respect for them and for the material we were studying. (One of my better students once responded, “Yeah, and look at how we dress for you!” — But that was after we’d all developed good classroom rapport, and I laughed just as hard as everyone else.)
Somehow I never pictured you showing up in flip-flops, torn blue jeans, and a badly stained Che T-shirt.
Makes me sad to see this.