Man, I did it again. In my last post I was griping about the errors in my work that got past me, and there I found two or three more. I give up!! If, when you read me, I don't make sense, just guess at it! You probably won't be too far wrong.
Yesterday, I received an email from my granddaughter. I think it is just priceless, and it goes right along with the school situation I have been complaining about - you know, the things teachers are required to do, or not allowed to do, due to some state or federal regulation. Well, anyway, that's what I started out to do, but I guess I did get a little sidetracked on some of it.
Anyway, this came as a forwarded email. It had already been forwarded two or three times, to a whole bunch of people each time, and there was no originator's name attached, so I guess I am legal in putting it here. I think it is so true! and so priceless.
After being interviewed by the school administration, the prospective teacher said:
Let me see if I've got this right.
You want me to go into that room with all those kids, correct their distruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their dress habits, censor their "T"-shirt messages, and instill in them a love for learning.
You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and secually transmitted diseases, and raise their sense of self-esteem and personal pride.
You want me to teach them patriotism and good citizenship, sportsmanship and fair play, and how to register to vote, balance a checkbook, and apply for a job.
You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of antisocial behavior, and make sure that they all pass the final exams.
You also want me to provide them with an equal education regardless of their handicaps, and communicate regularly with their parents in English, Spanish, or any other language, by letter, telephone, newsletter, and report card.
You want me to do all this with a piece of chalk, a blackboard, a bulletin board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies me for food stamps.
You want me to do all this, and then you tell me . . . .I CAN'T PRAY?
Thank God for teachers who ARE still willing to try to do all these things.
And, on the outside back cover of this month's Country magazine, I read "IT ISN'T WHAT GOES INTO YOUR MOUTH THAT HURTS YOU -- IT'S WHAT COMES OUT OF IT."
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I'm still here reading your blog...You haven't run me off with your bloopers! If you want to feel better, there are plenty of blog comments that are all over the internet which are FILLED with errors of all types. By the way, when my kids were in school, the emphasis was on "expressing yourself" when given a writing assignment. Grammer, spelling, punctuation, etc, was not important. I remember being shocked by this at first. But, those kids could sure say some marvellous things (I've kept a lot of their papers) because they were not intimidated by the bondages of good english. Noooo, can't have that. Let another teacher fix it later. Well, some get fixed, and some don't. There....I can get on the same soapbox, too!
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