As I wrote yesterday, school is back in session. What joy, what bliss, what a pile of horse manure!
My child came home today, first day on the job, as it were, depressed and dispirited. Seems he has not one, not two but four coaches for teachers this year. Now I don’t know what the emphasis are concerning these teachers and their degrees but from sad, personal experience I can bet that maybe one of them is teaching something they minored in at college. I am reasonably sure none of them majored in whatever it is that they’re teaching. You see in my little corner of Paradise being a coach trumps being a history teacher (any fool can teach history, besides who needs to learn about all that stuff dead white guys did, right), a communications teacher, an english teacher or any basics class in any discipline,
My daughter had a teacher ask her to write down “that song we sing before the game” for him, he coached basketball. When the other teachers got tired of doing his lesson plans for him, covering for him and asked the district to fire him, his players parents (as well as other parents of sports players) insisted that he be retained. This has nothing to do with how nice someone is. It has to do with the eduction my child, who already struggles at school, is getting. This is the last of 6 children in this district, all of whom have told me that if you have a coach for a teacher and you don’t play sports they don’t have time for you.
To make matters worse they also sent home the consent form for them to randomly drug test my child. Illegal search and seizure much? Unconstitutional a bit, may-haps? But you see this district is expert in extortion. Either you let them drug test your child or said child can not participate in ANY extra-curricular activities at all. No sports, no arts, no drama, no JROTC, no music. Nothing. So my choice is to pull my child out of school completely, let him go to school but prohibit him from anything that makes going to school in any way appealing or sign the dang thing. This child so dislikes school that I look for anything that might encourage him to tolerate being there and music is what does that. So of course I signed it but I sent along a little love note for the principle.
Our school board and city council managed to sneak passage of the drug testing proposal through on the sly. Next election I’m going to be the burr under their saddles. I’m going to write letters to the editor, talk to folks, attend council and board meetings and make a nuisance out of myself. They’re going to hate the sight of me. I’m Irish. I can be really offensive and irritating. It’s a talent……….or maybe a gift.
I intend to share.