Friday, June 10, 2011


And being that I find myself blogging or reposting the topic of teachers and schools as in the following passage, that random or not so random thought comes to mind of having gone my way the other day on one of those New York City Metropolitan Transit Authority subways and then seeing what seemed like a classroom of school kids who were going their way also. And the thought occurred to me, for what reason are half of these children wearing eyeglasses, literally? Is it now mandatory to wear or be prescribed eyeglasses in school? Are those institutional fluorescent lights of Lucifer fluoresce himself, deceiver and bearer of stealing light from heaven blowing out every ones retinas at younger and younger ages? Is there some sort of internet guru to answer this question? As something about this occurrence found itself as yet another one of those random thoughts that wants to find itself on this blog at some point in blogger time. And so I continue to post the following passage that found its way in my email inbox that was sent from a friend who sent it to another friend who sent it to a friend and so on and so on and so on and so on:

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 disruptive behaviour, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their dress habits, censor their T-shirt messages, and instil in them a love for learning.

‘You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and sexually 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 chequebook, and apply for a job.
‘You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of antisocial behaviour, 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!

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