“You’re here to do a job. You’re not here to get your groove on,” is what one teacher told the new freshman class at CMR high school today. Well, I don’t think that I’d go that far; the students are there to learn, sure, but I wouldn’t quite call it a “job.” That teacher’s remark conjures up images of Uncle Buck railing at the crusty old principal who sports a very conspicuous mole:
I don’t think I want to know a six-year-old who isn’t a dreamer, or a sillyheart. And I sure don’t want to know one who takes their student career seriously. I don’t have a college degree. I don’t even have a job. But I know a good kid when I see one. Because they’re ALL good kids, until dried-out, brain-dead skags like you drag them down and convince them they’re no good. You so much as scowl at my niece, or any other kid in this school, and I hear about it, and I’m coming looking for you! Take this quarter, go downtown, and have a rat gnaw that thing off your face! Good day to you, madam.
Sure, 9th grade is lot more serious than 1st grade, but the kids still gotta have fun. So come on, teacher – cut ’em a little slack!