“Poor me,” he laments,
“‘Tis my fate written in stars,”
as he makes his doom.
Although I am lending a humorous touch to this haiku, it is a serious concern to me. I was talking with a friend yesterday about my sorrow at having been a teacher who was in the vanguard of sowing new educational seeds as a new teacher in the sixties and seventies. Among these new educational philosophies was such things as a grading system based on ability, making every child believe “doing his best” was sufficient and then letting the child judge what was his best (much easier for the teacher than really teaching the kid), mainstreaming all learning levels so teachers have to spend the majority of their time with the slow learners giving little opportunity to challenge the average and above, cutting out anything that smacks of competition. Stars for the stars – how cruel to the less fortunate! Anyway you look at it we turned out lots of youth unprepared for the real world! I rue my part in it! But you know the power of NEA and the Democratic party, even here in my bright red state – I was intimidated big time and I worked hard to do my Democratic duty! Well, I did one time teach during a strike, that was gutsy of me! Was that uncomfortable? Yes!
You probably did not expect a rant in the midst of a haiku challenge! 😀