Posted: May 14, 2006 6:37 am
I say. Let that child grow, develop, learn, interact, enjoy new things.
Learn about them. Teach what they are thirsty for.
And when the mundane tasks come, let them understand that "such is life, sometimes".
But when that boy is bad, instill the fear of the principal's office.
Make them scared of the rumors of "the electric paddle".
I had the fear as a kid.
No one wanted to go to the principal's office at that age.
Much less, come home and say "I had to go to the principal's office".
He definitely fears the "coming home with a bad report" part.
But while he's there, "it ain't no big thing", I'm guessing.
I could tell you about taking away the video game, the tv, the standing against the wall with the nose planted firmly and the arms to the sides, and the spanking in extreme cases.
And I hate all of it.
But at school, there's no fear.
Teachers, please. Lay down the law when we're not there.
You might have your hands bound by some crazy beauraracy.
You might be scared of some insane reprecussion.
But if all you can do is help the pharmaceutical industry, while being afraid to make some kid run laps at recess for his transgressions, it's time to re-evaluate your career. Maybe you're better off being one of those State analysts, if you're such an expert.
You fucking lifer. You old bitty. Retirement's only a couple o' years away.
Play it safe. You're getting what you deserve in the end, right?
New blood in the system would mean a transfusion.
And you only need a transfusion when you're sick, right?
No, you're on top of your game.
The golden sunset.
And kids who can't sit down can't be bothered with.
There must be something wrong with them, right?
Fuck you, old bitty.