No prank wars, no underground and off-limits magazines, no crying teachers, no honest debate, no scavenger hunts, no breakfasts at Savadore's during first and second periods, no skipping class to pick up donuts or subs, no tearing apart buildings, no good bands playing out every weekend, no crappy bands with good props playing out every weekend, no shameless taunting of annoying administrators, no really real hangovers, no hiding the fact that you're breaking the rules. It was like, class on 96 left and they just up and forgot how to be kids.
Now, they have a giant egg war, put nasty pictures of their girlfriends up on the web, and try to engage in as much straight up property destruction they can manage.
Apparently, this student body lack of imagination and backbone is a widespread phenomenon. Some kid in Colorodo has a jackass for a teacher and the whiny little snot decided to tape the teacher's 'liberal' rant and broadcast it as proof of indoctrination. This led to the teacher's suspension, and around 150 students walked out of class to protest that suspension. Conservative pundits like Malkin have picked up on it, and even DADvocate can't believe it:
Quite amazing. I never experienced any thing like it during all my school years. The teacher, Jay Bennish, was recorded by one of his students. Mr. Bennish goes on a rant of epic proportions. I can't understand how a man who hates this country so much can stand to hold a job where the source of his salary is government funds.
I reckon this one is going to be used in the 'liberals ruining academia' narrative.
Let me say a few things, and they have nothing to do with what this particular teacher said to this particular student. I don't care about the subject matter. I've had debates with the most conservative teachers one can get (who would call me a "Rabble Rouser" because of my politics) and the most liberal professor I've ever had raised the most ruckus when she decrided sweet Southern Barbecue in favor of the spicy Texas variety (she almost caused a riot). But apparently, I haven't been 'oppressed' or 'indoctrinated' in the classroom because, unlike this Colorado whiny snot, I wasn't gonna take it! That's right, snotty, I fought for my right to party, and you shame the names of students from Ferris Bueller to Bart Simpson by rolling over to your jackass teacher in class, taping it and playing tattletale. Number one, grow some cajones. Number two, stop snitchin.
What I take significant issue with here is this Colorado student's reaction to a jackass teacher. We've all had jackass teachers, you whiny little snot, and they went on rants and raves about a great many things. Back in my day, if these jackasses did this sort of thing, we'd shut 'em down looong before their jackassery ever got anywhere near 'epic proportions.' And I looked at that teacher's lines of reasoning. Any member of the CO96 Model UN Team, or any of our friends for that matter, heckfire - 80% of kids in our school could have (and would have), blown the jackass's argument out of the water by the third paragraph. Even if we'd have agreed with him, his fanny woulda got derailed in the 7th when we got bored of hearing his voice.
Even if he'd have had the correct combination of talent and skill to keep us on topic after the 7th paragraph, he'd be dealing with a gallery of shouted questions along with assorted boos and hisses from both sides of the asile.
Then both sides of the aisle would have proceeded to ignore his jackass and begin debating each other, loudly, wildly and with nigh any abandon. Other teachers would have to come into the room because the rukus would be indicative of some sort of fight going on.
In the confusion, six students would sneak out of the classroom and go to lunch or the beach or both. Any remaining students who did not want to be a part of the conversation would use the cover of the ones who did to completely ignore what was going on.
In 15 minutes, there should be no discernable conversation on an audiotape because there would be 18 people talking at the same time, or hooting 'hells yeah' or booing and hissing some point being made.
Whatever 'vocabulary' this jackass teacher was talking about would be summarily dismissed, the test would be postponed another day, the papers would be due a week later and the bell would ring, ending conversation abruptly leaving the jackass teacher wondering how he let it all get away from him.
Next week, I'll tell you what we would have done to the jackass teacher, had he been the whiny little snot and told on us for turning his classroom into pandemonium.