Here's the problem with what I see in modern times and it all started back to grade school.
Progressive values made society weaker. In what... 1st or 2nd grade?, there was a presentation given by a lady who claimed if your parents spanked you or used a belt on you for discipline it was "abuse" and they gave us a list of phone numbers to use.
My parents were old school in how they raised me and my little sister.
I see today people who are around my age +/- 10 years, unfit to raise a puppy, having kids. These kids jump around in restaurant booths scream and carry on like they're at a gymnasium. No. If I did that, you'd get cuffed upside your head, hand placed over your mouth and locked inside the car to eat to not disturb the other patrons in the restaurant. Therfore you didn't act out like a spider monkey on bathsalts.
Middle school times, they preached more about "rights and equality". There was more emphasis on "discipline" based around what is offensive.
Ok.
what's more harmful to education? In school suspension for offending someone, or allowing 2 kids to duke it out at lunch to settle their score? ISS was the "punishment" which kept kids from attending class. They were issued homework still, but you were to sit quietly the whole day in a room with other kids who also had less than favorable behavior.
9/11 occurs...
What follows, lock down drills. What's a lock down drill? Well it's when it was revealed terrorist cells may attempt school shootings.
My school's lock down drill. Sound the alarm, a message was broad cast over the intercom system to get to cover immediately. Kids closest to Windows shut the blinds and the teacher would tell us to lay on the floor, the teacher would sprint to the door and lock it. The doors had a big pane of glass. Teachers desk was in the front of the room adjacent to the door. Teacher locked the door and joined us on the floor. 10 minutes later police sirens were heard, along with ambulance sirens. 15 minutes and you could hear boots running down the hall way and the occasion bark from a K9.
After the first lock down drill occurred and we assembled in the auditorium I asked a legitimate question
"I have a problem with this drill. How exactly does making us all sitting ducks face down on the floor protect us? How? What is the teacher going to do? Chuck Norris spin kick an attacker once they break the glass and unlock the door? We are all there prime rib to a pitbull. I think the teachers should be able to carry concealed and hide behind their desk tell us to plug our ears and unload at whoever tries to break through that door"
It got many people upset and subsequently for suggesting that, I was once again, in ISS. That was 14 15 years ago?
So progressive liberals I ask, do gun free zones do anything to stop a criminal who is intent on extinguishing life from shooting a school? No it does not.
Does harsh punishments for kids and removing them from class help or hurt them because social justice is more important than knowing algebra, the history of the world, the history of the United States, or how to compose a paragraph? Apparently so, and apparently "feelings" and what is subjectively "right" is more valued than an education. I have a problem with this.
My sophomore year in highschool, the school took my idea on introducing an armed element. They didn't arm the teachers. No no, they had two (2) state troopers brought in, called them "Student Resource Officers". They were opportunistic, and wrote alot of tickets in the student parking lot. Those of us who had lifted trucks, would park on top of snow banks in the winter. They'd write tickets, and have our trucks towed. Joke on them, I knew the owner of the tow company that was dispatched. His son and I were best friends. End of the day he'd drop the truck off at the end of the parking lot
They'd write us tickets for loud exhaust. Fix it ticket
so pull the glass packs off and put on a beer keg muffler, go to the town hall, had the judge and officer there sign off. Go home, pull the mufflers off put the glass packs back on.
Parents, they need to parent. Don't neuter the parents ability to discipline their child. Do you really honestly believe that taking the power cord to little Johnnie's video game for a week is punishment? HAHAHA no. I was one of the last of my generation who didn't grow up with video games. Except for desktop computer games. And it was limited use. I played outside. Contrary to popular belief, kids aren't made of glass. I fell off of my bicycles many times. Built jumps in the back yard, skinned my knees and elbows, knocked teeth loose. You fall, you get back up. Go get a band aid and go back out to keep playing. I doubt you see that anymore. Now it's rush little Johnny to the emergency room OMG he's hurt. It's true. I've been to the emergency room for legitimate emergencies. Who's clogging up the emergency room? Unfit parents with a toddler who has an ear infection.
My teenage years I spent on quads dirtbikes snowmobiles snow boarding and building and racing stock cars. Learned from alot of the "old timers" how to weld etc. I worked in trades after school, weekends and summer break saving money. I grew up with a gun cabinet in the house. The ammo was locked in the bottom of the cabinet. If I wanted to shoot, I'd ask. If I ever once "played" with a gun, a stern lecture wasn't all I received. Then again since age 5 I've been shooting.
My teenage/highschool years, I got along with almost everybody. I was an anti bully. The dorks, the geeks, the nerds, they used to get bullied and bullied ruthlessly by guys on the varsity and junior varsity football team. You'd hear the "jocks" shout sarcastically OOPS as they'd shoulder bump these kids half their size into a locker. Or they would call them "gay" or throw stuff at them at lunch. That didn't fly with me. I also struggled in math so I saw an opportunity. In exchange for protection, they helped tutor me, they could "dumb" it down for me during study hall. Where the teacher would say they aren't going to waste that time on a problem to tie up the class. Math became one of my best performing classes. Right next to US history, shop classes, and physics (got kicked out of chemistry class.
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If someone gave them a hard time, I'd talk to them at practice. We had scrimmage matches with varsity team Wednesday or Thursday night. The older and bigger bullies, that's when I'd deal with them. They didn't get the hint to back off or laughed in my face about it. The following play, hit them as hard as possible in hitting drills or dirty in a scrimmage, and go for the knees and ruin their Friday or Saturday night. Watch them sit injured on the bench.
That myth to "privilege" sort of existed, as they'd go on with a tiny slap on the wrist, unless the athletic director caught wind of it. Athletic director viewed us and held us to a higher standard, for we were ambassadors of the school. Bad behavior at away games resulted in harsh punishments, bad behavior or poor grades (you needed a B average to be on the team) resulted in review on whether or not you'd turn in your gear and jersey.
Would it come to anyone's surprise, the nerds geeks etc I protected, and conned their parents into thinking they were spending the night to help me study, when in reality I brought them to parties up in the woods... became my investment advisor/stock broker, lawyer, and in other helpful successful endeavors? Politics aside, sexual preference aside, they still to this day, are some of my closest friends.
I'm not the typical millenial. I fought hard against what the teachers were "teaching" I mocked their utopian outlook, and in college... Oh man... a few general electives that were mandatory, well... I outright called the professors out during their lectures and threw their whole "acceptance and tollerance to all" right back in their face.
"You want campus cops to remove me from this class for a difference in outlook? You prove my point for me that your political ideology is a farce and that you are far from accepting and tollerant to all, especially ideas" I literally made one professor have a break down and cancel their lecture, and had to sit before the dean and other administrators to explain my actions facing expulsion.
Luckily for me, I don't succumb to emotional rants or tirades. I argue facts and logic. I embarrassed that professor at their own game.
My words were in front of the dean, who was a man of color, "practice what you preach. Your mentality and animosity towards me and others in that lecture hall, is befitting that of a racist. You fear what is foreign or different than you, and have a bias, a prejudice against us. Fear breeds hate. Hate breeds evil. It would do you well to take what everyone has to say and argue what you teach/preach" again that professor about had another meltdown and broke out with the crocodile tears and once again succumbed to emotion making their argument and proving my point to the dean. Sometimes the jokes write themselves and sometimes, you can give your adversary enough rope to hang themselves.
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