She had try-outs for the talent show after school and wanted to look nice while she played “Ode to Joy” on her recorder… through her nose. (She got in, BTW)
So, now she tells me they’re pulling her out of lunch recess to do the run… because we all know how important running is in school.
“Wait! Stop running around with your friends!! Come over here and run so I can time you and let you know if you’re acceptable in our society.”
I never understood why they have track day at school. Ironically, it’s the only school mandated activity which hasn’t been cancelled due to discrimination.
Marci and her classmates had to sit in the courtyard for art class the entire past year because their wheelchair-bound classmate couldn’t get up the short flight of stairs to get into the quad classroom. It would have been humiliating for him to be carried, they tell me, so the rest of the class sat out in the elements – driving rain, falling snow, chilling sleet, blustering wind, freezing cold, glaring sun, blazing heat (Do you like all my adjectives? Did I go too far?) – all because he couldn’t get inside with dignity.
This year they have a ramp.
This little boy cannot run, so why haven’t they cancelled track day? I know running in elongated circles when running isn’t your thing is equivalent to being carried up the stairs for some kids: No dignity involved, here. I guess the grooming of the jocks begins in elementary school, and somebody needs to be last, so thems who are first can judge how first they are. Goodie! After all, how fair would it be if only thems who can run fast and enjoy said activity got together and beat on their chests to see who’s best? How much better it is to have the little ones whose legs aren’t formed, who read more than sweat, and are better crushed by failure because little Johnnie passed the finish line five minutes before they even came around the bend? Don’t worry – they’ll undoubtedly receive a “thanks for being a good sport and participating in this race even though it goes against everything in your nature and desire just so Johnny could beat more than the one other person in the school who enjoys racing and competing” award.
Neener, Neener, Neener – I can run faster than the losers!!! - Some say it builds character to lose. I say it grows uncertainty and inferiority complexes… and an extreme dislike for gym and gym teachers everywhere. (BTW - What does it build in the ‘winners’? Certainly not character.)
And, thus, the hierarchy of social status begins. Separating the wheat from the chaff. Amazingly, not for brains or goodness, but for sheer strength and brutality.
(I’m not implying all jocks are neither intelligent nor kind – I know a few who are both.)
It’s not until these amazing children of insight, intelligence and artistic ability become adults and are able to make their own choices (i.e., to not participate in barbaric activities like, say, the Olympics… which, if you remember is housed in Colorado Springs where they place smelly armpits above elementary schools… so they’ve already begun the de-evolving of the human condition) and are big enough to not be picked on by the apes who can toss a football… and catch it… society can see their worth; their limitless possibilities.
Only kids interested in music join band and honor choir in elementary school.
In jr. high/middle school, only kids interested in art sign up for the art classes, etc.
But everyone, throughout all levels of ‘lower’ (as apposed to higher) education, is required to take classes like: English/Grammar/Language Arts, Math, Science, Social Studies/Government… and gym. …and the thems-in-charge put most of our money into the ‘gym’ part to education’s detriment.
Could somebody please explain that to me?
But, it gets better. Now, at the end of every quarter they give out meaningless, paper awards to all the kids for various reasons like… reading faster; doing homework; showing up for school everyday and on time; being the teacher’s pet… you know, stuff like that. So much so, now any kind of accolade is mundane and commonplace. We give our kids rewards like we give our pets treats – every time they jump high enough or don’t poop in the wrong places.
Why do we have to stroke their egos for doing their jobs? It used to be a ‘reward for a job well done’ and now it’s just a ‘reward for a job done’ – every time the job gets done. In some cases, it seems they make up awards to ensure most of the kids have a reason to walk on stage at least once. (I feel for the kids who don’t even merit a ‘made up’ accomplishment reward. How sucky is that?)
I don’t know what was wrong with waiting until 6th grade (or the final grade in elementary school) to give out awards to the graduating students who deserved an award - not just because they did what they were supposed to do anyway.
Hey! Wait a minute… I got up this morning on time. Where’s my bleeping reward? Knick-knack, Paddywhack – Give this dog a bone, here!
In Joy & Enjoy