(Title should be sung to the tune of Billy Joel’s song “We Didn’t
Start The Fire”)
This school year started off with promise. The problem being the
promise wasn’t that good things were coming. Just the opposite. The promise was
that this year would be interesting. Interesting in the manner of the Chinese
curse, “May you live in interesting times.”
This first semester has been nothing if not interesting. I
stayed in the same grade level but am teaching a different class. Math this year
instead of the Social Studies/Science split I had last year. I don’t mind
teaching Math. It is a subject I know well. But if I had my druthers, I’d
rather teach Social Studies.
Interesting, in the way of the curse, aptly describes what’s been
happening here at school and in the world at large over the course of this
first semester. The US Presidential Election being near the top of the list of
interesting things. Here in the school we’ve also had our share of interesting
times.
Topping our list would have to be the big girl fight that took
place during 7th grade lunch in the cafeteria earlier this year. The
fight ended with four young ladies being sent away to the alternative school
with pending charges against them for disorderly conduct, assault with intent,
and assaulting a school system employee, among other things. Two teachers were
assaulted. One was pushed out of the way by a surprisingly strong 12-year-old
girl (large for her age), and the other was hit by a tray another girl
attempted to throw at the first girl. Thankfully, neither teacher was seriously
hurt.
In the immediate aftermath of the fight, and for several days
following, most of the students were on their best behavior. That didn’t last
long. No more major fights broke out but Oh The Drama.
Civility seems to be a lost with these children. When asked to
be quiet or sit down, they respond with anger, as if the teacher has no
businesses telling them not to disrupt the learning environment.
And they lie, easily, about anything and everything. I’ve had a
child who was standing next to his desk tell me he wasn’t standing up even
while he was right there standing up. He looked me right in the eye, and said, “I’m
not out of my seat. Why are you picking on me?” Another student, when I asked
her to spit her gum in the trash, told me she didn’t have any gum, even though
I could see the gum in her mouth as she was saying it.
Now children have always tended to try and bend the truth when
caught doing something they shouldn’t. I expect that. But these students will
be caught red-handed, on video, misbehaving, with several witnesses, and will
lie to a teacher or administrator’s face and insist they didn’t do it. This
goes beyond fibbing to try to get out of trouble. This goes right to the core
of their still developing character. And it also speaks to their upbringing. It
speaks to the character of their parents and community, and our nation.
When our politicians and leaders lie to us regularly, as a
matter of course, how can we expect our children to place any value on honesty?
When the example set for them is that truth is a relative thing, and
inconvenient facts can be ignored, why are we so puzzled when our young people
choose lies even when the truth won’t hurt them?