Elizabeth and one of her friends have first period English together in the local public middle school.
This friend called Elizabeth right after dinner today and was talking to her about some things that were going on, and many of these things disturbed me...enough so that I felt the need to pour them out here. Am I using this blogspace too much like a diary? Maybe. But sometimes writing about things helps me to see them more clearly, and often you, my readers, have insights and thoughts that help me see things in a different light or help me see that I am truly seeing things the way they are.
The thing that bothered me most was that Elizabeth said that this friend had already started on a project that the teacher had not yet assigned, but that was available on Blackboard, the teacher/student communication area. I asked how this project was getting done if NOTHING at all had been said about it. Elizabeth informed me that well, yes, there had been SOMETHING said about the project...
That this was the first of their 'BA' projects.
BA Project? What's that? Jo looked up expectantly to find the answer to that one, too.
Elizabeth's eyes slid sideways as she said, "The teacher calls them big...uhhh...fanny...projects."
In other words, the teacher is telling the kids that they are being assigned big a** projects.
Yes, Mom, all the teachers curse.
Now, that may be an exaggeration, that ALL the teachers curse, but how does even one or 2 make it past the doors to educate our children?
How can our children learn to respect their teachers and respect education in general if their very teachers are using off color language in the classroom?
Now, don't get me wrong. I am very excited about the opportunities that the public school is offering Elizabeth. It is great that she will be able to finish college course credits while still in high school, and it is wonderful that she can test through classes and be put into the classes that really fit her level.
But at what price?
We choose the movies that we watch very carefully. We do not allow bad language in our house.
And yet, I send our daughter off to school with a prayer and a kiss every morning to sit and look at a teacher, who is supposed to be respected and honored for their level of education and their dedication to our children. But she is not so much basking in the light of higher learning as much as wallowing in the slime of low end vocabulary so that she can leave the class thinking...
If I want to teach, be respected, and make a difference, THAT'S the way you do it!
Am I over reacting? Perhaps and probably.
But Elizabeth spends waking hours in school than she does at home, with us.
That's a lot to fight against.
Now, a lot of people would say, well, that's the real world.
But it's not.
She's a child.
And it's school.