We know what battery cages and factory farm conditions do the physical and mental well-being of other animals, so why the HELL are we inflicting them on our children!? There was a time when I would have dearly loved to be a teacher but my aunt (who taught for many years) warned me against it. Now I understand why.
There he stands all smart and sparkling in his new too-big uniform, looking too small for school but with a sparkle of enthusiasm also in his eye.
He’s excited; everyone’s told him what an exciting place school is with lots of nice people and great activities he’ll love doing. He’s very keen – everyone’s been so nice each time he’s visited…
A few lessons in and the sparkle goes out his eyes faster than it goes off the uniform.
His first lesson is that not everyone is so nice, not even some of the people who smiled before. They’re too busy. Too concerned with having to do other things like keep control and make kids sit still.
His next lesson is that you rarely get exciting things to do. In fact, you never learn about things you want to learn about because you have to learn what the learning objective…
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