After being interviewed by the school administration, the teaching
prospect said, "Let me see if I've got this right:
You want me to go into that room with all those kids, correct their
disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their
dress habits, censor their T-shirt messages, and instill in them a love
for learning.
You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and
sexually- transmitted diseases, and raise their sense of self-esteem and
personal pride. You want me to teach them patriotism, good citizenship,
sportsmanship, fair play, how to register to vote, balance a checkbook,
and apply for a job.
You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of
anti-social behavior, and make sure that they all pass the state exams.
You want me to provide them with an equal education regardless of their
handicaps and communicate regularly with their parents by letter,
telephone, newsletter, and report card.
You want me to do all this with a piece of chalk, blackboard, a bulletin
board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies
me for food stamps.
You want me to do all this, and then you tell me . . . .
I CAN'T PRAY?
prospect said, "Let me see if I've got this right:
You want me to go into that room with all those kids, correct their
disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their
dress habits, censor their T-shirt messages, and instill in them a love
for learning.
You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and
sexually- transmitted diseases, and raise their sense of self-esteem and
personal pride. You want me to teach them patriotism, good citizenship,
sportsmanship, fair play, how to register to vote, balance a checkbook,
and apply for a job.
You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of
anti-social behavior, and make sure that they all pass the state exams.
You want me to provide them with an equal education regardless of their
handicaps and communicate regularly with their parents by letter,
telephone, newsletter, and report card.
You want me to do all this with a piece of chalk, blackboard, a bulletin
board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies
me for food stamps.
You want me to do all this, and then you tell me . . . .
I CAN'T PRAY?
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