What happened to holding our children accountable for their own actions?
I am not a fan of today’s education system.
I hate having to be “required” to sign up for emails, websites and text reminders telling ME that MY 12-year-old son has a social studies paper due at the beginning of class on Friday.
This is NOT my problem.
You see, I already went through elementary, junior high and high school. Believe it or not, I managed to get through college too – on my own. I even landed my own first jobs on my own.
There is no reason that I need to be reminded that my son has homework. I have enough on my plate to worry about and take care of without being told of an impending homework paper due.
At what point do students actually start taking responsibility for their own actions? If we continue to coddle them, hover and otherwise, look over their shoulder, or in their backpacks 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year, they will NEVER learn how to be responsible.
In Florida, teachers there are being told that if they assign a homework assignment on Monday, with it “being due” on Tuesday, if Little Joey doesn’t turn it in until FRIDAY, they must still give the student full credit for completing the homework paper.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Yeah, back in the 1980s/1990s, we got credit too for turning it in late – it was called INCOMPLETE/F marked in RED ink on top of the paper.
We are turning today’s students into a bunch of whiney-the-world-revolves-around-me pain in the asses.
My parents never, ever, ever had to “sign” my homework papers. If I didn’t do the work or failed to ask for help, my parents grounded me. End of story. I learned the hard way. It took only one time.
“Melissa, you got a C in pre-algebra … no Skylark dances for you until you bring it up,” they said.
“I HATE YOU! I HATE MATH!” I SCREAMED.
(I was and always will be horrific at math … but that’s neither here nor there now.)
They didn’t give a rat’s ass. They were my transportation to the Skylark.
So, can you image what the future will be like for this generation once they enter college, or heaven forbid, the working world?
At some point in time, children need to learn consequences for not doing a job. At Bowling Green State University, we were told, as freshmen, to take pride in a job well done. To be creative and think for ourselves.
If we failed to show up to class and flunked, the college didn’t care. They got their money up front.
In college, I learned how to balance a checkbook, live on a budget and wash my own clothes. If I was sick, I actually had to walk my ass to the infirmary. If I needed feminine products, guess what … I had to find a way to get those too.
It’s a miracle … but you see, I did it on MY OWN. I can go to bed at night, knowing I did everything in my power to get to where I am today – either as a parent or professional. It’s called life for crying out loud. We all have to grow up at some time or later.
It’s too bad today’s generation is thinking it’s going to be later … much later … as in never. I wonder when they will wake up?