CAUTION: INCULCATION IN PROGRESS
Awaiting our out-of-town guest at the A-East baggage claim at the Philadelphia airport on Saturday, we were treated to dozens of stupid poems which all sounded strangely alike, courtesy of The Dream Flag Project.
My wife got pretty torqued about it. It was a disturbing example of what grade school education has become in the USA.
The Project exposes the children to the poetry of Langston Hughes. In itself there is nothing wrong with that I suppose.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
But then telling the kids what to dream about seems to defeat the purpose.
I should be fair. There were a few good poems that we cheered, that came from honest kids:
"I dream of lots of candy and Mario Super Party 8."
"I dream of playing football with my dad when he comes home from work."
"I dream that when I am big I will race a motersikel and win big troffees."
Those are normal dreams for kids. Kids don't dream of world peace and a world without guns and abundant natural habitats for polar bears unless someone tells them to.
So I am not a fan of The Dream Flag Project. And where the Dream Flag Project is, The Dreamy Fag Project cannot be far behind. Your tax dollars at work.
Unjustly privileged girl regurgitates same blather as oppressed girl in equitable harmony.
We pulled our kids out of public school when we saw that the warm liberal bath begins in the very earliest grades, even in a conservative community like ours. At our kids' school they study the who/when/why/how of war without glorifying nor disparaging it. War is a fact. They make Viking helmets and build catapults and make swords and breastplates and fight with toy light sabers at recess. The culminating event of third grade was the Barbarian Invasion, fourth grade vs. third grade, with launching of missiles, simulated slaughter and general mayhem. They study the historical context of war and learn to think for themselves and I like it much better that way. Call me old fashioned.