I think the adults at our school, or really adults in general are out of touch with today’s youth. Last year they said we had to take Career and College Readiness, and anyone who didn’t want to would have to make their parent call the school and request not to take it. I didn’t want to go through all that trouble, and I was at a loss for what classes to choose so I just took it. Now I regret it, because there are a lot of other electives I would have rather taken. My first period is spent filling out worksheets about my goals and what I want to be when I grow up, like I’m back on the first day of kindergarten. It’s a massive waste of time.
My second period also sucks balls. I typically enjoy ELA. This year, however, the teacher is making is do the dumbest stuff. She really expects us to read a three hundred page book in three weeks and annotate the whole thing, as well as have notes prepared for a seminar discussing it. And I don’t struggle with these most of the time, but the book is boring as hell. The teacher is just gushing about how much she loves the book and how interesting it is, and I’m wondering if we’re reading the same thing. The book is called The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by the way, though I doubt you’ll read it, and I can’t blame you. Christ, it’s probably the most awful thing I’ve ever read. And I’m thinking, why are we reading a nonfiction book about cells? That’s the type of thing I might be doing in biology, but in ELA? I can’t even call the story bad because it all actually happened and stuff that actually happened is always boring. When I’m in ELA, I want to read literature, not a case file.
Nobody in the class wants to read it. Even the “my dad will beat me if I get a B+” Asian kids are too sick of it to read it. Everybody is just brushing it off or trying to find some notes online. I’ve never heard of this book being taught in schools, so I can only imagine that the teacher for whatever reason thought this book was the next Bible and forced us to read it too. If it isn’t obvious, I disagree with a lot of what my ELA teacher thinks. Today she started getting all up in my face saying, “You know, I think you should change your word choice so you don’t sound so mean,” in that fake polite voice you use to talk to infants when they did something bad but you don’t want them to burst into tears. And I hardly talk at all in school unless I’m answering a question, so I asked her what she meant. Of course, the next thing she did was head over to her desk and whip out a paper that I had filled out from last Friday, which she still had laying around for some reason.
To make things short, last Friday, we had a book discussion on that dumb case file, and I had to fill out a sheet reviewing a certain person’s performance and contribution to the discussion, since I wasn’t a part of it. One of the questions was: “What would you have said if you were in the discussion?”
And I wrote: “I would have brought up more contentious questions with open answers. I think that’s more interesting than one person saying ‘I liked this part,’ and everyone else going, ‘Yes, me too.’ That makes me bored.”
And it was sort of an absent-minded thing that I mentally noted because the discussion, to be honest, was really boring. It was sort of clear this sort of book doesn’t lend itself well to fifty minutes seminars. I don’t blame them for resorting to making surface level observations like “I liked this.”
But of course, the teacher got all up in her feelings about it, like I’d just slandered her entire family. She shoved it onto my desk and made me read what I had written. “You see what I mean?” she asked me.
And maybe I’m blind, but I did not see what she meant at all. I asked her who in God’s name I was even offending by writing this.
“That part at the end, ‘That makes me bored.'” You think you could have written that a little nicer?”
And then she said something that really pisses me off. “You’re a smart kid. You get what I’m saying.” As if I’m some sort of troglodyte bully that’s playing dumb to my heinous crimes. This was still in that fake pleasant tone, by the way.
I told her I didn’t think what I wrote was a big deal.
She said, “I was actually going to show this to her, but…” By her, she was referring to the girl whose discussion I was reviewing.
And then the girl, who had been listening the entire time, said, “Actually, he already showed it to me.” And I had, since she had already asked to see what I wrote on Friday.
The teacher gave a look of surprise and went, “Oh, really?” That’s when it occurred to me that the teacher seriously decided not to show the girl my paper because she thought it would hurt the girl’s feelings. It didn’t. When I showed it to her, the girl laughed and thought it was funny.
So the teacher started backtracking and repeated some more dumb crap on how I need to say things nicer. I wanted to argue and defend myself but I said nothing and just nodded. And at that point, I knew she was just talking out of her behind. That’s sad, because when you’re young, you sort of idolize adults. Then you see them do the same dumb crap kids do. It’s really depressing. Adults really are out of touch these days.