Tales from the
California Public School System: Part 1
posted May 18, 2005 by
This
series of articles will focus on the lunacy that is the California
Public School System. I don't know how many of these articles there
will be yet, but with the complete lack of common sense in California
schools, I'm sure to have plenty of material.
For those of you unfamiliar with who I am, let
me introduce myself. My name is Bob, I am 17, and I am a senior
in a Southern California charter school known as "BCAL".
BCAL has been around for 3 years, and I've had the misfortune of
being there from the first day.
I won't get into all the gory details of why BCAL
is such a mess, but I'll tell you that yesterday we were introduce
to our twelfth History teacher of the year. Yes, we've had 12 different
history teachers this year. Some of these were subs, but most were
"permanent" teachers who got fired or quit for various
reasons. Because BCAL is a charter school, teachers are not hired
under contract, and therefore can be fired at any time during the
year.
Before I talk more about our new teacher, let me
give you a quick rundown of some of our previous instructors:
Name: Ms White Nickname: WhiteWench Political Leanings: Unknown How she did: Extremely anal retentive (see my
other article), also
had the nickname "Nazi Lady", all work had to be in a notebook,
notebooks had to be a certain size and could not be spiral bound,
all work must be on specific pages in notebook, graded on artwork
and ability to glue things into notebook. Believed ownership of
a Sharpie was evidence of gang activity. Why she's gone: Quit after less than a month
following a dispute with the school board.
Name: Mr. Sweeney Nickname: Sweendog Political Leanings: Conservative How he did: He was old and his hands never stopped
shaking, tied everything into one of two anecdotes: The years
he worked at Disneyland or why shipbuilders were hurt economically
by Jimmy Carter's Presidency Why he's gone: Was fired after a few weeks for
being too boring
Name: Ms. Gordon
Nickname: Troll Lady Political Leanings: Liberal How she did: Made us watch Robert Redford movies
and fill out crossword puzzles Why she's gone: Told us that George Bush stole
the first election through lawyers, and stole the 2004 election
through fraud and intimidation.
Name: Mr. Szakall Nickname: None Political Leanings: Liberal How he did: Seemed very laid-back and funny for
the week that he was there Why he's gone: Snapped at the end of the week
and told the seniors they were "Too f*cking stupid to vote"
Name: Ms. Grant
Nickname: None Political Leanings: Liberal How she did: The seniors were basically allowed
to slide and do nothing, but she actually did teach the younger
grades. Why she's gone: Quit, probably to avoid being
fired.
So now that you have a little background on our
previous teachers, let me tell you about number 12, also known as
"Mr. Smith" (to the best of my knowledge that is his real
name). Mr. Smith is a moderately tall African American male with
dreadlocks down to his shoulders. He looks 19, but claims to be
40. Right off the bat Mr. Smith told us "There will be no lesson
today. We can get to the academic bullshit later". He also
told us that most successful people didn't go to college, and "If
you don't wanna come to school, don't come to school." Mr.
Smith understands how much fun high school is. He told us he had
fun with things like "sex, drugs, uh.......sports". He
will treat us like adults if we treat him like an adult. He will
treat the school board as a bunch of assholes when they fire him
sometime this week.
We spent the rest of the day playing guitars, talking
about the next generation of gaming consoles, and attacking each
other's sexual orientations through crudely drawn pictures on construction
paper. I'm sure the taxpapers of California wouldn't object to spending
$8000 per student per year if they heard these stories.
In the next edition of Tales from the California
Public School System, we'll take a look at how many movies
we've watched this year, how well fire alarms work while hanging
off the wall by their wires, and take a look inside the men's restroom
at a high school. Be afraid.