The problem with inner city schools is the training camp effect that they can have on some students. Like all juvenile institutions it is supposed to provide a space for encountering and transitioning into independence and adulthood. Students are exposed in a semi controlled, protected setting.
They are protected from extreme reprisals from teachers by the rules of conduct that prevent teachers from reciprocating violence. Saying fuck you to a teacher allows them to get into a controlled amount of trouble and receive some credit for being tough without their transgression attracting the attention of established gangsters. Established gangsters are not impressed with a person saying fuck you to a teacher, but saying it allows our students to walk around with an attitude as if they were tough enough to kill somebody.
They learn to stop snitching about tiny things like chewing gum or copying homework, until they graduate to not snitching about doing drugs, about sex or sex assault, about fights...
They get to have sex and finally feel relieved from the perceived softness and fragility of not having sex. They are developed by the systematic education of the street. This education is far more effective because it is consistent and unchanging. This education is also more effective because it is considered to be subversive to adult authority and an injust society, the unconscience awareness of the disparity and despair of their condition finds representation in the preresequite anger for street development.
After a period of several suspensions and usually two juvenile arrests the students are allowed to enter a probational period in a criminal apprenticeship. This education is highly competitive and usually takes the most intelligent male students, and the least intelligent, who become as disposable as a plastic bag carrying weight for a time. These most intelligent subscribe to a rigorous series of tests were the rules of development and demanding and merciless in their
consistency. Graduation takes the form of expulsion or a serious felony.
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Even in our sleep pain that cannot forget Falls drop by drop upon the heart Until in our own despair Against our will Comes wisdom Through the awful grace of God. Escalus
About Me
- Mr. Boston
- I am now a third year teacher. Before I moved to Chicago I worked in juvenile rehabilitation schools, a suburban school, and was a volunteer teacher for a summer in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. I went to Michigan State University. My students think I look like Mr Boston. This really pisses me off.
What we do for ourselves dies with us.
What we do for others and the world remains and is eternal.
Albert Pine
What we do for others and the world remains and is eternal.
Albert Pine