In third period, Mrs. Rodgers, the history teacher, gives us a packet of 6 pages along with two graphic organizer papers on the crappy Redemption period of Georgia, which, by the way, will not help you in life. Who wants to know about three racist governors with a nickname? Mind you, a bad nickname at that. Who names their group the Bourbon Triumvirate? That's out of date even for their time over a hundred years ago. Two periods before that mess of a class, I have Mrs. Peterson, the algebra teacher, who gave us a packet of four worksheets front and back. She didn't give us much, but at the end of the day the numbers add up. After Business and P.E., I stroll down to sixth period. Sixth period is not anything to stroll about. My mood was beaten into shape as soon as I realized I had to get my science material out of my locker. Nevertheless, I dragged my sorrowful body into physics and got it over with. At the end of that class, I now have a total of a giant project to work on, two graphic organizers, six pages of history, and four pages of math. That's a total of 12 pages plus a giant project that I will at least have to spend four hours on that's due Friday.
Now, I get to the good part: English class. Oh, how I do love my English! My English teacher is funny and kind, which is a bonus to my opinion of the class because I would like English class even if the devil himself taught. Not literally, because we would all probably have to write a 100 page essay all in blood with no donations, but you get the point.
I've always loved English since I was a little kid. I don't know what it was that attracted me so much to words, so I developed a few theories along the path of life. One of my theories suggests that I like English so much due to my genetics, although I think that I like grammatical-related matters because I started reading when I was only three or four years old. I believe it was four but I could be wrong. Anyways, I started writing when I was maybe five or six. When I say, "I started writing when I was five or six", I am not talking about petty sentences that the average kindergardener learns. The school system only caught up to my reading level in kindergarden when I hit the fourth grade.
I didn't understand why the teachers were repeating things each year instead of teaching new things. I really think it's sad that the school system doesn't have more of an in-depth educational structure. A ten year old could figure out how to make the school a better place, yet the government won't do crap about it.
I honestly oppose the idea of the "No Child Left Behind" program, because it makes people like myself who want to learn in class suffer from other imbeciles' idiotic actions. Kids think they can do whatever they want because of this school system, because the thought never crosses their mind that they mind stay in the same grade the next year if they don't do well on their report card. They don't care at all. They don't have to care. This impacts how they think and therefore suppresses their chances of getting into high school or, if they get in, graduating from high school or college. They feel invincible. Mere children who know nothing of the real world should not feel like their invincible and feel like they know everything. The stereotype that teenagers know everything isn't just a stereotype. It's real. This is the part that scares me.
This was just a little article on my opinion of the "No Child Left Behind" program that I just felt like sharing with you, so if you enjoyed it, please leave a comment below or share this article with a friend who may find it intriguing. Thank you for taking your precious and valuable time and donating it to this article!
Thanks,
Michael
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