My sister is a 7th grade Language Arts/Social Studies teacher, and I’ve mentioned that before on this blog because I’m exceedingly proud of her — I couldn’t do her job, not less I got paid six figures to do it. I don’t have the patience that she does, especially when you have to deal with shitty kids and their equally shitty parents every year. She says this year, her kids are really sweet, so hopefully that continues because last year, her kids were absolute monsters.
Now, I don’t think I went to school that long ago. Sometimes it feels like I did, as I graduated from 8th grade in 1996, but that was 1996, not 1956. I don’t think the world has changed that much since then, as opposed to when my parents graduated grammar school in 1963. We didn’t have smartphones or social media or any of the Internet-related technologies that kids nowadays do, but even taking all that into consideration, the things I read about or hear about blow my mind. We didn’t talk back to teachers. We didn’t call them bitches or hoes. We didn’t threaten to kick their asses. What’s wrong with kids nowadays that positions of authority mean nothing to them? They’re teachers, not SS officers. If they tell you sit down and stop talking, sit down and stop talking. When did this get complicated? If they tell you to do your homework or to turn something in Monday, you do it. You don’t argue, you don’t badger.
Am I getting old, or are today’s kids ruder than when I was that age? I don’t remember my parents saying anything like this about me when I was 12/13 years old.