A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take out a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up, not to rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they’re sorry, but the scars are there forever.
“only in expressing basic human emotions — tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on. And the fact that a lot of people break down and cry when confronted with my pictures shows that I can communicate those basic human emotions … The people who weep before my pictures are having the same religious experience I had when I painted them. And if you, as you say, are moved only by their color relationship, then you miss the point.”—Mark Rothko (on his painting interest) (via waisted)
That means approximately 7,663 hours in the year are left unaccounted for.
Let’s assume parents don’t see their kids until 5pm. This might not be a proper assumption in a world where so many parents have to work two jobs just to make ends meet, but let’s assume. So, two hours a day, for 6 days a week, for 52 weeks. That leaves 7,039 hours.
And we’ll be nice and subtract hours that the children are sleeping and aren’t necessarily aware of their surroundings. Assuming healthy kids, 8 hours of sleep…that leaves 4,119.
Let’s assume those are hours spent around their family. It’s a faulty assumption I know. So we’ll adjust again - let’s say the students are also accounted for in the summer by babysitters or summer camp. Three months, five days a week, 8 to 3 (we already accounted for the hours until five for the whole year with the working-till-five equation), that’s subtracting another 420 hours. That’s 3,699 hours.
I’m feeling so generous and realistic that I’m going to assume that parents work until seven, which with subtraction and rounding down leaves about 3,000 hours.
So if parents spend nearly three times as much time with their children as teachers do…
Why are teachers expected to be saints with no personal lives or shortcomings while parents can do whatever they’d like and be whatever they are without criticism?
Parents can have sex in the room down the hall. Parents can watch violent television with their kids playing in the same room. Parents can drink or smoke. Parents can cuss.
But teachers, or anyone who works or volunteers with kids, can’t do anything in their private lives without the assumption that it will spill into the classroom. If a teacher is sexually active the kids will come home talking about orgies. If a teacher has a same-sex partner the kids will come home talking about sexuality. If a teacher is spotted in a bar they must be coming in drunk to class.
Someone explain to me why there is such an unfair double-standard. I’d like to know, so that I can one day be both a teacher and a human being without it leading to scandal.
There is this strange kind of pressure that teachers have. It’s sort of hard to place, but it really does feel like we are monitored all of the time. I work at a school where kids live in homes that promote swearing, a lack of manners, and every other bad behavior. It’s sad that we get saddled with the responsibility of raising kids.