Governor Granite sure is a fan of the charter school. He says charter schools, which are private schools some corporation is making money on, will solve all of our education problems.
Especially the problem of people actually being educated which doesn't fit the agenda of his chosen party.
There's a lesson here. The lesson is if one of his pals isn't making money on it, our fine governor is against it. I'm betting charter schools don't have a money back policy like Walmart.
The governor thinks education isn't about dreams, but about getting a job, which is something he really never has had. A job is where you work for someone else.
Don't let the governor fool you. The real problem with education today is dreaming requires windows to stare out of. Have you seen a school built in the last forty years with windows in it?
Schools were once built by educators. Now they're handled by the same committee of bureaucrats that designs prisons.
During the great depression, schools were built with big windows. It was tough times, kids needed fresh air with their history lessons. Fresh air and history lessons aren't fundable in today's society.
I consider staring out the window one of the three most valuable things I learned in high school along with typing and kissing.
I went to school in old buildings with plenty of windows to attract my gaze. Once I was so caught up, I missed a pop quiz going on around me. Mr. Webb, the pop quizzer, was amused by my predicament but not enough to let me make it up.
"The only time you're mouth ain't running Ruth is when you're lost out the window. I'll give you a D this time for being quiet. Try to pay attention next time."
Mr. Webb sure knew how to cultivate genius and teach the five point paragraph.
Nothing great has ever been done without some time daydreaming. Staring out the window is easily the most productive part of any process, although you rarely find that step in instruction manuals.
I know, I used to write instruction manuals. I had a window to stare out of while I was doing it, too.
This particular sentence was preceded by twelve minutes of staring out the window. During that staring, I contemplated the growing grass, how funny those bad translation instruction manuals are, whether or not I should be writing about staring out the window, that the grass really is growing, and did I drain the gas out of the mower last fall?
It also dawned on me that the great big company I wrote instruction manuals for has created artifical intelligence so advanced the manuals now write themselves. That might not be a good thing.
But it might be that they couldn't find people who learned the fine of art of staring out the window anymore. It's as crucial to a well rounded background as the 3 R's ever were. Yes, I'm talking about reading, 'riting, and Route 23.
I just spent 5 minutes staring out the window thinking about driving across the country. That's a charter I'd be interested in.