While immersed in the Krebs cycle in mid-January, pushing biochemical pathways on sophomores who have yet to learn chemistry, I marvel at their persistence, trying to grasp what I know they cannot, but I ask them to do it anyway. (There is something unethical about this....)
Should I ever train a dog to bark in Latin, I will be praised for my remarkable puppy and my methods of puppy training. I could write books about my methods, and others could train their pooches to recite Virgil as well.
I could develop a whole system of tests, the National Canine Latin Barking assessment system, and make those with less educated mutts feel shame.
I would be rich, my puppies would gain universal acclaim, but truth be told (and truth has become a rare commodity), my trained terriers would no more about Latin than I know about the mind of a frisky horseshoe crab clasped onto its partner under a June moon.
My dogs would know nothing more than they did when they only barked, no matter what the NCLB assessment measures.
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And we will return to Bloomfield, our Bloomfield, different critters than the ones we were that morning, in ways no standardized test can measure.
Mid-January is as good a time as any to be cranky.
Photo by me using Leslie's point-n-shoot.
2 comments:
Just want to let you know I love this post. Happy New Year, Michael.
Dear Tracy,
I like it, too! Your words mean a lot to me.
Happy New Year to you and Jack!
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