|At least somebody's profiting from all this|
I watched the passive resignation of young adults who finished a pointless section in less than half the time allotted, then sat there on a mid-May morning.
They were polite--they've been trained to be.
They were silent--they've been coerced to be.
They were compliant--it's what we want them to be.
I felt dirty.
I went home and planted a few moonflower seeds I had soaked overnight.
So it wasn't a totally wasted day.
|By KeepOpera, CC 3.0|
But I had no right, none of us do, to subject children to a test that does not count for anything, when they, too, could have planted moonflowers.
And in July, as the sun is starting its journey back south, and the fragrance of a blooming moonflower under a full moon makes me brave again, I'll remember this sin, and ask forgiveness.
At least I can fearlessly teach science until the end of the year now.