Saw a double rainbow just before dusk....
Science did not create Little Boy and Fat Man.
But our knowledge of the natural world made the technology possible.
I do not train engineers, I do not train scientists--I share the natural world with children. Our classroom is just over a mile from where the folks from the Manhattan Project originally purified uranium--the site is still contaminated.
Our Superintendent-in-Chief Arne Duncan believes that "we have to educate ourselves to a better economy." In a world defined by the global economy, education is reduced to a tool needed to create citizens worthy of this new world empire.
|For this Scarecrow, the degree matters more than knowing|
Most of my kids remain blissfully unworthy, still filled with a joie de vivre that requires taming for success in Arne's world.
I have little faith in Duncan or anybody else who places ambition over love, though I do grudgingly admire their machine-like pursuit of a life not worth living. Such a life gives him the option of not living within a stone's throw of a radioactive field.
Connecting my lambs to the natural world takes more time than the curriculum allows. Seeds simply do not sprout fast enough in ArneWorld to make biology education efficient (though Zeus knows we try--go read about Wisconsin Fast Plants®).
Every August, as the sunlight dims, I ask myself the same question, and this year I am asking aloud.
What will it be, science teacher?
|Wheat, grown in our classroom|
"Biology 101" again, or helping young adults build real connections to a deep, deadly, and beautiful universe, connected to and of this Earth, where food and feces trump finances and fear.
Biology feces much more interesting than the shit we pretend matters....