I kind of love this piece from fellow blogger Steve Greenlaw.
I’ve found that the game of school is just that: a game.
My brother-in-law put it best when I was in college. “You just gotta jump through the right hoops.”
And it’s torture for the students. Jump through this hoop, and you’ll get the grade that will allow you to walk across the stage with a mortar board. And it will make your parents happy. Not you, necessarily.
We are all trained puppies. And the grades mean bupkis.
And yet, we do it all again next year.
And that’s why at this time of year, as I find myself staring blankly ahead to keep from rolling my eyes out of their sockets, I keep wondering what I’ll do next year to make it better.
There must be a better.