posted on Sep, 29 2006 @ 11:12 AM
I'm glad that it was understood that my first post was made in jest. And I'm glad to see that everyone so far has had enough sense to tell the
difference between caution and absurdity.
However I will say that the problem of school shootings is a real one. But the whole "zero tolerance" thing is a bit stupid IMO. If someone is in
posession of a gun, isn't that already illegal? And expelling someone from school on those grounds doesn't eliminate the threat, but causes a
bigger one by further alienating an already antisocial individual.
Denying someone education is never a good answer. For one, it's not really a punishment for the student (time out of school), and it causes a
further societal problem of a possibly dangerous kid being ignored by one of the institutions that has the ability to help him.
Let me tell you my story:
I was a senior in High School, and already an outsider. One of my fellow outcasts, through no fault of his own, ended up talking to a girl who really
liked him. He was a sophomore, and the girl was the ex-girlfriend of a member of the football team. He was abusive to her, and most everyone else.
When Eddie (football player) found out Paul (nicknamed scrawny paul) was talking to his ex, he flipped and threatened hi with his life, with the
backing of his football chums. I doubt he would have killed him, but he definately wasn't safe from a massive beating.
Paul told me, and, beingthe genius that I was, confronted Eddie and told him to back off or something bad would happen. I had a set of nunchucks that
I carried with me, and a genius buddy of mine thought it would be a good idea to clarify what I meant for Eddie.
Big Eddie wassmart enough to know that it would be more damaging to me to tell the powers that be, and have me kicked out, and he was right. I was
cought with a weapon in school, and expelled. Believe me, I know that there were much better ways to handle the situation but I smoked a lot of # and
wasn't as wise as I am now.
In any event, I was kicked out of school, and had no desire to continue. I was only 2 credits shy, but couldn't care less if I ever got a diploma.
Lucky for me one of my teachers cared. He grabbed me one day while I was hanging out on Thayer street (a local hooligan hangout) and told me to meet
with him for coffee. When we met, he sat down and said he would meet with me for coffee twice a week, and finish the history and English credits that
I needed to graduate. It was more fun than school, and I had more freedom of thought. It made me appreciate learning, and strive for more.
Lucky for me, there was someone who saw potential, and couldn't see it lost. I wonder how many teachers would be willing to do the same? I wonder
how many students were kicked out, and just didn't have anyoe to pull them back.