OK, so I was on Facebook this week and couldn’t help but notice that all the ice buckets have been replaced with enough first-day-of-school photos that I’m actually beginning to miss cat pictures. This can only mean one thing: ‘Tis that special season when everyone under the age of 18 has a permanent shoulder slump and every one of their parents is high-fiving and rediscovering the lunch date. ‘Back to School’ ain’t just a sale at Wal-Mart.
I look forward to this TIMe of year, not only for the lunch dates, but because I get to read all about the zero-tolerant administrators and their vigorous tolerance for zero-tolerance policies, which has them doling out more suspensions than a bridge-builder because at some point along their 100k graduate education they found that teaching rules is easier than teaching character. Perhaps you are familiar with the famous ‘Pop-Tart gun’ incident I wrote about here. Turns out this incident is just the tip of the iceberg lettuce wedge. With bacon bits. And bleu cheese crumbles.
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