On education past and present.
I have already written about the nasty stuff that goes on in the Catholic Church as to the treatment of children, but not so much about how the nuns and brothers in the private Catholic schools treated the students.
Their method of instruction was to hit first and never apologize later.
This is not only typical of students of my generation- (1940’s to 1950’s,) but up to the 1980’s.
If a student talked back, interrupted the class, or got things wrong, a physical blow to the head, shoulders or hands by ruler was normal.
Catholic schools are not the only culprits in trying to beat an education into kids.
My own family produced bullies from two generations. My dad tied my older brother to a chair until he could play “Over the Waves” correctly on his accordion.
My older brother grew up to be the same kind of bully and hit his son with a belt when Charley made a mistake playing his trumpet pieces.
I credit this bullying to the Catholic heritage that my dad foisted on his family. Lucky for me I went to a public grammar school, and got good grades.
Still, when I was in second grade and got caught chewing gum, I was smacked on the hand by a ruler wielding teacher. It is remarkable that I can remember this cruelty that happened back in 1947, but bitchy teachers are still with us.
Compare this type of treatment with what goes on in a private school today.
My grandson Aaron is five years old, and was well tutored even before he attended kindergarten with a well- rounded program.
He has homework suited to his age and abilities, and gets A’s on tests. His all -around test scores run three pages on a Pdf file. It covers things like counting by odd numbers, recognizing various verbal and grammar parts that I never heard of, and lists the opinion of the teacher.
He has mastered most of the skills needed to progress to the first grade, and the fact that his classmates who are mostly female go home and talk about him to their moms shows that he has mastered the social niceties also.
This method of the parents reading to their child, playing Legos, taking him on field trips and parks has produced results. Here we have a happy, well- adjusted child, full of enthusiasm for learning, playing well with others, with nary a hint of the Bully Gene.
My son, who produced and nurtured this baby, still discusses Nurture versus Nature.
I treated my children with dignity, read them stories by candle light, enrolled them in Brownie Scouts and kept them away from the Catholic cesspool.
They thank me and extend the love to their children.