My high school Calculus class was taught by an old man with bad breath who owned only one pair of brown corduroy pants that he never washed. Bikini Calculus might have paved the way for my first PhD in Astrophysics. I think the instruction is made even more awesome by the tongue ring lisp.
Insane? No. Mentally ill and making a fourteen year-old boy the undisputed king of his middle school? Yes.
A kid who got beat up for wearing a pink shirt to school is suing the school and his attacker. I have some words of advice to the little Mary wearing his ballerina gear. If you are delusional enough to believe that nobody is going to call you a “faggot” and try to fight you when you are:
- A male.
- Wearing a pink collared shirt to high school (a place renowned for excessive social Darwinism).
Then you deserved the beating you got. Only one man can pull off the pink shirt and his name is Don Johnson.
Red ink is being banned in primary British schools because, “The red pen has negative connotations and can be seen as a negative approach to improving pupils’ work.” Since writing negative remarks in a different colored ink would invoke the same connotations as the red pen, maybe these sensitive little pricks should get gold stars and cookies when they do well and smiley faces when they do poorly. Under this system, the line between right and wrong will be blurred enough so the only thing kids will learn is that it is socially acceptable to be stupid because it makes people smile.