Day 68. Labor.
Today U.S. History Honors (I still have trouble typing that. Honors...whatever.) Today U.S. History Upwardly Mobile, learned about child labor. I tried to point out that this was not really history anymore, but simple preparation for a return to the mines and factories which all children crave.
Once again we decided that the book "The Jungle" is pretty horrific, but cheap sausage is still cheap, so maybe a rollback of regulations wouldn't be such a bad thing. Today almost no one has tuberculosis, and it can easily be cured with essential oils. (That's not true. If you have tuberculosis, please get some antibiotics.)
The FBI class gave presentations and I created what can only be described as a "stupid rubric" the stupidity being something I own as I created it. We judged each other's presentation on "Presenter's Height" and "How Shiny are their Teeth?". Wardrobe was also taken into account as well as general disdain. There were a few key points such as "Informative" etc. but most people focused on shining up their teeth before they presented which highlights just how shallow and visually driven we have become. The presenters all did a great job, even with the category of "General Disdain Towards Presenter" included on the rubric.
AICE global perspectives watched some sample presentations from the past few years, fought each other as only family can (we have grown close) and then everyone still in the room when I had my pathetic lunch watched as I poured it out of a can and ate my Oliver Twist like meal with a plastic spoon.
Remedial study hall came in and one by one began to filter out to better study halls. The peer counselors came in to present, and quite frankly I'm not sure if anyone noticed. I fed a few kids some free plantains, and now I own their souls. They probably didn't know that was part of the bargain, and I'll probably give them back, because honestly sophomore souls aren't worth that much. Also some kid left a bag of unsold plantains in my room and is now on his way to Argentina.
Thank you for the plantains. Stay away from my soul.
Shard, this might be my favorite one this year.