I was going to make the standard comment aobut policy removing thought, judgement, discretion and responsibility from those charged with enforcing it, but then I read this in the article:
"When I'm out there and see something inappropriate, I'll let them know. I don't think parents know they have boyfriends and girlfriends," he said, adding that he believes holding hands could "lead to more intimate situations."
Kosch agreed. "You let them hold hands, next thing they're on the grass" kissing, he said.
Hand-holding as the gateway "drug" to more 'extreme' displays! Today hand-holding, tomorrow a group Oshiroi Festival in the school cafeteria!
Yep, these administrators shouldn't be allowed any leeway, as they clearly have little or no thought, judgement, discretion and responsibility.
I wasn't about to bridge those two posts together, but since you did Icepick, all I can say is Thank You.
(and I hope your increased commentingness isn't due to my Festivus grievance and rather is due to the quality of posts, cause the grievance was in jest (mostly))
Actually, the increased quantity of comments is due to the fact that I've moved you into my regular rotation of blog-reading.
I've found that some blogs just get read-out after awhile. Or they're too technical about subjects that I don't care enough about.
For the later, see Drezner's posts on various trade issues, or the VC on any legal issue. I'm sure it's interesting if you're an IR student or constitutional law wonk, respectively, but I'm neither.
And as for being read-out, I just know what some people are going to write. I know how Andrew Sullivan is going to respond to anything without having to read his blog. Same goes for other prominent bloggers. When this happens, I go in search of new writers.
So this time around, I've dumped everyone but Althouse, Gene Expression and Something Old, Nothing New. (And a few subject-specific blogs.) And from Althouse, I've branched out to RIA's blog, and now to yours and Pooh's, I'll probably pick up Bill's blog next, and I should go back and check out Pastor Jeff's site again.
And really, I'm fairly immune to being cajoled into anything, so don't sweat the Festivus thing. And people that ARE that easily swayed deserve what they get!
I'm just so baffled by all this crap that passes for 'education' these days. We do all tis mindless shit about 'standards' and 'values' and forget about the 'learning' or especially the 'thinking' parts.
If you fail English, Ralph, its not unpossible, it's because you didn't do your homework. It's not deferred success, it's declined success.
Alternatively, stories like this (BTW, is the place really Fuk-whatever province? That's not from the Onion?) remind me of how unusual my middle and high school experience was. Every year we had an "Overnighter". With co-ed sleeping arrangements. Strangely, I don't recall a single student at the school getting preggers between 1989 and 1995.
I would try and convince you that Fukuoka is a real city, and Prefecture but then, their English language information station is called LoveFM, 'get yourself some Fukuoka Love, baby'.
Also, on their transportation page it has pictures like that bullet train, and well, it wouldn't be hard to believe it's all one big elaborate joke.
Reminds me in my Japanese class the Sensei feigning ignorance as to why the pronounciation of the Japanese word for FORK would be funny, "Foku"(please class pronounce it this way, {giggle, giggle, snicker, snicker}).
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I was going to make the standard comment aobut policy removing thought, judgement, discretion and responsibility from those charged with enforcing it, but then I read this in the article:
"When I'm out there and see something inappropriate, I'll let them know. I don't think parents know they have boyfriends and girlfriends," he said, adding that he believes holding hands could "lead to more intimate situations."
Kosch agreed. "You let them hold hands, next thing they're on the grass" kissing, he said.
Hand-holding as the gateway "drug" to more 'extreme' displays! Today hand-holding, tomorrow a group Oshiroi Festival in the school cafeteria!
Yep, these administrators shouldn't be allowed any leeway, as they clearly have little or no thought, judgement, discretion and responsibility.
I wasn't about to bridge those two posts together, but since you did Icepick, all I can say is Thank You.
(and I hope your increased commentingness isn't due to my Festivus grievance and rather is due to the quality of posts, cause the grievance was in jest (mostly))
Actually, the increased quantity of comments is due to the fact that I've moved you into my regular rotation of blog-reading.
I've found that some blogs just get read-out after awhile. Or they're too technical about subjects that I don't care enough about.
For the later, see Drezner's posts on various trade issues, or the VC on any legal issue. I'm sure it's interesting if you're an IR student or constitutional law wonk, respectively, but I'm neither.
And as for being read-out, I just know what some people are going to write. I know how Andrew Sullivan is going to respond to anything without having to read his blog. Same goes for other prominent bloggers. When this happens, I go in search of new writers.
So this time around, I've dumped everyone but Althouse, Gene Expression and Something Old, Nothing New. (And a few subject-specific blogs.) And from Althouse, I've branched out to RIA's blog, and now to yours and Pooh's, I'll probably pick up Bill's blog next, and I should go back and check out Pastor Jeff's site again.
And really, I'm fairly immune to being cajoled into anything, so don't sweat the Festivus thing. And people that ARE that easily swayed deserve what they get!
I'm just so baffled by all this crap that passes for 'education' these days. We do all tis mindless shit about 'standards' and 'values' and forget about the 'learning' or especially the 'thinking' parts.
If you fail English, Ralph, its not unpossible, it's because you didn't do your homework. It's not deferred success, it's declined success.
Alternatively, stories like this (BTW, is the place really Fuk-whatever province? That's not from the Onion?) remind me of how unusual my middle and high school experience was. Every year we had an "Overnighter". With co-ed sleeping arrangements. Strangely, I don't recall a single student at the school getting preggers between 1989 and 1995.
I would try and convince you that Fukuoka is a real city, and Prefecture but then, their English language information station is called LoveFM, 'get yourself some Fukuoka Love, baby'.
Also, on their transportation page it has pictures like that bullet train, and well, it wouldn't be hard to believe it's all one big elaborate joke.
Reminds me in my Japanese class the Sensei feigning ignorance as to why the pronounciation of the Japanese word for FORK would be funny, "Foku"(please class pronounce it this way, {giggle, giggle, snicker, snicker}).
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