
On-task delinquency
Friday, August 31st, 2007
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but on Tuesday morning, it’s time for all you students to catch an ugly, yellow bus at the crack of dawn. It’s time for intimidating, empty planners mapping out the long months ahead. It’s time for teachers and administrators telling you how excited they are to see you (yeah, right).
Then there’s the neglected summer reading. You’ve got a few hours left to find a summary online (before the Internet, we actually had to track down the actual books to read the dust jacket and skim the ending).
Mandatory reading sucks out all the fun—the geniuses at my local board of education managed to turn me off to reading anything that wasn’t a comic. In college, a levelheaded professor assigned Philip Roth—and I picked up where I left off after “Batman Forever: The Movie Novelization” in middle school—reading for fun.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but on Tuesday morning, it’s time for all you students to catch an ugly, yellow bus at the crack of dawn. It’s time for intimidating, empty planners mapping out the long months ahead. It’s time for teachers and administrators telling you how excited they are to see you (yeah, right).
Then there’s the neglected summer reading. You’ve got a few hours left to find a summary online (before the Internet, we actually had to track down the actual books to read the dust jacket and skim the ending).
Mandatory reading sucks out all the fun—the geniuses at my local board of education managed to turn me off to reading anything that wasn’t a comic. In college, a levelheaded professor assigned Philip Roth—and I picked up where I left off after “Batman Forever: The Movie Novelization” in middle school—reading for fun.