Why? Because red is too “harsh.”
Whatever happened to actually teaching akid something instead of catering to their fuck self-esteems? I say FUCK their self-esteems. Nobody gave a shit about our self-esteem in my day and we were a lot better for it. I can remember when even the stupid kids knew how to read.
I may be a bleeding heart liberal but I’m a dyed in the wool hard ass when it comes to educating children.
“Red is over the top in it’s aggression.” Are you fucking kidding me? NO, 9/11 was over the top in it’s agression. The DC snipers were over the top in their aggression. Red is just a fucking color.
I blame coddling parents. They’re so afraid to subject their precious little bastards to anything unpleasant. Their idiot kid gets spells eleven words wrong out of ten? It’s the teacher’s fault with all that nasty red ink. It makes Jason/Amber/Heather/Parker/Dylan feel bad. Well Heather can kiss my ass, mom and dad, try making her do some fucking homework.
I spent a couple of years working in the school system. I’ve taught elementary school kids. I’ve graded 2nd Grade spelling tests in which some kids could not successfully spell their own names. I am not exaggerating. I used red ink. I used a lot of it. If I have to do it again I’m going to find the loudest, brightest, thickest most “aggressively” RED magic marker in existence, and I will CHEERFULLY blanket those tests with my corrections.
Here’s a clue, kid. If you don’t want to get red corrections, don’t give me anything to correct. The antodote to red ink is a little bit of study. Works every time.
[As an aside to this, I used to have a habit of drawing smiley faces on the tests of kidss who did well. I was told to stop doing this because it would make the kids who didn’t get smileys feel bad. I kept doing it anyway. Achievement is worth something]