I think we have a few different types of school systems represented too.
Scumpup talks of being in his position long enough to have taught the children of former students. He is active in his community and lives where he teaches. I get the feeling his town is smaller and his school system better taken care of by the town.
Where I went to school many of the teachers were laid off at the end of the school year and didn’t know if they would have a job the next year until school started. Paper was rationed two sheets per kid for assignments or tests. Most of the supplies were broken or shared between 4 or 5 kids.
We had to have assemblies to address issues like gangs from rival cities coming to invade the school and do various things. More than once I got to school and was turned away at the gate because there were bomb threats. One day I went to the bathroom during class only to run into the police who were looking for a child loose in the school with a gun. The kid in the locker next to mine in high school had a gun and drugs hanging in his locker. We had a very well publicised at the time hazing incident where the hazed children were supposedly forced to eat pubic hair.
Classes were very large, supplies scarce, and teachers did not get a lot of support from administrators or parents. If the teachers disciplined the children then parents would complain about why their kid was being singled out by the teacher. Detention was a joke since it was virtually unenforceable as parents could mandate that their kid could not be kept after school.
I have a kidney disease I have had since I was a small child. I had my doctors write all my teachers a notice because I wasn’t allowed to go to the bathroom to pee since they considered me a chronic time waster. (I asked to go to the bathroom too frequently so I must be goofing off) Even with the notes they insisted I was making things up. Even after I had a biopsy done and was mandated not to have to carry my books for 2 weeks (again with doctor notes) not one of my teachers would let me leave class the 5 minutes early or send someone to carry books for me… no crutches obviously no need for help. Instead I did it all myself and the pain was unbelievable! They just belittled my tears. Telling my parents wasn’t really an option as my father didn’t obey the doctor notes either and my second day home from the hospital was spent doing the laundry that accumulated during my week long stay. (up and down basement steps all day)
