shrew,
Yes, I do know that a lot of my notions are wacky, and I don’t always claim that I’m right. I’m sure I’m wrong about a lot of things.
By the way, I was a student, yes, but I was also a customer, by virtue of my mother paying her property taxes. Well, actually, since I was a minor, I guess you’d say my mother was the customer; I was simply the recipient of the services she purchased.
A parking space or elevator access are privleges, I admit. But suppose you open a supermarket where the employees all park by the door, and the customers only get to park on the far edges of the lot, or in the one-hour zones out on the street. And in this fictional multi-level market, the employees ride elevators to do their duties, but the customers must lug their groceries up and down flights of stairs. How many people do you think would shop at that supermarket? Do you know of any legitimate business that operates in that fashion?
And no, I did not believe that my needs for the elevator met or surpassed those of the handicapped students. I did believe, however, that the faculty had no more right to the elevator than I did. The main reason I rode the elevator was because I knew the established system was wrong, not because I was lazy or in a hurry.
At my school, the one small elevator could never have met the demands of everyone in the building anyway. The elevator should have been reserved for the handicapped, and for the use of people transporting furniture, movie projectors, garbage, et cetera, regardless of faculty or student status.
And I don’t think I have, or ever had, “the self-centeredness of youth.” I didn’t want to force the teachers to walk to work. I didn’t want to make the janitor carry all the rubbish down the stairs. I only wanted fairness, not a caste system.
Also, thanks for not completely tearing me to shreds; I know a lot of my views are waaay off to one side or another. But I did get the feeling that a lot of other students felt the same way; they just didn’t fully realize or understand their feelings, or they didn’t know how to articulate them.
But anyway, enought about me and my school. Let’s get back to the subject at hand.
I’ll admit that I’m pretty sure I’m the only one here who is in favor of simply allowing the students to freak dance at will.
If the school desires to prevent the dancing, it needs more than just rules and enforcement. We’ll have to figure out WHY the students want to freak, and find a way to change their attitudes on the subject.
No matter how many rules are made, there will be a moment when no one will be watching, and the kids will do whatever they want. To TRULY remedy the problem, we don’t need rules; we have to get them to want something different.