Then the student should be expelled from school.
Let’s not get hasty here.
There would probably be some sort of notation on the student’s permanent record. And on the tv news reports, the student’s neighbors would say that the kid seemed nice and was quiet.
They could always hit her in the battick with a German automatic. (Well, that’s how I thought it went…)
Yeah, my fiancee is a teacher and this murder was just up the road, so this thread is hitting a little close to home.
He wasn’t murdered, but I did have a teacher in high school who died in the middle of the school year. He was a hard-ass. A little effeminate guy with a Napolean complex, who played favorites and pinged high on the racist-sexist-jackass meter. He was infamous for making students, even guys, break down in tears in the middle of class. Oh, how we all feared and despised the guy. When he fell ill and stopped coming to class, we thought we’d died and gone to heaven.
Thing is, when he died he no longer seemed like such an evil guy. Or rather, most of the anger I had towards him turned into pity. Although he was a hard-ass, he was a brilliant hard-ass–certainly the sharpest faculty member at that school. And for all his racist and sexist ways, you had to give him credit for having a solid “overcoming” story. He was the first and/or only black male teacher a lot of us would ever have. He was the reason our academic team was the best in the district. Alll the “top” students could credit his influence somehow.
I guess what I’m saying is that he wasn’t very beloved when he was with us, but he certainly was once we realized just how much we’d lost.
A bad teacher isn’t the same as an unpopular one. Unpopular teachers are usually unpopular because they take their jobs seriously and don’t take shit from piss-ant students and their parents.
Virtually all teachers have a few kids that really connect with them and like them. It always amazes me, but people are complicated. When you are a student it can seem like “everybody” hates so and so, but 99% of the time there are at least a few kids that, for whatever reason, get along well with them. They just weren’t kids you knew. And that teacher you and your friends all loved? Someone not only hated them, but thought everyone did.
The problem with that is [and especially with older women] that the woman is at a disadvantage because if they are young enough for children, not being able to remarry means denying them a chance to have a child [which is heartily encouraged by the Catholic church] and frequently they can not support themselves because of a lack of job history, lack of marketable skill or truely crappy availability of jobs in the area, or having multiple children and not being able to support them even with alimony and child support.
IMHO the Catholic church needs to get the stick out of their ass about divorce and drag their ass into the 21st century and realize that people can change or make mistakes and the marriage needs to be dissolved releasing both people to find new marriages.
Of course Catholics can legally divorce. They can also legally have abortions. But the Catholic Church does not recognize the validity of a divorce. That’s why they prohibit remarriage - as far as the Church is concerned, it’s bigamy because you’re still married to your original spouse.
There are loopholes like annulment or invalidity. But these are essentially declarations that there never was a valid marriage. Catholic doctrine says that a valid marriage cannot be broken.
Yeah, but it doesn’t mean they have to keep on living together or share property.
There’s also no such thing as a bad kid who dies.
I asked my mom about this once, when I was about eight. I had just read one of Ann Landers’ columns. The letter-writer was distraught that her “bright” and “beautiful” toddler grandson had choked to death on peanut butter, and wanted AL to warn everyone of this terrible hazard. It seemed like the latest in a string of tragedies I’d heard about, where the dead child was bright, beautiful, gifted, sweet, and every good thing that I rarely heard about living kids. So I asked my mom “Why is it always beautiful children who die? Are they doomed because they’re beautiful and good?”
“You mean, why doesn’t anyone say ‘what a brat’?..Well, because they don’t remember anything bad. Children who die were probably good and bad, like any kid. Probably just average in most ways, not the smartest or most talented. But when they’re dead, all anyone remembers is the good.”
I also have a cousin who died (leukemia) when he was thirteen (I was four). What my mom didn’t tell me until I was an adult, because that’s when I asked about it, was that he was not angelic. First of all, he was the youngest of five kids…until the sixth child was born. Which meant he was not the baby any more, and according to mom, he did not take that well. Then, she says, when he was sick, and that was about five years, he was demanding, cranky, and often downright arrogant. “Get me this; do that; I’m sick, gah.” She said more recently that if he’d been healthy, and lived past thirteen, he probably would have raised hell as a teenager.
I can appreciate the dark humor in the Op’s post. It’s pretty weird how people elevate good, normal people into saints after they die tragically. In this case ( I assume you’re talking about Colleen Ritzer) there’s no reason to think she was unpopular. If I’m wrong please cite. This is tragic, there’s got to be a lot we don’t know yet.