Interesting. When you ask a five-year-old what he can do with a box, he has so many ideas. But as that kid grows up and goes to school, that creativity shrinks.
One reason for this is the emphasis on rote memorization of things rather than actually using your brain. Many students feel they are learning how to pass tests rather than acquiring actual knowledge. They are getting used to there being only one answer for everything. It amazes me that they are not ready for the next level thinking, which is to understand that in life there is no one answer to everything.
Just ask yourself: Did Steve Jobs use his imagination to make an iPod? Did Bill Gates use his creativity to make Microsoft?
Many schools all over America respond the same way when students break the rules. They crack down hard with suspensions or even expulsions. They only ask, “What law was broken?” and “Who did it?” They don’t seek the cause behind it.
Many administrators are realizing that this may decrease the violence in school in the short term but that it can also lead to increased violence outside of school and may also cause students to give up on education.
Now, some are turning away from this zero tolerance approach and adopting a restorative justice model that encourages offenders to apologize and take responsibility.
As described in “Implementing restorative justice: A guide for schools” from the state of Illinois, the practice seeks to, “increase the pro-social skills of those who have harmed others, address underlying factors that lead youth to engage in delinquent behavior, and build on strengths in each young person.”
I was different. I was the new girl in elementary school, the girl no one wanted to be around, the new girl who wore weird stockings and Old Navy sweaters, back when Old Navy wasn’t cool. I was the girl who had black hair instead of blonde, brown eyes instead of blue. I was different, a social outcast, ostracized by the very society I was to call home.
I used to tell people my story and they’d call me strong or brave. They acted like out of bullying comes something beautiful.
But my story is not beautiful. Sure, you look at people who used to be bullied and see where they are, they’re so “happy” and “successful.” I get it. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? But what the people don’t see is the years of pain, the mental damage that comes with it. It is not beautiful.
I take a look at the world with my juvenile eyes.
I see young minds absorbing,
These lies, these lives, these rappers are distorting.
Put a female in front of a camera, shake that behind and record it.
A girl sends you a nude, make sure that you forward it.
Hoping for a brighter future but never working towards it.
I, too, am a representation of this generation,
I’m far from perfect.
I’m not trying to parent you with a mother’s wit.
I just hate to see my generation deteriorating as a nation,
And becoming an abomination.
Annihilating its character just to fit this mold.
Listening to these lyrics and doing as they’re told.
Girls twerking to receive attention.
Flaunting the goods ain’t gonna increase your pension.
Exercise your right to extend your education,
And here I’m left hoping for a re-creation.
I, too, am a victim of falling to these temptations,
Participating in activities furthering me from my desired destinations.
Teaching and helping others is a passion of mine. It’s also where I should be. “Old Soul” or “Mama Coco” friends call me. Giving always came easy to me. But these days, I’m starting to realize that the advice I give to others is the advice I should be giving to myself.
When some of my friends argue, they feel they have to hold back some of their feelings because they fear the outcome of more disappointment. My advice is to hold nothing back. How can you resolve an issue that hasn’t been fully addressed?
And then it hit me. I was going through the same problem with someone. I knew that I had to speak up, but every time I saw this person, I said nothing because I feared the result. I kept all the pain inside.
It hurts to know that I had the solution to a problem, but I was too scared to actually solve it, to fight for the relationship to last and get better. Instead of saying something, I sit there. I fear that we will become nothing if I don’t get enough courage to open my mouth and ask, “Why?”
I guess it is easier to give advice than to take it.