Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton
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Monday, February 11, 2013

A long time ago...


Us oldies, pine for the good old days. A time when kids were seen and not heard, corporal punishment not frowned upon, and we enjoyed simple outdoor and physical pleasures.

I definitely don't recall being told I'm special and given class awards for just turning up. We practiced failing and falling. It didn't kill us. There was no feel good therapy, nor did we drug misbehaving kids with Ritalin, making excuses like ADHD.

Nope, we were made of tougher stuff then and SNAG* wasn't in my vocabulary.

*Sensitive New Age Guy

5 comments:

Mary said...

The lack of discipline and insistence on kids being well mannered in school and at home or out and about is pathetic today, I agree.

What is *snag?

Unknown said...

Totally agree which must mean I am very old as well. I remember getting the cane in kindergarten for dropping those coloured counting rods (I cant spell their name but they begin with q). That terrified me which probably wasnt a good thing but I was a model studen thereafter. I agree, there is an issue where we have to reward and award people for every bloody thing. After a while it means nothing. Bring back the good old days....lol.

Lavender said...

But you ARE sublimely snag-acious darling!

Young Werther said...

@Mary SNAG: sensitive new age guy :) That's NOT me!

@Lilly had this weight lifting bench pressing teacher... scared the life out of me.

@Lavender, g'day, miss you! Where's the blogging?

Lisa said...

Oh I completely agree!!