math: Satisfactory; fatness: Outstanding
Jan. 9th, 2007 02:38 pmWe got these really odd grades in elementary school, basically words (ironically, as an adult, I get rather similar words at the office) like Outstanding or Satisfactory. I think an N was like a Really Bad Grade. Were notes from home, or the wrong kind of stickers and Really Bad Grades, as tragic & humiliating for other kids as they seemed to me?
Because if so, sending notes home about BMI is the stupidest idea ever [link is to the NYT article about it - good reading]. Even if we knew (which it seems we don't) fatness in kids to be a scourge of evilness, would we want to teach them to fear food and view exercise as a punishment?
Oh, right... that's not really any different than we do now. Which is, by the way, a big part of my issue with mainstream schooling - an awful lot of its techniques are fear-driven and mean. Which this BMI note thing fits right in with.
Because if so, sending notes home about BMI is the stupidest idea ever [link is to the NYT article about it - good reading]. Even if we knew (which it seems we don't) fatness in kids to be a scourge of evilness, would we want to teach them to fear food and view exercise as a punishment?
Oh, right... that's not really any different than we do now. Which is, by the way, a big part of my issue with mainstream schooling - an awful lot of its techniques are fear-driven and mean. Which this BMI note thing fits right in with.
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Date: 2007-01-09 09:39 pm (UTC)Things that I distinctly recall humiliating me when I was little (let's say 7 or younger):
1. Getting attention drawn to me
2. Being asked to interact with anyone I didn't already know
3. Talking or being spoken to
4. Being looked at
and so on...
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Date: 2007-01-10 05:16 am (UTC)sooooo close!
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Date: 2007-01-10 03:49 pm (UTC)Did you have to do the weigh-in in gym class every year? Where everyone lines up and steps on the scale and the gym teacher calls out your height and weight?
It was no big deal in elementary school - just boring. But *twitch* by sixth grade, I was a complete and total nervous wreck for the six weeks before Weigh Day. I had grown breasts and hips but hadn't grown in height yet and my waist hadn't done that hour-glass thing. So I was, by my 11-year-old standards, THE FATTEST PERSON IN THE WORLD. And as Weigh Day got closer and closer, I stopped being able to sleep, stopped eating, started seriously considering suicide, running away, injuring myself -- anything to get out of having the gym teacher call out my weight to the class.
But, of course, he did. Probably no one noticed. In retrospect, they were probably all too busy hyperventillating about their own weight to pay any attention to anyone else's. But I do honestly still have nightmares about standing in that line, waiting for my turn. And after that, I stopped eating and started exercising obsessively. I grew a few inches and dropped a lot of weight so by seventh grade, I didn't fear the Weigh In and I talked my mom into letting me have a bikini.
Did I mention I still have nightmares?
*twitch*
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Date: 2007-01-13 06:37 pm (UTC)You are so right. That's why most people leave public schooling with some form of neurosis. It's also why the psychoanalytical pharmacutical companies are receving lots of money.
The schools seem to care about their image now, at the exclusion of caring to see that everyone gets a decent education. Part of that, is making sure that the students at their school "look" healthy. It seems more and more these days, schools are about teaching how to be a social monster, rather than about actually teaching education. You can't get an A, unless you're the thin little blonde with all the friends. That's the way it was at least in my school.