That was his older brother. In seventh grade he and other star members of the science class were sent out back to dismantle a class engineering project, a bridge made out of PVC pipe. They were busily bashing and stomping it and tossing pieces in the dumpster, no doubt clowning around some as kids will, and my son playfully tossed aside a piece he thought he’d like to keep. A lurking VP materialized and accused him of having a weapon on campus and threatening the safety of others, including menacing a cafeteria worker that she claimed had been standing by the dumpster—a sheer fabrication that everyone knew was false (no one was there). It was her opinion that the piece of white plastic tubing resembled a gun.
My son was suspended for three days and forced by the suspension to miss doing his final English presentation and take a major hit on his grade. It was the end of the school year—no time for make-up. He was also forbidden to attend the last school dance of the year.
He went home and burnt his school pride shirt, which he had received as an award for citizenship.
We fought that one all the way and received a written apology from the district. The following year the VP and her principal (who, when my son had asked to tell his side of the story, responded that he’d heard the VP’s account and didn’t need to know anything else) were quietly transferred to another school.
Then there was the time the younger one was seized and held for arrest by a police officer on campus for violating the terms of his suspension—he’d been told on March 7th “not to come back until three-ten,” and he went back on campus after school was out to see a teacher about his homework, thinking three-ten was a time, not a date.
These are nothing compared with the horror stories I’ve heard some parents tell. And my kids were never troublemakers or disciplinary problems. Is it any wonder that kids come through school learning to hate and despise authority and to feel that the whole social system is the enemy? If you can be a marked criminal by the age of six, what’s the use of trying to stay within the law?
Gosh, I didn’t mean for this innocent question to turn into a rant about injustice, but it is all of a piece. Human nature has not changed in the past half-century, but social attitudes are, in my opinion, breeding more problems than they solve. Trying to anticipate everything that could go wrong anywhere, making a law or a rule about it, and exhibiting zero tolerance toward any perceived infraction (in effect giving carte blanche to those doing the perceiving) is costing us more than it is worth. Where do we get the idea that life is an experience in which nothing can be allowed to go wrong?
And that does tie back into the original question.