Tea: Peach, iced.
Music: INXS, "Don't Change"
Time: Evening.
Today, I met a woman who teaches at one of the colleges here in the metro area. She teaches English as a Second Language to one group of students -- and, in effect, English as a First Language to another.
They're native-born college freshmen, products of the public schools, who can't identify the parts of speech. (I have a friend who specializes in truly righteous rage. I'd like to turn her loose on whoever failed these kids.)
It's astonishing. It's sad. But at least, with enough Schoolhouse Rock, it's fixable. A lot of damage isn't.
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