I really think my students are wasting their time sitting in class seven hours per day. They are ready to enter the workforce already. No training needed. They've got mad skillz that should be utilized forthwith.
Nobody hires scientists or doctors or lawyers or Indian chiefs anymore. Today's youth needs to stop spinning their wheels with this education pipe dream and hit the streets. They are job-ready. The leading career path at this time seems to be:
Did somebody just get here?
Who's that? I've never seen that person before.
There's two of them.
That one is looking for something.
Checking her notes.
Why is that car door open? Isn't that unusual?
Is there a person inside that car?
Who drives that little convertible?
Strange people have been in and out of the building all day.
In only fifty short minutes, my class wrapped up the case. Never mind that one entire ceiling-to-waist window is covered in black butcher paper to retard the glare of sunlight on my projector screen. Through the one remaining window, located at the back of the classroom, directly behind Mrs. Hillbilly Mom's desk, an area off limits to anyone without ID to prove he is Mrs. Hillbilly Mom, they solved this mystery.
A better-handled stake-out you'll never see. Nothing inside the classroom distracted this bunch. Certainly not the lesson. Nobody needed a drink or the bathroom. No cell phones were out. No snoozing occurred. Just fifty minutes of pure, unadulterated nosiness which culminated in a conclusion to the investigation.
Interviews were being conducted for the one teaching position that needs to be filled at Newmentia next year.