Growing a Pair

By Jim Hagarty
2016

If you want a good education, come to Ontario, the largest province in Canada. I used to teach high school, then college, here, and I can guarantee you, there is no finer jurisdiction anywhere in the world when it comes to adding value to students, young and otherwise. As teachers, we are highly educated ourselves and we share our knowledge selflessly. Also, we live by standards, strictly enforced.

And because we know we are that good, we don’t take any flack from anyone.

Take a secondary school teacher near Toronto, for example. Last year, she told a boy to grow some balls. Growing balls is a vital part of a boy’s maturation into a man and so her advice was well placed. She then called him an idiot. It is good to identify at what point on a scale of intelligence a student sits so that lessons can be designed to meet that student at the level at which he is functioning. She also slapped him in the head. This is often a great motivational tool, and follows that old adage, “The beatings will continue until morale improves.” It is every Ontario teacher’s guiding motto.

Also last year, the teacher in question made other motivational remarks to her students, such as, “Why don’t you lick me where I fart?,” “Fuck you,” and “It looks like your ass cheeks are too close together.”

And she also pointed out to her students that one of their female classmates looked like a frumpy old lady.

I am proud of teacher Jennifer Green-Johnson but incredibly, someone has complained about her approach. Authorities are investigating but don’t seem too concerned, although she has been sent home a time or two.

The good news for the Ontario educational system is she still has her job.

So join us. And let us help you grow and develop into a mature, well-rounded, happy contributor to society.

Like Jennifer.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.