I was a school kid back in the dark ages (1944-1956) and I have to tell you (Looking back now) that many (If not most) of my school teachers were either dumb as boxes of rocks or their college education was mostly in such subjects as “Girl Chasing,” “Sports” and “Partying.”
My 8th Grade Science teacher insisted that there would never be a manned Moon mission because there was no way on earth that anybody could ever construct an engine powerful enough to help a massively-heavy space vehicle escape the orbit of the Earth.
My Grade School “Biology” teacher could easily be trapped into talking about all his experiences in the Korean War — thus completely wasting the entire 45-minutes of class time. I did learn something about “Biology” however. I learned that tropical fish imprisoned in a large, well-lit and well-heated aquarium could not tolerate the introduction into the tank of any significant amounts of silver nitrate chemical.
At lunch time, as I often went to the school cafeteria where several local women hired as cooks (Mostly Farmers’ Wives) would prepare some sumptuous dishes for us students to purchase at 25-cents per plate. Sometimes the dishes weren’t all that sumptuous though and I am recalling the chili-con-carne that was created by one large lady who thought that the culinary delight could be sufficiently constructed with minimal ingredients. So I got a bowl of chili made entirely from a combination of canned beans, ketchup, chili powder and water. Gross!
My “Math” teacher insisted that we learn how to do every step of “Problems” in our head because “When you are grown and have gotten yourselves jobs, you are going to need Math skills in order to function normally in Society.” — Today I do all my math on the computer … a computer that knows a lot more about Math than I do and which is very much faster than I am. — But to give some credit to the teachers of the era, all an ordinary slob like myself was ever going to need to do with Math anyway was to learn how to read the numbers on a paycheck to make sure we got everything that we had worked for.
My “Professor” in college (History Of The World 101) taught me that he had written a book on his subject matter … a book that was essential to obtaining a passing grade in his course … a book that was severely overpriced and written in the most incomprehensibly difficult language imaginable. Besides teaching me about the need to buy a book, this “Professor” also taught me how to repeat “Along The Way” at least a Hundred times or more during a lecture. I learned a lot about “Along The Way” but not so much about Hammurabi and his legal system. (Typical of the average dimwit Liberal professor of the time period.) — But I did manage to get a great grade in his class by making up to him and his dumb-assed dog with the red hair and buying both him and his dog endless chocolate sundaes at a local ice cream shop.
Another teacher (A man of sorts) taught me some lessons in morality one day when I was caddying for him at a local golf course (He was going to pay me for the day because he thought I needed the extra cash … which I did …) and when he fondled me all the way home from the golf course as we were driving along and I was sitting there turning as red as a beet and wondering what to say to him to make him leave his hands to himself,. Did I mention that I got straight “A” grades in that course for the rest of the semesters and never once turned in an assignment of homework? LOL.
Those were the days, my friend — I was glad when they finally ended.