Any teacher can tell you that the end of the semester is always a struggle – rushed deadlines, end of semester grades, students that can smell the winter break around the corner, in addition to all of your own at home stress and focus. Apparently, forcibly drugging children is considered “wrong” and “illegal” by some people, so we have to push through it.
Today, two of my students reminded me why I love my school (and the kids that I teach). Today, during lunch, two of my kiddos decorated my office with some holiday cheer! It gave me the extra shot to get through… at least the next 24 hours.
The other day, I had a few students hanging out in my office (I am a floating teacher, I have no room to call home, so I have a small office in the library). They were sharing with me their music and I was horrified. “Why?” You ask? “Was it loud? Obnoxious? Laced with profanities? Encouraging violence? Complaining about the world around them? Promoted a message against ‘the man’?” No! It was none of that! In fact, I would say that it was wholesome, unobtrusive, inoffensive, easy to follow, melodic… in short, drivel.
Call me old fashioned, but part of being a teenager is being rebellious, bucking the ‘status quo,’ annoying your parents and everyone else over 21. The music of today’s youth represents none of that. I think they even use it to bond with their parents as opposed to rebel. A few of my student even gleefully told me stories of how they went to concerts with their parents. Horrifying. Of course, that may also be because going to a concert these days costs a small fortune.
When I was a teenager, half of my music tastes were solely to annoy my parents. I poured my babysitting money into cassettes as my mother continuously destroyed them believing that they were literally satanic. Kids these days have never even heard of a cassette or an 8-track… I listened to angry rockstars sing about love, the establishment, warfare, dropping out of school, fighting for your right to party, or any myriad of things that angered the older generation (the only requirement). I remember when I purchased Ice T’s iconic classic “Cop Killer.” Did I mention that my father had worked his way through Law School as a police officer? That went over well…
So, what is wrong with the world today? I propose that it is the music of ‘the kids these days.’ It’s their music. It has no marker of rebellion, anger, or discontent that marked the youth of my generation. Buck it up children!
More than one million children died during the Holocaust, many of them separated from their families and alone. Now, the United States Holocaust Museum has begun the “Remember Me Project,” a program aimed at identifying more than 1,100 children of the Holocaust who as of yet remain nameless – girls and boys, blondes, brunettes, some teens, some infants, all unique but with one unifying factor – they remain nameless victims of the Third Reich.
Archaeologists from the University of Maryland have begun work on a project that specifically highlights the Irish immigrants who took up residence in the city of Baltimore.
“Behind the closed doors of their modest Baltimore homes, beyond the view of their bosses, these unskilled railroad workers maintained a rich social, religious and family life,” says University of Maryland archaeologist Stephen Brighton.
This is the first time that archaeologists in Maryland have specifically investigated the role that Irish immigrants played in the state and city’s development and history. A lot of interesting finds about children, religion, early labor, and more have been discovered. Read about these discoveries in this Science Daily article.