It's been so long since I hit the "New Post" button that I forgot where it was!
Hey, guess what?
I ask rhetorical questions because I think my blog can talk back to me.
Okay, no, really. Guess what?
First of all, "guess what" isn't really a question so much as a command and probably shouldn't have a question mark after it. But I always see it written that way and don't want to be cut from the lemming herd . Annette, I'm not linking because I'm so tired, but what's your take on "guess what"?
Secondly, that wasn't my real first of all. My real first of all is that I'm going to warn you that I'm blogging on very little sleep.
You couldn't tell, huh?
Anyway, me blogging on very little sleep is similar to (reaches down into bag of overblown analogies) me operating a giant backhoe while under the influence of Oxycontin.
Hm. That's not true. It's just like me operating a backhoe, period, because I've never operated a backhoe. Couldn't even pick one out of a line-up if said line-up included any heavy machinery besides a forklift. I know what forklifts are. I stole one once. (No, I didn't. I only thought about it.) Anyway, me driving a backhoe would be a total train wreck.
Um, no, it wouldn't. It would be a backhoe wreck.
All right. Now that I've warned you, I'm going to announce why I'm blogging today. I'm going to announce it because the mere fact that I found twenty minutes to spew this garbage out is on par with a miracle like the invention of rainbows. That Roy G. Biv was a freaking genius. I really hoped he patented his little invention because I bet the merchandising rights are INSANE.
Anyway, I'm blogging today because I am bugged. I have no right to be bugged. But I am. So tell me what to think. I mean, what you think.
Here's the situation. A father I know prohibits his daughter from reading the assigned novels in her high school English class. So far that I know of, I think that's included Grapes of Wrath and if I wasn't so danged tired, I could think of the other one but I think it was maybe Lord of the Flies. But the titles aren't the point. (Although it's utterly ridiculous to ban The Grapes of Wrath. That book has amazing things to say.)
I am trying to figure out why this bothers me. He's her dad and I'm sure he's got good reasons.
Actually, I don't. But I'm not going to speculate here on my theories about why he does this. Not with so little sleep, because the one tiny grain of common sense I have left is telling me not to.
However, it's a pretty small grain so I am going to throw out my opinion. Mind you, I'm an English teacher and run out to buy and read books as soon as they get banned. So there's a little context for you. But here's my opinion: I will read every single book my kids are assigned if I'm not familiar with them, and then I'm going to use the opportunity to discuss anything that worries me with them in a gospel context. But I'm not going to exempt them from reading the novel so that they have to sit in the library for three weeks while the novel unit is going on and do the lame alternative assignment that the very annoyed teacher is going to give them involving worksheets printed from the Internet. I'd much rather send them into the classroom armed with gospel insight and a reaffirmation of our values and let iron (the Controversial Book) sharpen steel (my kid).
What say you?