Posted on 07/14/2018 7:02:38 PM PDT by vannrox
Do you remember what it was like going to High School in the 1970s? I do. I most certainly do. In fact, the older I get the more removed that I am from it. As time passes, it starts to look like some kind of a scene from “The Twilight Zone”. The truth is that the kind of life that I had growing up is really alien to the way kids grow up today. That is worrisome, and it really concerns me.
When an American intern comes in to work for me, I am stunned just how absolutely helpless they are. They do not realize that they must go to work before the start of the working hours, and cannot leave until the workday is over. They don’t realize some of the most fundamentals regarding self-initiative is totally missing from them. American kids today are robots, or maybe zombies. They need and expect constant supervision. They are afraid to do anything.
Now this only pertains to my American interns.
The interns that I get from Germany, France, Singapore, and England are just fine. What is wrong with America? What are they teaching in schools there? Ugh. I think that I will devote another post to cover that subject. As it is truly alarming.
Whenever I berate an intern about something that they did wrong, I often use examples from my childhood. I use them to illustrate key points. Such as, [1] you need to eat breakfast at home before you come to work. [2] Showers are not optional. [3] Don’t check your Facebook when you are in a meeting with the boss. [4] Lunchtime is for one hour, and long lunches are not an option. As well, as a pet peeve of mine, [5] you must
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Sure screwed you up big time.
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I’m waiting for the 50’s to come ‘round again.
Won’t be too much longer-—MAGA!
Mr. H, the shop teacher. Sitting back in his chair with his hands stuck down his pants. He was always smiling.
Did you place pennies on the railroad track in order to flatten them?
My sons did-—and I was horrified.
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And they didn’t get prayer out of the schools until 1965! We had a baccalaureate with prayers and readings from the Bible (1960).
The author is not exaggerating. There is a girl at the hardware store where I work who won’t come in when it’s raining because she doesn’t like getting wet.
Yes, the hard workers who were raised with some tough love and not pampered are the ones that will have the nice jobs. Keep up the good work. Mine children, too, are disgusted with others their age and their sense of entilement. No one taught these kids to behave responsibly. It won’t be a good outcome when they are in their 30s and are bombing out.
Bfl
“...the same year Salk vaccine was given to the kids...”
Polio Pioneers.
Nice.
My 1st grade walk was across a 5 lane highway. Gas Station on the other side. Old place with a cooler. I do remember wearing a bright yellow rain coat and hat on stormy days.
Some days just stick with you. I was 5 and the only kid in class that could count to 100. I would come home and was allowed an ice cream treat.
Tonka trucks came out as I had a sand place for me to play.
Parents were working. Life was good
Hemingway would have been proud.
bttt
I was telling my son about just being at the pool when I grew up. You ran. 10 minutes out of the pool under the lifeguard chair, no swimming. It was much different then swimming at the rope swing.
Thanks for the link. I emailed it to my relatives for their kids future job interviews when they get back from Starbucks.
Ditto
There was a hospital across the street from our church that my mother always referred to as “the crippled children’s hospital.” They were crippled from polio but she never said things that would scare us. We would see the children looking out the windows at us walking around.
We went to the Jersey Shore every summer, and only later, when I read Philip Roth’s book about polio in Newark, did I realize that was the reason we went. No movies or swimming pools. My mother was terrified of it, with good reason.
One family I knew in the sixties had four children and they all got polio. The three boys only slight cases, which was common, but the girl really badly. She had many experimental operations, costing her family a fortune, but I don’t think her effects were ever cured. In fact in one case I know they got worse after the operation.
Class of 74 - Went to HS in Chicago, was blessed to attend a real tough high achiever school. No nonsense but we till had fun. Took Auto, Wood, Electric and Foundry shop classes, ROTC had a rifle range in the basement to qualify on, required of all members.
Memories flooding over me as I read this
All of this resonated with me, cap guns, bike with banana seat and cards on the spokes, swapping valentines cards in school...
On and on...
Young folks today have a very sterile growing up, no imagination as there are addicted to electronics and live in a synthetic world
I would not trade places for anything
Did you have rubbers? For your shoes that is. ..
I gave my son my old cap gun when he was five. He still has it and they still sell the caps at the grocery store. But the guns these days are plastic crap.
What I recall about being a young teen in the late 70s is nothing like you guys. I remember every adult male being a perv. I remember people excusing such behavior. I remember every tv show being about quick meaningless sex. Not remembering a Leave it to Beaver world like some of you.
Yup...
I remember getting a cap gun for Christmas as well as my brothers and we were playing some kind of imaginary game when a friend rolled up and after seeing what we got said “I got a shotgun”
Jumping off the roof with a shower curtain (ouch) Riding down the steepest hill you could find on your bike, skateboards with metal wheels, going to the roller rink, pea shooters, balsa gliders and rubber band driven ones...
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