Last night my daughter recounted an event that happened in her classroom.
Yesterday was Earth Day, a silly memorial observed by the media and people who need to feel guilt. I am only aware that it was because of the news cycle.
The teacher, a substitute, was attempting to involve the children in a discussion about what hurts and what helps our environment. She wrote two columns on the board with the headings ‘HURT’ and ‘HELP.’ The children volunteered information on the topic and the teacher wrote each suggestion under the appropriate title.
The last entry in the ‘HURT’ column was “global warming” which the teacher circled to highlight it’s superior importence.
My daughter said, “But, global warming is a myth.”
Immediately one child said, “No it isn’t!” Another child said, “That’s not true!” Then one child said, “I’m with you, Veronica!”
The teacher wheeled around and said, “Stop! Who said it’s a myth?” Most of the children pointed at Veronica.
The teacher said, “That is one of the most wrong things I have ever heard.” To which my daughter responded, “Did you see the amount of snow we got this winter?” A different child than the one that said she ‘was with my daughter’ said, “Exactly, Veronica.”
The teacher went on to prove her point by citing, “The polar ice caps are melting, that is not an accident.” She then went on with more drivel fed to her by her superior intellect and the American-engine of the world-crushing group-think of Al Gore.
When my daughter told my husband about the incident, he high-fived her and when she told me, I told her how proud of her I am.