I read the first 4 chapters and was drawn in; I’ll talk to my son about getting me the book and loaning me one of his Kindles. I also read chapter zero of DB’s book, that was cool too. Since I’m not in the weeds of all that PoJ will probably be better suited for my perspective. I read 4 James Michener books (all geographical places) and love the format, info via story. I don’t buy on line or I wouldn't be a moocher, otherwise I would have sent you this direct through this site; maybe I should get with the times.

Spin,
thanks. Do you have a Kindle? If not, you can download the app for free onto your computer.

I ran across DB Hallings other book, that explains it.

Good Luck with Pendulum of Justice, The link to it states it was written by DB Halling, if it should be DK Halling you might want to fix it.

I read 2 pages. I am going to sit alone and think about how this makes me feel. Oh whoa whoa whoa.

“Genius is 1 percent inspiration and 99 percent perspiration.” ― Thomas A. Edison
I would suggest that Genius and Success are interchangeable...

I'd be sayin whoa whoa if someone wanted to settle a dispute with me like that and I was a guy. girls just pull hair

Looked it up. Interesting way to settle dispute. I recognize that some do not have 'dangles', 'clackers', whatever. I have it on good authority it would hurt just as much.

All too true. I know the kids that tended to flame out first semester in college, usually never had to think for themselves, and were overprotected. The kids that could handle adversity, usually had done so before b

It's proof that government can never go backwards. Our public school system was much more effective pryor to the Department. of Education being established. At the very least we should abolish that department and return the control to the local level.

I have a few "feelings" to make them aware of.

All of this "everyone's a winner" bs has done more damage than a wooden spoon ever did.

That would toughen the kids up. (Hey-where's the oh whoa whoa)

whoa. it really is about feelings

for those developing curriculum, it is first about learning logical systems and concepts. Since No Child Left Behind passed, overall scores have fallen, especially in the inner cities. Fewer kids graduate high school. Fewer students go on in math and sciences. and they're worried about teaching feeeeelings?

What is the biggest issue?

Wow, seven pages of "none of their business.' The social engineers are always scheming. I'm sure many are of the best intentions, but it is not their place and some of the questions put to the children are out of order. In short, my experience has been that the best teachers and parents in regard to the child's emotional state and well being come down to giving encouragement when right and avoiding belittlement even when wrong, yet pointing out the right path. We don't need a course for that. The world is not always fair and one must learn to cope. The teacher or parent will not always be there to hold one's hand...

It's not easily done... :(

I assumed you meant this one.

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Have you looked up roshambo in the urban dictionary. Changes the whole meaning of the story.

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Great story! All great men and women have been self made! Conformity is servitude.

I read it, this is my experience with that.
After the Korean war was the baby boom. On long Island a builder named Levitt built economical housing. 1960 we moved to one of his neighborhoods; parents and eventually 6 kids. The newspaper clipping Dad saved said $9,999 be a homeowner; $10 down. All at once the houses filled. Irish, German, drinking, working. Average 4 kids a house and you have a lot of kids walking around with nothing to do. Mothers would say “go out and play.” that’s it; don’t come back until dinner don’t be late. Unbridled natural law was practiced in the streets, you negotiated alliances, truces, fought and loved. The school was mixed with us and kids from more affluent neighborhoods. Which side of the tracks mattered both ways, both sides were proud, naturally.
In 5th grade I frustrated my teacher which I didn’t realize, I passed his class easy enough but talked to much, he told me he’d pay me back by sending me to the disciplinary class for 6th grade; which he did.
6th grade I made straight A’s, learned how to fill out long form taxes, trigonometry (which came in real handy later in life) and all about European history. My teacher Joe was a tough old Jewish bastard who tolerated no bull shit. He was a brown belt in 3 martial arts and loved to play real handball, with a little black hard rubber ball; his hands were like stones. If you talked in class, he poked you in the chest while talking loudly at you. If you were late he’d stand at the door and smacked you in the back of the head as you walked in. Within a week we were flying right. The best part was he taught to the highest common denominator.
The following years were back to crony apple polishing, conformity, social normality; it sucked.
9th grade 4th quarter first assignment. My girlfriend, (a goody two shoes) had the same class 1st quarter and received an A- on the same assignment. I made the corrections to her paper and handed it in on time and received a C-. I brought both papers to the teacher the next day and told him I wouldn’t come to his class anymore; he graded me not the paper.
10th grade English 1st quarter 1st assignment write a poem. The teacher read my poem, the class appreciated it. When he disclosed I was the author the majority of the class moaned and sneered at me; a few friends from” my side of the tracks” patted my back walking out at the end of class.
I quit school and worked 16 hours a day, paid my mother rent and never took a hand out.
One night I visited my teacher Joe at his house, just knocked on his door to say hello. He invited me in and we had a wonderful conversation over a glass of whisky (I was only 17). My favorite teacher.
10 years later, reading Atlas Shrugged was a beacon of light, it was as if I was in the company of Joe again. I denied myself a complete formal education but I saved myself from social indoctrination.
These days Joe would go to jail.
Joe was 22 years retired Navy. The English teacher was also old and retired from some other profession. The worst teachers I had went from college into teaching and sheltered from reality their whole lives. Maybe if we cut salaries to one third, only retirees who know their ABC’s could afford to

Yeah, I want to read the book too!

Figured that one out. I'm good thanks.

If you can't figure it out...there's always Roshambo.

Thanks wonk :) (That conditioning starts early and runs deep.)