Oh, and the "College educated professional experts" have nothing to do with it, with their endless preaching to the parents of "You have to trust your children to make their own decisions."
Or was that only the Essex Junction, Vermont school system, and only dealing with my parents, who actually took the time and effort to keep track of my goings-on, while my peers were being allowed to basically run wild in the streets?
My father is a Life Member of the NRA. I've grown up with guns in my house. I was bullied mercilessly in school, while the teachers stood by and did next to nothing.
"Oh, Amber, they're only teasing you because you're different. If you'd just *try* to act just like Everyone Else, they'd leave you alone." Somehow it never stopped to bother to occur to them that the kids who thought it was okay to call me a "drugged-out psycho freak from the Retard Room" were the Everyone Else I was expected to emulate.
And if I had tried, I would have been further derided as a wannabe by the kids whose Dadsies were managers and engineers at the IBM plant, while my father was neither. The kids who wore designer labels acted as if I should have been grateful they let me breathe their air. Why are several of them still breathing? Because my "repressive, backwards, overbearing" parents kept track of me.
You think nobody prays in school anymore? They must not have had Mid-Terms and Finals Exams back then.
The "Oh-So-Innocent" 50s and 60s, you say? Yeah, back when my Dad and his buddies used to flush cherry bombs down the toilets, to get out of tests they hadn't studied for.
Guns in schools? Again, Vermont. On Fridays during hunting season, you knew exactly who was heading for the woods once the bell rang. Their rifles were clearly visible in the trucks. We never had a shooting at my school.
It's called RESPONSIBILITY! Go try some.
