3193. My sixteen year old © Bruce Goodman 2 May 2025

My sixteen year old at school has been lumbered with Ms Sammy Pinkum as his English teacher. She’s teaching him crap like Shakespeare and stuff. I went to a meeting to point this out to the school board, but I couldn’t get a word in edgeways with fanatical parents screaming about how there was too much blatant sex in the curriculum. Sex! What are they afraid of? They should teach stuff the kids are interested in. My sixteen year old wouldn’t mind been taught about sex all day. He won’t find sex in Shakespeare. Once the kids know how to read and write they don’t need all this stuff rammed down their throats. The last book my sixteen year old had to read for Ms Sammy Pinkum was over two hundred pages long. Two hundred pages! Apparently it was all about a guy called Heathcliff taking over two hundred pages to get what he wanted when he could’ve got it on page two if he’d been taught right. I’ve a good mind to take my son out of school and home school him about proper stuff, but my partner (he calls her his aunt) has men over during the day and you don’t want a sixteen year old kid sniffing around. I tried to find him an apprenticeship but there are not too many of them floating about these days. Besides, my sixteen year old says he wants to still go to school. I know why too. It’s because of Janie Brown. He’s fixated over her. Ms Sammy Pinkum is not going to teach them anything they’re interested in. My son’s more interested in comparing Janie Brown to a summer’s day than he is about learning crap like Shakespeare. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story