Sleepless Nights and Restless Days.

As I begin this entry it is 3:06 in the morning of Saturday September 20th. And I am really frustrated. With what? A lot of different aspects of my life. For starters, how about the fact that it is a ridiculous hour of the morning... and I am awake? As well, my current shuffle of songs on my itunes is disappointing me at new heights. But, I think this is just a rant of somethings that I need to get off my chest.
I shall begin this with the statement that I watched Freedom Writers tonight. That movie, along with Dangerous Minds, actually makes me want to go into education. I want to make a difference in people's lives and obviously, quoting Erin Gruwell, we have to start in the classrooms. I mean, I completely understand southern Ontario is no where near the likeness of South Central L.A. But, if people can reach kids at a younger age, then the likelihood of them succeeding just multiplies. It is a simple concept that adults in our day and age really cannot wrap their stubborn head around.
I shouldn't generalize, but the majority of the teaching population consist of middle-aged parents who are too caught up with their own personal inventory to realize the problems and most importantly the potential of their students. Seriously, there were teachers at my high school who were part of the educational system when my dad was being taught.... 30 some-odd years ago. Reality check, am I going to pay attention to someone who's stories about the old country are as stimulating as taking the bellies out of tomatoes? Not exactly what I call riveting information. Half of the population teaching at my high school had long past reached their expiration date of retirement. Some had even come back. The school board needs to take a long look at itself. Their are literally HUNDREDS of fresh teachers coming out of College who's lives are far more relevant to their students. But they are to stubborn to make any changes.
Its the age old problem of relating to people. Yeah, it can be considered cliché, but mark me when I say that students will respond better to someone they relate to.

I feel like a complete putz seeing as I had many teachers who were older. My two favourite teachers were by no means spring chickens. But I lived on the west mountain of Hamilton where the most trivial concept that could have crossed my path would have probably dealt with my Friday night escapades or some scandalous charade with my friends. I wasn't exactly being flanked by streaming sirens or midnight rapes.

I just feel that somethings need to be done. I want to affect people. I want to leave my mark on people rather than some trivial matter of the world. To me, education is the greatest gift anyone could receive.

I end my rant. It is now 3:35