Another Reason I’m Glad I’m Not a Parent

If my middle-schooler came home and told me s/he’d been made to watch this video in class, which shows how to do meth, I would be so mad I’m not sure I could function.

They could have made every single one of the points they made without showing how to do meth, without giving visual pointers about how to set up your lab, but no. They chose not to.

And it’s people with this stunning level of judgment who are in charge of our state.

You know, I find it stunning that we can’t teach kids how to use a condom in health class, but we can teach them how to shoot meth. That the state endorses.

9 thoughts on “Another Reason I’m Glad I’m Not a Parent

  1. AMEN, sister! It’s no wonder the rest of the country thinks Tennessee is ignorant and backwards!

  2. Why did they go to the trouble of making a video? They could have just shown an episode of “Breaking Bad” to the kids.

  3. I don’t know. I can see how a video of the people who were in jail talking frankly about being in jail might be effective. That girl who burned her face off and still kept using both illustrates the dangers of manufacturing meth and the powerful hold it has on people addicted to it.

    But I don’t know why they think THIS video is a good idea.

  4. Things like this, passing as education, are why everyone who can beg borrow or steal the money is sending their kids to private school here in the Vol. State.

    That just wasn’t at all the case when I was in public school in Knoxville back in the 70s and 80s. There was only one well-known private school, and everyone thought they were a little bit weird and kind of snooty.

    And I mean, we did all the compulsory anti-drug, Junior Deputy, Just-Say-No-Reagan-Era “education” crap, but it sure didn’t show you HOW to roll a joint, you know?

  5. The Butcher and I were talking about DARE last night. He reckoned that it took him two DARE programs and a mention in health class before he was like “Yep, I’d like to at least try pot.”

    I came up right before DARE and I think it’s safe to say that my brothers’ drug knowledge in high school far, far outpaced mine. I knew a kid who did speed, a few kids who smoked pot, and rumors of someone who had dropped acid.

    I didn’t know anyone, either in high school or college, who did coke.

    Our middle brother is only two and a half years younger than me, went to all the same schools I did, and certainly he knew coke users in high school.

    I think it’s maybe overly simple to say, but it sure seems like DARE gave kids a whole range of possibilities of drugs that they otherwise would not have encountered until their adult years.

  6. Yes, DARE taught me all about drugs and where to buy them…ahem, I mean, places and people to avoid. How else would I have gotten such specific and well-researched knowledge? (And the case of pills! Helpfully labeled with what they did! And how to tell real pot from fake pot!) This stuff was gold.

  7. I went to public school for grades 5&6. The rest of the years I was in a private, Christian school. (1975-1988).

    In Christian School the health class drugs lecture was “your body is a temple and drugs destroy that temple. Drugs can also limit your potential.”

    In Public school the health class drugs lecture was “here are ALL THE KINDS OF DRUGS THAT EXIST.” There were pictures and/or samples glued to white squares of cardboard and shellacked down. Each square of cardboard also said what the drug’s many nicknames were and exactly how it would get you high. It seemed more like a real estate pitch or a street sommalier than a “just say no” thing. You know–“and here is a nice, easy high with an en suite jacuzzi.”

    Frankly, I think this is what a lot of people my age who are against sex-ed flash on when they they think of public education programs. They fear that instead of a laundry list of birth control options–like those I received from my parents–there’ll be a long discussion of positions and technique.

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