I used to live near Bow Lake, but I went to Valley View... in the seventies. Not that that is in any way useful, but nice to hear scandal stalked my old stomping ground years after I moved away. Or something.
Probably the first thing to do is see if Mr. Dodge has been accused of any inappropriate behavior that may or would have gotten him removed from the classroom.
I'm w/ Dr Awesome. I don't care so much about the dupes, who were just kids at the time, as about the righteous asshat who feels its okay to manipulate those kids to further his own agenda.
Mr. Dodge, do you continue to disseminate brainless propaganda to your kids?
I was not a member of this particular school, but my school had students participate in similar projects - anti-drug plegdes, D.A.R.E. seminars and so on, and I have always been on both sides of the issue.
I have always been wary of drug use, primarily because of the summer when I went away, and came back to find that all my best friends had taken that time to become deeply entrenched in drug use and "stoner culture". As many young people do on a variety of topics, my former friends used these substances to deliniate the "us" of their clique, vs. the "them" that were non-users. Some of the greatest torments of my life were enacted by the hands of people who, 4 months prior, were the faces of my world.
From this I learned that, in the wrong hands and to undeveloped minds, drugs can be beyond ruinous. Star pupils became monsters. Confident speakers could not read aloud without breaking down into nervous laughter. Games of imagination were nothing compared to the pleasures to be had in a musty basement.
However, despite having never indulged myself, I voted "Yes" on I-502, because I understood, even in my youth, that it is not the substances alone, but the culture of secrecy, isolation, and counterlegal status that divided those who indulged so sharply from their peers - a decision to be a "bad" kid vs. a "good" one.
Adults - fully formed individuals - should be allowed to do as they please. Today, some of the people closest to my heart are substance users, and some are substance abusers - but all have walked through darkness that many attribute to their abuses to get here. As a believer in freedom, I support the right of adults to choose - even as I hold memorial for the friends I once knew, changed and lost to me forever by substances for which they were unprepared, for the sake of being cool.
All of the kids in that class were legal voting age last fall.
I wanna know how they voted, if they voted. Like many people, I grew up in a decidedly anti-pot household. My parents had a bumper sticker that said "peanut butter is better than pot", which would later make me wonder if the peanuts used were infected with ergot. They also used to refer to "acid rock" as music that melted your brain, and seemed to be modelling their lives in Archie Bunker. Did all of this stern morality keep me on the straight and narrow? Nope. After they kicked me out for being gay, I ran off and joined a group of hippies following the Grateful Dead for a tour. Hey, say what you want about their aversion to hygiene and the band having jumped the shark by that point, but they were one group that couldn't give a rats ass less who I went for. That, and they had good pot.
Not every kid has had such luck. Its possible that these kids are now decked out in a white shirt and tie and a little name plate that ironically describes them as "elders". Its also possible that they've taken a long look at the misinformation fed to them by the authorities in their lives such as Mr Dodge, and decided to put that youthful rebellious streak to good use.
In any event, I wonder what impact if any this class exercise has on their votes. If none at all, my faith in teenage angst will reach a new high.
Well, if you google the righteous asshat who feels its okay to manipulate those kids to further his own agenda, you'll find that he now teaches 2nd graders in Olympia, so maybe we'll see something from the new kids if Ellen Forney would kindly produce a primer for how to lube up effectively for ye olde time sodomee.
DARE was a very informative intro to drugs. When people started offering narcotics to me a few years later, I had an idea of what the risks and benefits were.
@12, it sounds like that had less to do with drugs and more to do with the fact that teenagers are awful, awful people. You could probably have removed the drugs entirely from the situation and all of the things you said happened to them could have happened anyway as they grew from adolescents to teenagers.
@12: On the plus side, mainstreaming will destroy the menace that is "stoner culture", forever.
And thank goodness for that, terrible jam bands, people who get you high and try to play dumb games one you, TIE DYE SHIRTS will all be relegated to the frat houses where that shit will never die.
Wait a minute. Let's back up a little.
Why were 6th graders reading The Stranger in the first place? Did that teacher really bring the paper, with the "escort" ads in the back, into the classroom?
@15 That was what I took away from it too. I actually studied the different types of drugs and their effects, and relative addiction levels. Ours was info based too, so we actually got a lot of useful information. I was also a fan if those Dance Safe drug postcards. I used to hang a few of those as decoration in my college apt.
P.s. I still have a copy of that comic too!
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Conte…
And the letters to the editor that followed.
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Conte…
Mr. Dodge, do you continue to disseminate brainless propaganda to your kids?
Wait until you're 21, kids. You can get gay married or straight married, but you're still serfs.
I have always been wary of drug use, primarily because of the summer when I went away, and came back to find that all my best friends had taken that time to become deeply entrenched in drug use and "stoner culture". As many young people do on a variety of topics, my former friends used these substances to deliniate the "us" of their clique, vs. the "them" that were non-users. Some of the greatest torments of my life were enacted by the hands of people who, 4 months prior, were the faces of my world.
From this I learned that, in the wrong hands and to undeveloped minds, drugs can be beyond ruinous. Star pupils became monsters. Confident speakers could not read aloud without breaking down into nervous laughter. Games of imagination were nothing compared to the pleasures to be had in a musty basement.
However, despite having never indulged myself, I voted "Yes" on I-502, because I understood, even in my youth, that it is not the substances alone, but the culture of secrecy, isolation, and counterlegal status that divided those who indulged so sharply from their peers - a decision to be a "bad" kid vs. a "good" one.
Adults - fully formed individuals - should be allowed to do as they please. Today, some of the people closest to my heart are substance users, and some are substance abusers - but all have walked through darkness that many attribute to their abuses to get here. As a believer in freedom, I support the right of adults to choose - even as I hold memorial for the friends I once knew, changed and lost to me forever by substances for which they were unprepared, for the sake of being cool.
I wanna know how they voted, if they voted. Like many people, I grew up in a decidedly anti-pot household. My parents had a bumper sticker that said "peanut butter is better than pot", which would later make me wonder if the peanuts used were infected with ergot. They also used to refer to "acid rock" as music that melted your brain, and seemed to be modelling their lives in Archie Bunker. Did all of this stern morality keep me on the straight and narrow? Nope. After they kicked me out for being gay, I ran off and joined a group of hippies following the Grateful Dead for a tour. Hey, say what you want about their aversion to hygiene and the band having jumped the shark by that point, but they were one group that couldn't give a rats ass less who I went for. That, and they had good pot.
Not every kid has had such luck. Its possible that these kids are now decked out in a white shirt and tie and a little name plate that ironically describes them as "elders". Its also possible that they've taken a long look at the misinformation fed to them by the authorities in their lives such as Mr Dodge, and decided to put that youthful rebellious streak to good use.
In any event, I wonder what impact if any this class exercise has on their votes. If none at all, my faith in teenage angst will reach a new high.
Well, if you google the righteous asshat who feels its okay to manipulate those kids to further his own agenda, you'll find that he now teaches 2nd graders in Olympia, so maybe we'll see something from the new kids if Ellen Forney would kindly produce a primer for how to lube up effectively for ye olde time sodomee.
And thank goodness for that, terrible jam bands, people who get you high and try to play dumb games one you, TIE DYE SHIRTS will all be relegated to the frat houses where that shit will never die.
But if this is maybe the first installment of a multi-year story...
Why were 6th graders reading The Stranger in the first place? Did that teacher really bring the paper, with the "escort" ads in the back, into the classroom?