Musings on Packing and Education

Since my family is moving, I have had to accomplish the task of going through boxes of old "memorabilia" since I hope to never move again, I am looking at these items with the question of "will my kids want to clean this out of the basement when I am dead?" Pretty simple categories. Then I realized that the envelope full of old "certificates of accomplishment" are in the box of things my kids will want to clean out when I am dead. Do my children really care that I was in the National Honor Society? I quickly got rid of all my old report cards as they were somehow causing me stress just looking at them. So this the the weird part that after realizing that the certificates don't matter, I still kept them. They have in no way sort or form helped me become the person I am today. They are an arbitrary reward system developed by schools to make children want to learn after they have fought so hard to form them into obedient mindless beings.

Well, 7 hours have passed since I started my paragraph (the life of a mother) and I am going to go upstairs toss them all in the recycling bin and go to bed. Have a good one. Another few links on the Prussian educational system that we all know and love. Nevada Journal, Harpers, Bridegroom Press.