...schools are important vectors in the transmission of ways of living, and that this is an end rather than a means.
Deat Michel,
Superbly put. As were your observations about 'Dead Poets Society crap'.
The class I taught Len (the lad in the story) was 'Citizenship'. I had no more idea what it was than the kids did (14-15-year-olds), so when I went in to the class for the first time, I said, "OK, what is 'citizenship'?"
One of the heavies at the back put his hand up, and said, in a sing-song voice, "
You teach
us to be good little citizens."
I shook my head. "No. I teach you to think about being good little citizens."
Even the heavies were intrigued. Thinking? In school? This was something new, especially in the roughest secondary school in Bristol (it was right next door to the prison).
A few weeks later, the headmaster sent for me. "Susan Smith in 4b tells me you said it wasn't your job to teach them to be good little citizens."
Once I realized what he was talking about, I told him the above story. He said, "You're wrong. It is your job to teach them to be good little citizens."
I then pointed out that I had been hired as a teacher, not a Party commissar, and that if he didn't like it, he could fire me. Of course, he didn't, and he left me alone after that.
The point? That a class like 'Citizenship' is no use as a qualification, and indeed, had it been taught the way he wanted, it would have been no use at all. But as a transmission of culture -- the meaning (and limits) of democracy, and of education -- I flatter myself I achieved something. Len certainly thought so.