Good morning, Mr. Gatto. You have typing. Here is your program.
Remember, THEY MUST NOT TYPE! Under no circumstances are they
allowed to type. I will come around unannounced to see that you
comply. DO NOT BELIEVE ANYTHING THEY TELL YOU about an exception.
THERE ARE NO EXCEPTIONS.
Not a letter, not a numeral, not a punctuation mark from those
keys or you will never be hired here again. Go now.
When I asked what I should do instead with the class of
seventy-five, he replied, “Fall back on your resources. Remember,
you have no typing license!”
Wadleigh, The Death
School, part of Chapter 4 of The Underground
History of American Education
Words fail me.
I wish I could say this was satire; a damning critique of the U. S.
educational system and unions or guilds but no, this isn't satire, it's real
life. It's the New York City school system (in Harlem) circa 1961.
I'm so glad I'm out of that system. But I feel for Spring's children …
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