A Rant by Henry Schut:
Oh, that time of year when we receive our course selection sheet! We look back with fond memory on our youth, when we were innocent, bright-eyed, grade eight children filled with wonder at the vast amount of courses available to us at high school! What will each course bring to us? A new subject? A new teacher? A new way of life? Perhaps. Why do we pick the courses we do? We all have our reasons, undoubtedly logical in our minds, yet being insecure creatures, we require justification and desire acceptance. We feel it necessary to defend our choices among the inquisitive rabble that question our motives and scoff at our selections. Soon, our classmates become our allies in the fight to defend the worthiness of a course. This results in, bien sur, a rivalry. I will abstain from mentioning the petty disputes between Latin students and Spanish ones, but instead look to a broader perspective.
For too long, the school board, the government, and society at large have had one clear opinion on high school curricula. The so-called noble subjects, such as maths and sciences, have always been lauded as the real courses. Not only do they have practical applications, but they’re much harder, certainly. Imagine if you will, a beautiful June afternoon. Unfortunately, you cannot appreciate meteorological splendour presently, due to it being exam week. You are sitting on a bench in the mall, when a group of relieved students approach. “We just finished our Chemistry exam,” they say smugly. “What exam did you have?” You sigh resignedly and are forced to grumble, “Drama doesn’t have an exam,” to which they all smirk and scanter off to draw Bohr diagrams. We can all relate to this situation, replacing subjects as per necessary. Of course, I am under the assumption that if you are reading this newspaper, you are a language student, as science kids can only read words under three letters, like “Cl.”
Do not fear, my fellow pupil. We know that the languages, arts, and social sciences are great subjects. They
entertain, they educate, and they inspire. It’s hard work too: filled with essays and presentations, and thankfully
lacking in amateur spelunking through pork bellies.