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when i was in 7th grade, i had a science teacher who would give really easy tests. i would finish them in 10 minutes, then spend the rest of the period drawing ninjas all over the paper. i always told him to circle all 200 in red pen, and he did. one day, i decided to fuck him over by only drawing 199. when i got the test back, he’d written “you devil-spawn” on the top.
“African American adolescents tend to have more success in school if their parents instill in them a sense of racial pride, reducing their vulnerability to the effects of racial discrimination from teachers and peers.”
Imagine that: people do better when they feel good enough about themselves to counteract the bullshit that attacks them. Across the board.
Yes, so there was this big controversy a few years back in Toronto because a group wanted the school board to open an Afro-centric school, and a lot of people were like, “But segregation!”
Those in support, though, argued that if black parents wanted their kids to go to an Afro-centric school, that was very different from the government forcing their kids to be segregated. It should be noted that this is a huge distinction, and very true.
So the school was created, and the curriculum covers both the stuff required by the government (Canada’s history, blah blah blah), but with key differences:
a) In history, for example, students also learn about the African diaspora and African history as well as Canadian history
b) In English, works by black authors are studied
c) In classes like math and science, examples are given of black mathematicians and scientists
d) There is, in general, a lot more emphasis on the achievement of black academics and people than there is in a “regular” school
GUESS WHAT? (I’M TYPING IN CAPS BECAUSE THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY EXCITING AND COOL.)
What was expected was that students at this school would outperform black students at non-Afro-centric schools on the EQAO (standardized tests administered in grades 3, 6, and 9 in Ontario).
What happened was even better.
Not only did students at this school outperform black students at non-Afro-centric schools in Ontario, they outperformed pretty much ALL students in Ontario, white or otherwise.
This school has one of the highest EQAO ratings in the entire province.
*That’s* the difference a relatable education makes.
If I coulda had my HBCU experience in high school (coed, though), hell, if I could work with mostly POCs I would be the happiest camper evah
There is a reason why even MLK was against intergration in schools…
Because he KNEW.
Black children NEED an Afro-centric education.
YOU SEE THESE RECEIPTS.
Fostering pro-Blackness = SUCCESS for Black children.
But I bet you we’ll hear nothing but whinging from color blind folks who say we all bleed red.
There’s one part of me that’s like:
You should do your work, and then you wouldn’t be so stressed, and you would feel a great sense of accomplishment, and you’d have free time when you’re finished.
But then there’s this other part of me that’s like:
They both make such good arguments.
I hate the class that the paper is for. The material is just so fucking dry and uninteresting. And I know I’m probably not going to get anything done. I should care about the class, but I just don’t. I have another paper that i’d rather write on crossdressing in Twelfth Night and this one for a class that’s not in my major…
I think I’m going to just say that MS word crashed and ate the entire fucking paper. Because fuck this.
I have a critical book review to write, and it’s already late and i know I’m not going to get a good grade on it. I’m not doing well in that class at all. And i really don’t think it matters how much i work my ass off for it, when I doubt there’s anything I can do to bring my grade up.
But I know my dad will just rant at me and make me feel like shit when my grades do come in. And I am so far beyond caring about what he says anymore. Because he always goes on and on about how I should be able to get good grades because I’m smart.
The system doesn’t fucking work like that. It never has.
I swear to Christ, if my dad does give me another one of those lectures, I’m going to fucking snap.
I wish I could just give up and not feel like shit about it. Because sometimes, there’s really nothing you can do. But I’ve been fucking conditioned to never give up on a class, even if it’s plain to anyone with eyes that continuing with it is an exercise in futility.
Really not looking forward to going home for spring break this year. Because I’m not going to do anything other than sit around on the computer all day because none of my friends are going to be home. Hell, the only reason I still want to go is because I’ll be able to sleep in a bed that doesn’t squeak with every movement I make, I’ll have better food, and I won’t have to deal with the worst fucking bathroom in history.
I’m so fucking tired.