“Private School” a term dubbed on every student who didn 't attend the local public school. For some people it really didn 't matter at all, for me it was the bane to my existence. I attended a small Christian school, from kindergarten to graduation. Like every situation in life it had it high points and had its low points. A graduating class of twenty-seven students for example. Our school wasn 't untouched by typical peer pressure, yet it wasn 't what you think it would be. Most children entering high school, also entered this new world of parties, drinking and other illegal activities. Our school meanwhile frowned upon the few who did not walk to the stage for prayer. The smallness of our school, with its draw back, also …show more content…
This commonly interfered with educational goals. Like not hiring a very qualified teacher because they do not share the same faith. It interfered with standard curriculum, in every class the teacher had some round-about way of bringing things back to religion. I remember in our science class we took a two day break from teaching to watch a religious seminar, then later took a test on the religious aspects of it. While some teachers were great and would give up their lunch and free time to help you understand any problems you were having, those teachers were far and few. Most teachers were pastors with no podiums so they took up the chalk board. I remember my seventh grade math teacher walking in her class sitting at her desk and then placing her head between her hands, while her class preceded to talk and scream. The entire year of math was complete and utter …show more content…
Through rigorous after school and lunch study breaks our class finally was caught up to the average high school curriculum. Sadly, other teachers were not like this. Most were concerned more about an individuals morality than education. Stopping or preventing class to make a point or discuss a issue of morality. Like my math teacher, I had a great English teacher my last year of high school, Mr. Piceo. Piceo on the first day came into class demanding we read animal farm, among other great works of literature. I had always and still love to read, but Mr. Piceo expanded my library. From Ernest Hemingway to William Shakespeare, we read popular books and some unheard of small gems. He was the first teacher who dared take off the mask of perfection and morality to show how raw the written word could be. He taught with a passion that was new to our school, he let the rare profane comment slide which always amused the class. He was the first teacher to question us about our faith, about why we believed what we did. I don’t know if Mr. Piceo will have a career there much longer due to his crass teaching and his stubborn habit to teach what needs to be taught. I am just glad I got to be a part of is short time