Greetings to Friend and Foe alike,
I don’t know it it’s the old age (I’ve been officially a non-teenager for 2 months now 😉 ), or education taking its toll on my life outside university, but I notice a changing in my attitude to, well, everything. But the most noticeable change is in regards to the young people (including the people my age, so let’s say between 12 and 25) I observe in everyday life, or more accurately; the negative aspects of them.
Example #1: WindscreenWiper Dude
My route home includes the Manning Rd off-ramp onto Canning HWY, a favourite hangout for youths who offer to wash your car windsheild for a few bucks. I normally remain impassive to these kids, as that is what they are, and because once they get the “No thanks” signal they move onto the next car. Except for 2 Fridays ago, when one of them darted around the back of my car unnanounced and unninvited, and lathered up my windscreen with as much detergant as he could as quick as he could so there was no time to say for me to say no. So naturally I wound down my window and said “Sorry mate, but can you clear that stuff off my windsheild? I only washed this beast (sarcasm inserted here – I drive a Mazda 323 from the same year I was born) yesterday“. This was met with “But man, look, huh, I’ve started! Gotta pay up man“. I went for the the teacher voice and said “Sorry, but you started without asking me so I won’t be paying you. Just wipe it off for me”. This request was greeted with “F*** off, c***” and then he started to walk away, leaving my windsheild looking like Sinatra’s White Christmas. At 6ft 6in I have a pretty imposing height advantage over most people, and he did notice this when I got out of the car and said “Mate, you have 2 choices: Either you wipe that crap off my car, or I make you lick it off. Your choice”. (I’d like to make a note here that I am not violent or aggressive in anyway. In fact I probably need to be moreso. I’m not a fighter, I’m a bleeder).
Anyway, he decided that it was in his best interest to wipe the stuff off, muttering a string of curses and doing the worst passable job he could. The fact I wonder is this: Who the hell are this kid’s role-models? From the way he dressed I would assume it was 50 Cent, and the fact that he used the term “Thats so gangsta!” to one of his friends makes me pity this poor misguided kid. We used to be able to follow the example of high-profile sport stars, but with the Ben Cousins and Jana Rawlinsons of this world leading our kids the world would be ruined by 2020. The last truly inspirational Australian political leader was Gough Whitlam, and since then we’ve been burdened with sneaky, corrupt weasels and nerds who either care more about their own social and economic positions than the people they govern or are so boring you would chew your arm off after 3 minutes of conversation with them. The most economically stable and affluent people in society are drug-dealers. Pop Tarts like the Pussycat dolls disgrace themselves but make millions of dollars by catering directly to pre-pubescent girls’ dreams of growing up to be “The number-one chick when I step out on the scene“. People kill and maim on the streets of Northbridge and Fremantle over everything from the wrong look to the wrong girl. And these are the people that this generation are most exposed to. As teachers, how much can we hope to accomplish with all this to contend with? However hard I’ll tell you this: Its definately something worth fighting for.