Nightmare on Elm Street

Screaming at the screen doesn’t help.  The innocent and unsuspecting always blindly wander into the dark and scary shadows unaware of the evil lurking there.  Rewind and replay, the ending is always the same.  But then, the story is scripted that way.

And for those who live on Elm Street, their nightmare is that haunted schoolhouse on the hill.

The temptation is free education, which isn’t free, and actually costs more than if it wasn’t free.  And not just financially.  One desk fits all warehouses replace learning with indoctrination, critical thinking with dogma, and independence with complacency.

Oh, sure… parents can ad-lib their kids off to some horror-free haven, but they’d have to finance the rewrite themselves – in effect paying twice: Out of pocket tuition on top of un-rebated school taxation, which is spirited away and never seen again along with their souls.

Money should follow the student.  Perhaps if parents had more choices, they’d be more involved in the learning process.  We expect parents to make other important decisions regarding their children.  Why not education?

Allowing school choice within a district of multiple locations would be a snap to set-up.  And an empty classroom here or there, would help shed light on problem areas… like ghoulish job-entitled teachers.  Which is also why not.

In any event, parents are bled at every level including state and federal.  That money could be fedex’d to wherever a child escapes: In town, out of town, or out of state.   Which lures us into another twilight zone: Why are the childless paying for the non-existent to sit in invisible desks?

The cruel reality is… changing schools won’t actually change much.  A cast of fresh faces in new roles and different places will be haunted by the same ol’ ghosts.  True redemption needs to involve not just the where, what and how much, but also to go or… not to go.  Otherwise, the sequel will end the same as the original.

And the nightmare will continue.