I was pretty excited about going to see Stephen Hawking tonight1. Last time I went, the line to get in was all the way across campus – fortunately I’d managed to score some VIP tickets and and bypass all that for the preferred seating. I’d managed to get some for this time around as well, and I figured I’d boast to some of my fellow teachers.
It didn’t surprise me that my kids had never heard of him (except for one kid who recognized him from South Park, I think.)
What I wasn’t ready for was that of all the teachers I’d talked to, the only one who’d ever heard of him was a history teacher.
What the heck kind of planet am I working on?
Forget being culturally in touch with our kids – shouldn’t we be culturally in touch with what it means to be educated?
1 I ended up not going – I’ve had a medical thing this week that’s been kicking my butt (almost literally) and I decided that sitting in an auditorium chair would aggravate it enough to make the sum experience a negative.