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Fear Your Children!
1999-09-08 17:18:31
Junior High and Middle Schools across the country are beginning to "profile" students much like serial killers or terrorists. Teachers will recieve a checklist of "warning signs" such as swearing, social withdrawl, feelings of rejection and poor academic performance and writing about the "dark side of life." So, basically, acting in any way like a teenager. Students matching the bad seed profile can be expelled.
According to one of the profiling proponents, metal detectors, armed guards and video camera are not enough because the real problem is "the heart and mind of the kid."
Thank goodness people like him will be keeping us all safe by crushing and removing the offending oragns.
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