I’ve already posted about my experiences with forced-busing in the ghetto, but there’s one story I haven’t shared yet – until now!
Prepare yourselves for major cringe…
I was in a class of about 35 “students,” almost all of when were inner-city blacks. That’s a polite way of saying, “they were crude, primitive and prone to violence.”
We had a substitute teacher one day. She was a young White woman, apparently fresh out of college, and very idealistic. At some point during class, she did the unthinkable.
She placed an object on her desk, and announced to the class that everybody was to concentrate on the object – and that we were going to make it levitate with the power of our minds.
What she failed to account for was the fact that (aside from yours truly) there weren’t enough IQs in that class to budge a feather, even if the wind was blowing. Needless to say, the object stayed put. The experiment had failed. I was so embarrassed for her. There was some snickering and whispering.
We never saw her again. I hope she’s moved on from her foolishness.
