(10-29-2013 03:01 PM)HeartOfDixie Wrote: (10-29-2013 02:59 PM)blunderbuss Wrote: (10-29-2013 02:52 PM)dmacfour Wrote: Growing up poor changes your brain.
Just an example I stumbled upon today.
I grew up poor and I'm making 6 figures right now. 
Go to your nearest inner city school and see if you think many of those kids have an honest chance.
I've worked in the inner city schools, well county but Va is a little different in how we call places, not a lot of "Cities". But regardless, k-6th grade. You wanna know what their biggest impediment to success was? it wasn't the teachers, Arlington County Va has some outstanding, very well paid Teachers. My own mother for one.
It wasn't a lack of resources, generally wealthy county with pockets of ugliness. It wasn't the administration there were good people running the show as well, perhaps not the blue chippers, but not all of us can be the top dog.
Nope. It wasn't any of that. Or them. it most certainly wasn't the students, these young happy, plenty capable little kids.
Their biggest impediment, to a kid- little Eric. Gizmo, Monique, Alex, Calli, Benito, or any of the other hundreds of kids, simply put- their biggest obstacle to success in their lives? The parents. Or more often parent.
Yep, the ones that would show up half dressed, often times in a robe and slippers at 2:00 o'clock, hair all a mess to chastise a staff member for some alleged grievance. The time I was screamed at, in the open hallway and bodily threatened in front of an entire hallway of students for "You made my Daughter sit out (of whatever activity it was) and she said it was because you said she was a N!@@#&".
True story. And it wasn't a singular incident by any means.
Now, some here, will once again try to dismiss real life experiences as "stories". Try to diminish their worth as perhaps anecdotal. But at some time, even a trained "scientist" draws upon that which is clearly right before their eyes.
That this isn't hypothesis, theory or that voo-doo that you do. It's fact. It's life. It's not running a "model" or crunching endless numbers.
Perhaps if more of our well meaning social engineers actually spent some real time, of their real lives, in the very surroundings they purport to be experts on, they wouldn't screw things up so magnificently each and every time. Sometimes the simple answers are really, just simple.
Just a thought.