Zero Tolerance = Maximum Stupid 0

When I was in high school, I went with other members of a club to a school-sanctioned convention which involved an overnight stay in the old Roanoke Hotel. Our old maid (sorry, that’s the only phrase that truly conveys what she was like) teacher/club sponsor/chaperon warned us that there should be no “promiscuous intermixing” (there wasn’t any, but we chuckled mightily over her phrasing for the duration of the stay).

Even she wouldn’t have pulled something like this:

A sheriff’s deputy was dispatched last week to a Florida elementary school after a girl kissed a boy during a physical education class.

School brass actually reported the impromptu buss as a possible sex crime, according to the Lee County Sheriff’s Office.

(snip)

The kiss apparently occurred after two girls debated over whom the boy liked more. That’s when one of the girls “went over and kissed” the boy. The redacted sheriff’s report notes that Haring “stated there were no new allegations of sexual abuse as far as she knew.”

And a spitball would likely be classified as assault.

Children cannot learn good judgment from adults who have none.

Aside:

At that conference, we somehow got into a discussion of guest behavior with one of the hotel managers, wondering if a hotel full of high school juniors and seniors was troublesome.

I recall his saying that we might be a little noisy, but otherwise no trouble at all. Then he said that the most troublesome conventions would surprise us: Teachers.

This was back when the state did not allow restaurants to sell liquor and the attendants at the state stores wore uniforms and kept their stock locked behind a counter. His theory was that teachers were under such scrutiny at home that, when they got a chance to cut loose, they damn well did.

Back to my teacher, I understand that my father dated her once or twice in high school. Narrow escape.