When a group of girl students presented a rather churlishly expressed list of grievances to the principal of a women's college in which I had the misfortune to be immured for a whole year before I could escape, she and her cronies clung together in her Hollywood-interior lodge, refusing to deal with the matters expressed in the petition, except to complain that they wanted us to be so happy, and we had hurt them.A Book for Today: The Female Eunuch by Germaine Greer
No more syllabi: how do questions define work tasks?
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Once we recycle our school notebooks and leave our classroom behind, there
are no more rubrics. There is rarely a syllabus or a well-written
assignment. In...
2 years ago
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