If you think that's disturbing, I present for your consideration another item being sold alongside this teacher-axing tchotchke.
Is it just me? Because I find this very wrong. Were I to put the above jar of problem student ashes on my desk, and perchance be summoned to a private audience with the principal, I would not dream of pulling a George Costanza:
"Was that wrong? Should I have not done that? I tell you I gotta plead ignorance on this thing because if anyone had said anything to me at all when I first started here that that sort of thing was frowned upon..."
Nope. It's clearly wrong. Even wronger than having sex on the desk with the cleaning lady. No gray area here. No ambiguity. It is definitely poor taste to set out imaginary remains of former students whom you may or may not have had a hand in terminating. Even I, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom of the cold, cold heart, constantly complaining about the student conspiracy to drive her crazier, would not stoop to such a gag.
And to offer the little plaque about teachers making the world a better place, on the very same page as the faux cremains container, seems to insinuate that those students had it coming, and that the teacher is a hero, and the world is better off without those unruly rapscallions.
I am thoroughly offended. Fie on you, Tumbleweed Pottery. And fie on the horse you rode in on, as we teachers like to say when we are not busy bottling up the ashes of our problem students.
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One of my former principals had said jar on his desk. He'd added several pebbles, which rattled around. He'd tell his worst offenders that, "Those are the teeth."
You can't make this stuff up!
Ellen,
If a teacher did that, and a parent complained, you can bet Mr. Principal would be singin' another tune!
Well... said principal ended his days as a felon. Some people were surprised. Others, not so much. If a teacher had that jar, they'd be reprimanded for sure.
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