The Mis-education of our Children

Stoney Tune

Don’t worry sis… I never believed those books

Education: Re-member vs. Dis-member

When I was 5, I was so excited on my first day of school. My only brother, who was 4 then, was so sad that he couldn’t join me. I assured him that I would bring him home a carton of chocolate milk – cause that’s what they did… gave chocolate milk. Don’t ask me how I knew that – I don’t remember. I told my brother that story because I wanted to comfort him. But I never brought him that carton of chocolate milk.

I was excited to go to school because of my thirst for knowledge. However, as it turned out, Kindergarten to Third grade became an excruciatingly downward slope of academic disappointment.

I remember walking up those three flights of stone stairs going to my third grade class calculating how much longer I’d have to do this… “let me see, I’m in third grade now so by 12th… 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11… oh shoot I can’t do this… This is soooooo boring – somebody help me… please!!!!

The mis-education of our children has been criminal. I knew it existed, even in third grade, but I just could not express it with the global impact it warranted – not at 8 years old. I just knew that the information shoved down my throat gagged me. All I could think of was getting the hell out of school.

Education, as it turned out, has been the cornerstone of my evolution. A mixture of discernment and self-enlightenment has brought me from the hell-hole of a mis-educated society designed to control and disempower most and enhance others to a literal heavenly-empowered understanding of who we are and where we came from.

Don’t take the blue bill people… or is it the red? … or white. Oh shoot, don’t take pills… go organic!


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