From http://jonrappoport.wordpress.com/2013/09/10/the-eternal-sunshine-of-the-mind-controlled-classroom/
“Well,” Jimmy’s teacher said, “we’re trying to emphasize cooperation. But Jimmy has another agenda. He apparently wants to stay separate from the other children.”
“Yes,” the principal said. “It’s matter of psychology. You see, separateness breeds conflict. On a larger scale, this is why nations have wars.”
“Agreed,” said the school superintendent. “We want each child to see the reflection of himself in the other children. And we want him to see the reflection of everyone else in himself.”
“You lost me there,” Jimmy’s father said. He was trying to remain calm.
A week ago, Jimmy, six years old, was sitting in class drawing. The teacher had taped a sketch of a face on the blackboard. She was taking the students through a step-by-step process aimed at getting them to reproduce the face in their notebooks.
She walked up and down the rows, and when she came to Jimmy, she saw he was drawing a very different face. It wasn’t bland. It was the face of a woman laughing. The face was floating among trees in a forest.
She stopped. The drawing looked very real.
“Jimmy,” she said, “this isn’t the face we’re all working on.”
He looked up at her.
“I know,” he said.
“So why are you doing this other one?”
He shrugged.
She said, “When we’re done, we’re all going to put our drawings on the blackboard and see what they look like. But your face will be different.”
“So?” he said.
She felt a wave of anger sweep through her. She controlled it.
“The other children will be confused when they see your face,” she said.
Jimmy shrugged again.
“I won’t put your face on the blackboard,” the teacher said.
“Okay,” Jimmy said.
After class, the teacher went to the principal and they sat down and looked through Jimmy’s file. They noticed that Jimmy had once worn an unusual T-shirt to school. It had a photo of a crown on it.
Another child had asked the gym teacher what the crown was.
Now, sitting in the meeting with the teacher, the principal, and the superintendent, Jimmy’s father said, “Jimmy just likes crowns. I don’t know why.”
“Well,” the teacher said, “a crown is a symbol of monarchy. One ruler over all the people.”
The principal said, “That other child felt confused when she saw the T-shirt. Confusion is an indicator that the communal spirit has been , well, interrupted.”
The superintendent said, “A crown can also have religious connotations.”
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