Be VERY afraid

I swear I could not invent this stuff.

Today in Journalism, I gave the kids an article to read and some questions to answer. I told them they could work together if they wanted to, so of course they spilt up into little tribes all over the room. The article was about roses; it described the roses by name (Lorena, Maria, Serena), the economics of the industry, the flux of rose imports and exports, and mentioned Columbia and Asia as major exporters.

Here is the good part. One of the questions required that the kids define "domestic" to answer it. One girl suggested an definition, and was quickly shouted down by another girl. "Stupid! The roses from Columbia would be the domestic ones. Domestic is like, the maid ya know. And, like, lookit...all the roses thingy's names are Spanish, like our maid Consuela. So the ones from Columbia are domestic!" Mandatory teen-girl, eye-roll head-toss combination here. And then the coup de grace of logical discourse, "DUH!"

The mind reels.