That Old Dystopian Chestnut

So, it's that mandatory time in any dystopian unit when I, the teacher, assign you, gentle student, to go out and find articles.


That's right. You need to find articles. Two of them. On the following topics:


Polity, Education, Religion, Economy, Family


The assignment is simple. Find articles. And then bring them to class tomorrow.


You've done this before. Go forth, you have been told, by every teacher ever who wanted to make a "real world connection" between the assigned text and, you know, the real world. Find articles. And the bring them to class.


Hey what did you do last night for English homework?


I finded articles.


That's it? What was the assignment?


To find articles.


What are you doing with them, now that you've found them?


Don't know. Don't suppose we'll specify much in class tomorrow either. If reading Atwood or Bradbury or Orwell or Huxley doesn't already hint at what we're doing with them, then the answer is, nothing.


To quote the board: Ominous Tendencies.

Observation #41

I've looked into it. Some really were born to sing the blues.

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