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I'm sure a lot of you young ones probably don't realize the rights you have... which is pretty much total freedom.
Someone telling you that you have to do something, it doesn't mean you have to. No one can tell you what to do aside your parents and police officers, pretty much. That includes teachers. I remember when I was 14, just before I quit school. My mother got a new boyfriend. He used to be a teacher who dealt with "problem" children, rebels. Before that, he was a herion junkie. So he was pretty cool. I told him the bullshit that was going on at my school, he just laughed and told me to ignore the stupid teachers and tell them I don't have to listen to them. Main problem was I kept getting harassed for not wearing school uniform. Turns out, in Australia, it isn't compulsory. Diversity laws protect you, and you're allowed to wear whatever you want. Also, detentions are illegal; you're required by law to have a break from work every few hours or whatnot, anyway. They can't expel or suspend you, either; no one has the right to refuse a child a public education (of course, if you get expelled for violence, it may be a different case if you're considered a threat to others). Everything teachers say is optional. You don't have to do it. They just try and make you coz kids are dumb. Gottas watch those cops, as well. If you do get in shit when you know you've done something wrong, never answer any questions until both your parents and lawyer are present; the only reason they ask you questions is because they want to get it in quick on tape before the lawyer gets here so they can use it against you. They'll never ask you any questions without the intention of using them against you, so just tell them to fu*k off until lawyer arrives. |
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Most of the times when a right is taken away from a student it is actually given the other students around him the "right" to go to school in a safe environment, which is the number one priority for many schools and teachers. Here is a good example: More children from Dove World Outreach Center sent home for wearing Islam is of the Devil shirts | Gainesville.com | The Gainesville Sun | Gainesville, FL In Florida some students want to wear shirts that say "Islam is from the Devil" in big letters. The schools sent them home. They say "You have taken away my freedom of speech". So was the school taking away rights, or protecting the rights of non-Christian students to be educated in a safe environment? There are two sides to every story. |
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I am sure if you are just doing it for the grade and don't really care that will reflect on your essay and in your grade. You have tapped into an interesting topic, so care, and do it for the best grade you can get. I think if your approach is "teen rights are trampled by adults" then you are only telling half the story. But I bet your teacher would be impressed if you also had a teacher's side of the story (there are many teachers and former teachers here, including me). I think that article I posted is a good example of two sides having passionate arguments that seem right to both of them. |
i get beat up at school ant the teachers do not pay attention they don't care what they do to me
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Thinking back on my teen years (okay that was only a few years ago), I never had a "rights" problem. I was perhaps mature for my age, but I understood why certain things were the way they were. Whether it was for my safety or in order to keep the crazy teens in line :D .
However, from my point of view now, I find that teens may be getting a little too many rights... They are allowed to act more unruly while adults are having more rights to deal with them taken away. The first step that I think would benefit us all is to let the teens have the rights to do more, but give them adult consequences too. When I was 13-19, I already knew how to exploit my youth. And I saw those that did. I don't like government treating teens like retards not capable of thinking. Quote:
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