There are high schools for the arts as well as math and science, but not for sports. Why would there be? Athletics are an extra-curricular activity. Sure, they may bolster community pride, bring in financial prosperity for the school (if the teams are good enough), but they aren’t the mainstay of a young person’s life. Unless, of course, they are the mainstay of a young person’s life. Have dreams of playing any kind of ball in college and then going on to the pro’s or to be a member of an Olympic team? Let’s not kid ourselves when the youngsters are nearing pre-pubescence and are still attending a school where memorizing Shakespeare sonnets and calculating grams-divided-by-formula-weight are frontal cortex distractions for the student that has one (maybe two) thing on his mind: make the team, stay on the team, and win.
I’m not suggesting that memorizing Shakespeare sonnets or even reading them is useless, nor am I insinuating that knowing how many moles are in one once of an element isn’t worth knowing. I’m just curious about how different secondary education would be in the United States if children between the ages of eleven and seventeen had the option of going to a high school focused on the arts, or the math/sciences, or athletics…places that cultivate and capitalize on a student’s strengths and interests.
If twelve year-old Joey wants to play for the MLB someday and his local high school either had a very sorry baseball team (or no varsity team), rather than move to get into a school district that has a good (varsity) team, he could apply for the nearest sports academy. Joey would still learn literature, history, math, and science, but they would be designed to bolster and nurture his existing intellectual abilities. If Joey wants to read nothing but sports fiction and non-fiction and write essays about them, that’s fine. It’s amazing how much cultural and political history one can learn by reading a well-researched and written sports book.* And for science, you guessed it, the physics of baseball and other sports!
If you happen to know from experience or thorough speculation what kind of impact such an institution would have on scouting and the education system, please feel free to chime in with your thoughts.
*I learned a lot about the TV industry just by reading about televised sports.
And now for the Super H-Mart part. Remember when kids didn’t want to come inside for lunch or dinner because they wanted to keeping playing outside? Barely? I wasn’t one of those kids. When I was in single-digit age numbers, I spent a couple of hours every day digging up holes in the red Georgia clay around my house, roller skating down the driveway, and taking walks, but I always went back into the house for meals. Fast-forward three sets of presidential terms and I’ve yet to reconnect with that self. I like to dance (interpretively) and take walks in air-conditioned spaces, but not anything that requires near 20/20 vision or too much sweating. You know how grumpy people can get when they are hungry or thirsty? Well, I’m snarling when I sweat or get hot.
This afternoon when I got home from work, though, I stumbled upon an activity that produced much sweat and I didn’t mind. I was having fun out of the sheer absurdity of it. I was taking a giant kickball and using it as a basketball. It slammed against the concrete pretty loudly. The children of the people who live behind me kept shouting, “stop that loud noise! You’re being too loud!” It was funny.
Click here for a close-up of the ball.
I think I’m going to get a small trampoline and a smaller kickball in the near future and continue with this kickbasketball silliness.
And then I went to the John’s Creek Super H-Mart for dinner.
Watch me eat stir fried spicy octopus! It steams!
Check out the produce and products:
See the Nestle chocolate energy drink in close-up here.
The pink Korean words in the middle of the image say “Ice bar.”
Black sesame soy milk. Hmmmm.
After leaving Super H-Mart, I went to a bakery a few stores down. Behold 1.29 peanut butter soboro bread.
Glutinous rice balls! Watch me stroke and bite into one. It is so very soft.
After leaving the bakery, I went to a beauty supply store where I saw these Made in the USA body splash sprays. You’re not hallucinating, it does say “Butt Naked,” “Island Kiss Type,” “Sex on the Beach,” and “Lick Me All Over.”
Click here and here for textual close-ups.