It’s been a troubling semester, but not because many of my students passively and/or actively resist the knowledge that I try to pass on to them. It’s been frustrating not merely because government regulations and mandates have made me into a secretary filling out a myriad of online forms. It’s been disheartening not only because leftist propaganda surrounds me and I am but one small voice in the academic desert trying to teach true American core values.
No, it’s been a sad and sometimes heartbreaking semester because many college students’ assorted troubles are related to the fact that they are bereft of wholesome father figures. The combination of resentment, hurt, anger, and defiant pride run through their writings. It affects everything they do, from having trust issues with the opposite sex to taking direction from anyone they view as an authority figure. Most carry an enormous chip on their shoulders and take offense at the slightest thing.