AS A FOLLOW-UP TO YOUR recent article on the woeful state of education in Washington, D.C. (“Schoolhouse Rock,” 11/11), one only has to stand at the Tenleytown subway station on any weekday afternoon during the school year when the Woodrow Wilson and Alice Deal students head for home. One feels only the utmost pity for these poor kids, who are clearly gaining little from school that will help them in the real world. It’s very competitive when you have to go out and make your way professionally. You have to speak well and communicate clearly. You have to dress appropriately. And most of all, you must be guided by a sense of purpose and high motivation. None of these traits are even remotely present in those pitiful students.
I often watch my fellow passengers on the escalators heading up at Tenleytown as they watch the maelstrom of descending students. Liberal or conservative, black or white, man or woman—it doesn’t matter. We all look at these poor kids with pity—what chance do they have for a meaningful future in an increasingly competitive and technical world? What do they do in school all day? Aren’t they learning anything that will help them once they are graduated?
Terribly sad. I weep for the future of our city and society.