If you’ve seen me around town this week, whether at Tuesday’s school board meeting or just out and about, you’ve seen the old, white University of Texas at Austin sweatshirt I’ve been pretty much wearing without ceasing the past several days.
I grew up the son of an English teacher. Not the kind of English that kids seem to get in school these days — the kind that’s all about reading literature texts and picking out themes, without making sure students have a grasp of the actual mechanics of the language itself.
