The Lost Generation
It's exam results season once again in the UK, and as usual newspapers are complaining how easy modern exams are. If they're to be believed in days of yore a Mathematics pass grade involved proving Fermat's Last Theorem — today one merely need find the exam room and spells one's name correctly.
A junior school teacher recently told me current practice advises against correcting more than five spelling errors in a pupil's text, for fear of smothering their creativity with a smog of red ink. Initially I reacted with incredulity, but upon reflection I realised each generation's education slaughters a few sacred cows of the previous generation.
In the final three years of high school my own "Eng Lit." education took in three Shakespeare plays, a couple of Arthur Miller offerings, some Orwell, brief excursions into Dickens and Bront