If you believe in education, then the Cwyane Farm House School is not for you. The petty, pseudo country club, private academy is approaching its demise in American culture. But then again, that's what Democratic Evolution is all about! As you read, you will see: "The cars lined up outside the farm sized school house. The Beemers and Mercedes stretched the acreage and roadway until they reached th...
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et running through this burgeoning suburban sprawl. Escalades and Volvos littered the landscape but only for show. They were leases. Such is the life of the social and wealthy wannabes. It’s polyester on the cheap. The signage at this private school was of epic proportions. Stop, Go, No idling, Parking for 2.5 minutes only, This lane only, Turn only left after 8:03 am, Right lane ends, No soliciting, Avoid grass parking, Don’t litter, New mother parking, Dr. John’s Landscaping Surgery….. They sell private billboards on the school property to raise money for the school. This entire roadway was perhaps the length of one half of a city block. The need for control was offensive. As the children prepared to leave from inside the building to play fun and games hopefully after school in some park or driveway, the true games were about to begin. They were games of astronomical importance for this ex-urb. The social climbing commences at the gym entrance. This is a true war of petty and frivolous social importance, indulgences and notoriety in a small hillbilly town. The battle of the aristocracy ensued on a suburban landfill. When the school children began to disembark at the end of the day, one could see their faces fill with despair. It was a daily occurrence. Pilates with Mom, Stay safe at archery class, Hug and Jog with Mom runs, and as the mothers voiced their afternoon activities in a vain pursuit of status amongst the pseudo-bourgeoisie parent social climbers, the children’s faces belied the true meaning of it all. It sucked. Mom’s a control freak. Can’t I just go home and play with her in the back yard. Can’t I just play with my phone? Why is it always like this? Poor kids. Their parents think they’re rich, but they are only plastic. Or maybe they just put it all on plastic and then disappear from Cwyane when the credit runs out… It has always been like this… The plastic people are a creation of “The Graduate” Era. Remember the movie when the old guy tells the freshly minted college graduate Dustin Hoffman to go into “plastics”? Little did we know then, but the plastic people would be the fake people in that movie jump ahead to 2000. Plastic people. Plastic smiles. Plastic hair. Plastic personalities. Stepford Wives circa 1970. I blame the Television. In the 1960’s and 1970’s everybody wanted to be unique. Heck, most people barely had color TV back then. Everyone wanted to be who they are! Individuality. Now every over 40 something, who were children back then, want to be something else. They want to be like everybody else. It is quite sad. The same outfits, hair, personalities ~ it’s The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit all over again in this Generation of Empowered Fools. It’s really insecurity personified. In the end they all have colored hair, a “life is good” shirt and a hat with no team on it…driving a Hummer. It’s like Woodstock went Lawrence Welk in a Sherman Tank. The fake people have fallen in step. The head master counted on that…"