Twirling eyeballs, three-second attention span, gold fish memory capacity, and speech capacity of a politician has become the norm around my parts of the world for kids. A normal kid seems to be defined by a broken home, with multiple people related to him, no structure, no discipline, no morality, no cares, fed only a sugar diet, walking through an assembly line of education, and no direction. With no direction, control and care, lesson times become hazy, frustrating, and filled with the teacher battling ten little kids pushing their own aimless agenda. Result? The teacher’s welcome statement to kids turns from “Hi, Johnny” to “Hi, Mr. Little Agenda, how old are you? Eight? Great. Now I need to un-ravel, un-spin, un-confuse, de-sugar, de-un-discipline the last eights years in the next thirty-minute lesson plan!” Ha!