UnBooks:Practical Lessons on Communism
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“In Soviet Russia, Communism teaches YOU!”
“Назад в СССР”
“Everybody's got A! Everybody's got A-A-A-A-A!”
-Heya, Kids! Everyone here? How d'you doin'? Your mother too, Shandy. Okay, here we go with the:
Class 1: On Equality
“Okay, as you are settled, I will start asking. Who did the homework?”
Kids rise hands, except by Oliver Shandy.
“Oh, Shandy!... Poor poor boy... Now, class, pay close attention. Here we go through the very first concept of Communism. See, the boy Shandy is really too damn poor. He lives in a squat and everyday his mother comes home die-drunk scouting a different man by the hand. So, with such an awful life, do you think it's fair giving Shandy an F while our pretty rich boys and girls here in the first row always get an A?”
Kids noddles in agreement.
“And there's more. People from middle rows normally score a D or C. Are they any way worse than the nerds up here?”
Even more kids agree, this time more excited. The teacher rises his voice tone, as if discoursing:
“NOW, LISTEN, STUDENTS OF THE WORLD! Do you think it's FAIR someone getting an F grade due having a bad mom, being lazy or even just being plain dumb? Is the ones who get Ds, Es or Fs INFERIOR to the PRIVILEGED GEEKS???”
Now the whole class (except by the first and second rows) roars in pure revolutionary fury.
“So I am abolishing grades. Everybody here is equal! Everybody gets A! That's it. An A for everyone! And no homework anymore as well!”
The whole class is in convulsion, throwing things to the air and at the nerds.
“Calm down, kids! Calm down!... Revolution demands a cool mind. And now I just thought... Yeah, kids, bad news... Sorry. If someone invented something as boring as homework there should be a reason. Can someone remember what was it up to?”
Kids keep in silence until Dexter Schilling answer from first row: “Hu... learning stuff?”. He is promptly hit at the neck by a paper ball.
“Yeah, Dexter, that's right. Seems we got a dilemma right here. Despite our revolution, you children still are here to learn. So... yeah, we have no choice but making the homework mandatory.”
Kids mutter in disappointment. Dexter asks: “But how will you make it mandatory without the grades?”.
“Why are you asking, Dexter? Are you thinking about not delivering your homework? Go to the director's room. Now!”
Teacher gives a sinister stare while whispering between his teeth:
“That's what will happen...”
A very faint scream is heard somewhere.
Class 2: On Motivation
“How are you today, kids? Who did the homework?”
Kids rise hands, except Oliver Shandy.
“Comrade teacher, I had problems back at home. I broke a glass and mom hit me with a belt.”
“Comrade Shandy... You know, everyone here got problems, but we should do a little sacrifice to the our cause. You will get an A, but you need to do your job just as anyone else.”
“But I'm poor, comrade! You told it yourself yesterday!”
“There's not poor and rich here anymore. We are a classless class now. Everybody will get A. But for this dream to happen, we need a collective effort from everyone. Now, to the director's desk!”
Class whispers astonished.
“You don't ask, comrade kids! I know what's better for you and this is necessary unless you want the grades back.”
Teacher stares darkly:
“And I'm sure no one wants this filthy injustice to ever happen again... DO YOU?...”
Silence. Teacher sits, fix his glasses and opens his book.
“Well, now to the second lesson. I said yesterday you all are here to study and studying is indeed a good thing. But that's not limited to homework. You know, while I'm talking, there are some classmates paying the deserved attention while others are just playing the PSP. Pretending to themselves that I cannot see them.”
A clicking noise is heard from the last rows.
“Good. Now I ask you again, comrades. How will I be sure everyone is paying attention without giving different grades to the ones who do it?”
Dexter rises his hand:
“Sending the ones who don't pay enough attention to the director's desk?”
“No, you go to the director's desk, comrade Dexter!”
Dexter cries while leaving the classroom.
“Again, he was right.”
“So why you sent him to the director's?” - asks Sharon from 2nd row.
“You too, comrade Sharon! Go see the man!”
A harsh grim forms around the teacher's mouth.
“Any more questions? So, let me tell you: everyone here is supposed to be totally dedicated to our little revolution. You don't complain about the others, the reactionaries, the ones trying to spoil our dream. You shall not fail me, understand? If I say everyone pays attention, then everyone pays attention! That simple. But most important is that you will do it not because you fear going to the director's room. Thinking this way is already a good reason to be sent there. You will because we cannot tolerate grades anymore!”
Punches the desk.
Class 3: On Counter-revolutionaries
Little Ann raises her hand, and puts a finger in her mouth, while asking to the teacher:
”Teacher! Sorry, I mean, comrade! Dad told me you are a conservative bigot trying to scare the hell out of us!”
Ann leaves sneezing.
”On purpose, class. Let's talk about external enemies. There are other classes in this school that haven't adopted Communism yet. They keep on giving different scores to students. Yes, that's sad, but we have to deal with it someway or another. First, I want you all to talk about what's happening here during the lunch break. Of course, you have to use some subtleness while inviting them to the joys of a non-score class. Putting it clear, glorify good stuff and overlook bad stuff. Alas, bad stuff simply does not exist here. If something makes you uneasy, it's you who are lacking on revolutionary fervor. About the students outside, you have to convince them to press their teachers to turn their classes into Communist ones. If needed, they may even create petition lists to be sent to the director, so he can fire resisting teachers. But...”
Teacher pushes a package out of his pocket.
”...of course I cannot keeping on asking you to do stuff without some form of compensation. The score will be A but this work is subtle and demands politeness and goodwill. So, to the student who get more signatures to fire capitalist teachers, I will give this pack of M&M's.”
Fat boy Albert Marconi from 3rd row opens his own pack of M&M's.
”What's the hell is that, comrade? You bring shame to our cause! How can you have one of these while Stan just got a cereal bar? I'm confiscating this and you will see the director. Now!”
”Great news, kids! Now I have two of them. Are you all happy?”
”You still didn't get it, did you? The thing is, maybe we still have problems, but we have equal scores and that's the only thing that matters. But you can't confound students outside giving demonstrations of dissatisfaction. We are trying to convert them to our cause, do you remember? So, I ask again, are you happy?”
Class answers in unison:
”Yes, comrade teacher!”
”And so I am! Now I'm going to explain what I'm going to do with the other pack of candy. I will send some of our better comrades into secret missions. I'll give the details to the tasked - that's secret! Isn't it exciting? Besides, tomorrow's gonna be the test. So I'll also give M&M's to the student who denounces more cheaters. But you please don't say it loudly. Students outside could misunderstand the meaning of our revolution. Just mark the names discreetly at the corner of the page, okay?”
”I ASKED A QUESTION! IS THAT OKAY?”
Dexter rises his hand trembling:
”We will all get an A but giving M&M's don't makes some of us, you know, unequal?”
”Good. Everybody happy?”
”Yes, comrade teacher!”
Class 4: The Test
“Okay, comrade children. I start with the good news. Here goes a pack of M&Ms to comrade McMillian, who burned a trash can by the capitalist classroom at the end of the corridor. Another one to comrade Justin for sticking bubblegum at the hair of three bourgeoisie girls. And a special one, filled with peanut, for our model proletarian, Shandy, who helped our cause placing a 'kick me' sign at the back of the Economy teacher.”
Small “congratulations comrade”s pops in the air.
“Brandon S. Sinclair! Carolyn Robertson! Irwin Cohen! Kelly Douglas! Linda Smith! Patrick Forsyth! Here, in front of me!”
“I have noticed that your mothers entered a petition yesterday asking for the end of this program. Do you have something to say in your defense?”
“I told her not to do it!”
“Yeah, me too!”
“Oh, mom, such a disgrace!”
“Well, I'm not punishing you, little comrades. I'm punishing your mothers. But, before, class, a big boo here for the traitors!”
The kids start booing fiercely. Suddenly, a notebook flies and hits Carolyn at the forehead. Other kids picks random stuff and prepare themselves to shoot.
“YOU STOP, KIDS! Remember, this is just a simulation, not real Communism!”
“Who said that?”
“WHO SAID THAT?”
“Three M&M's to the one who denounces who said that. Whoa! In your hand, comrade Johnson! Now, Shandy, my little Bakunin, you go with them. Director will show you the differences between Utopic and Scientific Socialism.”
“Okay, class, ready for the test? Oh, I almost forgot. Comrade Dexter! You're out!”
“Why? I didn't do anything! Long life to the Communist revolution!”
“No particular reason, boy, I'm just not in the mood. Go!... Now, for the rest of you, the test:”
“Comrade teacher! Can I ask you something without getting kicked?”, asks Ann.
“If we all will get an A, why the test?”
“Because I want to know who studied right. It's classified information for me. Now take your paper, comrade.”
Class 5: Perestroika!
”Hi again, kids! Everybody happy?”
”Yes, comrade teacher!”
”Nice to hear this. Now I'll give you the results of our Communism classes. Ho-hum... here we go... It's a C for everyone!”
”Quiet, children! I'm not done yet! Yeah, it's a C. I'm sorry, kids, but you have to understand this: when I told you about giving everybody an A I was talking about ideal conditions. Grades just don't pop up out of nothing. In fact, the score you got is the average for all the class. Except... for the ones banned at the test, as Dexter and... (sigh) Shandy. For them, the grade is F!”
”Dexter, you can stop stuttering now. The Communist regime is over. In the next test, you will all have different grades, as always.”
”So... I may ask you a question without being sent to director's?”
”Welcome back to freedom, my boy!”
”All right, comrade, I mean, sir. Is Communism all that bad?”
”Well, in real Communism, M&M's taste like plastic. And, after seeing the director, you don't come back...”