Union teachers play the ukulele. The Carpenter Ukulele Society in concert.
That movie is opening this weekend.
If you follow progressive education bloggers or teachers on Facebook, you know which one I’m talking about.
It was produced by the same union haters that paid for last year’s box office dud, Waiting for Superman.
Listen. Never underestimate the common sense of the movie going public.
Imagine this couple has one night when they have a baby sitter. What’s the going rate now? $10 an hour? $12? I don’t know. It’s been too many years since Anne and I hired one. It was $2 an hour then. For two kids. Unless our neighbors dropped off their kids too and then it was $2 an hour for four kids.
Anyway. One night out and they can grab dinner at their favorite Thai place and then go see a movie. A documentary about lousy teachers? A movie with Viola Davis and Maggie Gyllenhaal about the parent trigger and teacher union thugs?
I don’t think so.
This thing has box office stink bomb written all over it.
Here is what I’m not happy about.
One of the characters is a Teach for America kid who is supposed to be real cool. He’s intended to be the opposite of the tired, lazy, old union teacher. How do you know he is real cool? He plays the ukulele.
Hey. I was a union teacher. I was an old union teacher.
And I played the uke. For my students. And so did a half dozen other teachers in my school. And our union music teacher teaches her students to play the uke.
In fact, we had a group. The Carpenter Ukelele Society.
You can look it up.