We Don’t Care About Brains, Or, Why Education Has Failed

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I asked:

What is one thing you learned that is new or interesting to you about the life of a truck driver that you didn’t know before reading this essay by Rick Zollo, “Friday Night at I-80?”

Crickets.

Nada, zip, zilch.

So, I asked:

How would you describe one aspect of the life of a trucker after reading Zollo’s essay?

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

So, I said:

Even if you’re not all that interested in the life of a truck driver, what they do certainly matters to you. You know that shampoo and conditioner you used on your hair this morning was delivered by a truck driver, and very likely the food you put in your mouth during breakfast, and the gas in your car to get to school, the clothes you wear on your back, the shoes on your feet, the phones in your pocket, the computers in front of you, the tables and chair you are using right now . . . all delivered by truck drivers, and without them, truckers, none of this stuff would be available to you.

So, again, what is one observation you are able to make about the life of a trucker after reading Rick Zollo’s essay, “Friday Night at I-80?”