Old School against New School

Old School against New School When I was reading the Ethics poem in my Lit. book in made me think. It starts off by stating the question. If there was a fire in a museum and you hade to pick between a rare expensive original painting and an elderly woman who has only a couple of years left in here which one would you save. When you ask me that question my first answer was …

…someone to save me instead of a painting. I wonder how I would feel about the youth when I am the elderly. Will I think they are worthless and lazy? Will I say all the things my dad says to me about his youth like I was cool back in the day. Will I think they are crazy for acting the way I do now? Only time will tell if the table will get turned.