Pretty “good” is OK for some folks. Ten years ago Lakewood Schools were in Academic Emergency, worse than “pretty good.”
Lakewood students and staff set their goals higher than “good.” They wanted to be “excellent.” Through hard work they surpassed pretty good. They have been striving for “excellence” and have met that goal for the past three years.
The poem, Pretty Good,
by Charles Osgood, highlights where Lakewood used to be. Is a “pretty good” education OK for our youth? The Lakewood community must support the November levy if they believe that pretty good is really pretty bad.
The failure of the levy will drastically affect the quality of education and reduce the academic opportunities that Lakewood Schools will be able to provide our youth in kindergarten through 12th grade. Please support Lakewood’s successes and allow students to continue to strive for excellence. Show your support for Lakewood children and vote yes for Lakewood Schools on November 2nd.
By Charles Osgood
There once was a pretty good student
Who sat in a pretty good class
And was taught by a pretty good teacher
Who always let pretty good pass.
He wasn’t terrific at reading,
He wasn’t a whiz-bang at math,
But for him, education was leading
Straight down a pretty good path.
He didn’t find school too exciting,
But he wanted to do pretty well,
And he did have some trouble with writing
Since nobody taught him to spell.
When doing arithmetic problems,
Pretty good was regarded as fine.
5+5 needn’t always add up to be 10;
A pretty good answer was 9.
The pretty good class that he sat in
Was part of a pretty good school,
And the student was not an exception:
On the contrary, he was the rule.
The pretty good school that he went to
Was there in a pretty good town,
And nobody there seemed to notice
He could not tell a verb from a noun.
The pretty good student in fact was
Part of a pretty good mob.
And the first time he knew what he lacked was
When he looked for a pretty good job.
It was then, when he sought a position,
He discovered that life could be tough,
And he soon had a sneaking suspicion
Pretty good might not be good enough.
The pretty good town in our story
Was part of a pretty good state
Which had pretty good aspirations
And prayed for a pretty good fate.
There once was a pretty good nation
Pretty proud of the greatness it had,
Which learned much too late,
If you want to be great, Pretty good is, in fact, pretty bad.