Here is a photo that hangs in the present STHS lobby, adjacent to the luxurious offices of the incumbent execs. Scrag is demonstrating cutting-edge language-teaching technology circa 1960, or else, it's a scene of a merciless, dystopian interrogation, a still from some grim, Eastern-bloc Cold-War-period film-maker.
You be the judge.
Surely it's an awful lot of paraphernalia to teach one lad broken French, when a stick of chalk and a yard of whangee would do just as well?
Does it appear to you that, if the clean-cut boy in the bondage harness presses the wrong button, he will get 3,000 volts up his spine? Or is it looped around his scrotum? Perhaps it's an aversion-therapy device, designed to discourage self-abuse by substituting irregular verbs.
Strange days at Tech, and there were stranger to come.
Afterword: Not long ago, I showed this picture to a former STHS language teacher, who snorted and declared that the staff-member depicted had never used an AV device in his life, and couldn't do so for toffee. Yah boo sucks and c'est à rire.
You be the judge.
Surely it's an awful lot of paraphernalia to teach one lad broken French, when a stick of chalk and a yard of whangee would do just as well?
Does it appear to you that, if the clean-cut boy in the bondage harness presses the wrong button, he will get 3,000 volts up his spine? Or is it looped around his scrotum? Perhaps it's an aversion-therapy device, designed to discourage self-abuse by substituting irregular verbs.
Strange days at Tech, and there were stranger to come.
Afterword: Not long ago, I showed this picture to a former STHS language teacher, who snorted and declared that the staff-member depicted had never used an AV device in his life, and couldn't do so for toffee. Yah boo sucks and c'est à rire.
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