I meant to include this in my previous post...
Having grown up in Silicon Valley before it was even called that, I've seen an erosion of effort by, let me call them, "native" Americans. For example, my BIL and SIL lived in a Saratoga neighborhood that was probably 50 percent Asian. The boy in the family who lived next door to them, as well as my nieces, went to some of the finest public schools in the entire state.
Back in the '80s when report cards were sent home USPS, my nieces and the Asian boy next door received their reports cards on the same day. When the father of the boy next door got home from work you'd hear his son screaming in terror, probably because he got a single A minus instead of straight As.
In contrast my nieces, whom I love dearly, were unmotivated and were B minus students at best. But, my BIL and SIL were satisfied with that. As a consequence, both my nieces live bare bones lifestyles to the point they still need periodic financial support from their aging parents. In contrast, I'd venture to bet that Asian boy next door is earning a fortune.
I agree that education is key, but many in the boomer generation were content with letting their children achieve mediocrity. Temporary happiness was more important than long term achievement. I may be a boomer but I ran a very tight ship. There was no slacking off in our house. The career success of both our boys proves that was the right strategy.
We wouldn't need H1B visas if more had been expected from our "native" children.
Scott
My siblings and I were those kids. I've shut out that part of my life because of how bad it was. We'll still talk about it once a blue moon though.
No childhood, no memories, no friends, just study. I was put in ESL classes because I never talked and socialized, even though English was my only language. I didn't ask for help at school because I was too scared of adults so my grades suffered. I'd hide homework and test results from my dad because I was too scared of the consequences - so that put me in even more trouble at school. My fifth grade teacher, a real hard old school lady sent me to the nurses after she saw bruises on my back, who then called the cops, who then called my dad, which I lied to the cops because I was more scared of my dad.
All it did was made me resent my dad and leave some pretty bad mental scars (talked to him maybe 2-3 times in 15 years). In 2018 I sent him to the hospital for some sort of surgery. I almost told him I hope he dies on that table.
This type of parenting may produce some very book smart people but they tend to lack street smarts or social skills needed as an adult. May also cause lots of resentment or the inability to properly express themselves in times of stress or despair.
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