I read it, this is my experience with that.
After the Korean war was the baby boom. On long Island a builder named Levitt built economical housing. 1960 we moved to one of his neighborhoods; parents and eventually 6 kids. The newspaper clipping Dad saved said $9,999 be a homeowner; $10 down. All at once the houses filled. Irish, German, drinking, working. Average 4 kids a house and you have a lot of kids walking around with nothing to do. Mothers would say “go out and play.” that’s it; don’t come back until dinner don’t be late. Unbridled natural law was practiced in the streets, you negotiated alliances, truces, fought and loved. The school was mixed with us and kids from more affluent neighborhoods. Which side of the tracks mattered both ways, both sides were proud, naturally.
In 5th grade I frustrated my teacher which I didn’t realize, I passed his class easy enough but talked to much, he told me he’d pay me back by sending me to the disciplinary class for 6th grade; which he did.
6th grade I made straight A’s, learned how to fill out long form taxes, trigonometry (which came in real handy later in life) and all about European history. My teacher Joe was a tough old Jewish bastard who tolerated no bull shit. He was a brown belt in 3 martial arts and loved to play real handball, with a little black hard rubber ball; his hands were like stones. If you talked in class, he poked you in the chest while talking loudly at you. If you were late he’d stand at the door and smacked you in the back of the head as you walked in. Within a week we were flying right. The best part was he taught to the highest common denominator.
The following years were back to crony apple polishing, conformity, social normality; it sucked.
9th grade 4th quarter first assignment. My girlfriend, (a goody two shoes) had the same class 1st quarter and received an A- on the same assignment. I made the corrections to her paper and handed it in on time and received a C-. I brought both papers to the teacher the next day and told him I wouldn’t come to his class anymore; he graded me not the paper.
10th grade English 1st quarter 1st assignment write a poem. The teacher read my poem, the class appreciated it. When he disclosed I was the author the majority of the class moaned and sneered at me; a few friends from” my side of the tracks” patted my back walking out at the end of class.
I quit school and worked 16 hours a day, paid my mother rent and never took a hand out.
One night I visited my teacher Joe at his house, just knocked on his door to say hello. He invited me in and we had a wonderful conversation over a glass of whisky (I was only 17). My favorite teacher.
10 years later, reading Atlas Shrugged was a beacon of light, it was as if I was in the company of Joe again. I denied myself a complete formal education but I saved myself from social indoctrination.
These days Joe would go to jail.
Joe was 22 years retired Navy. The English teacher was also old and retired from some other profession. The worst teachers I had went from college into teaching and sheltered from reality their whole lives. Maybe if we cut salaries to one third, only retirees who know their ABC’s could afford to

Wow, seven pages of "none of their business.' The social engineers are always scheming. I'm sure many are of the best intentions, but it is not their place and some of the questions put to the children are out of order. In short, my experience has been that the best teachers and parents in regard to the child's emotional state and well being come down to giving encouragement when right and avoiding belittlement even when wrong, yet pointing out the right path. We don't need a course for that. The world is not always fair and one must learn to cope. The teacher or parent will not always be there to hold one's hand...

I read 2 pages. I am going to sit alone and think about how this makes me feel. Oh whoa whoa whoa.

Is there a way to follow an entire thread if you weren't the one who posted it?

this is not the biggest issue to focus on with kids in the classroom. Either it is a red herring or social engineering.
the roshambo example is ludicrous. the practice is about denying reality in an effort to change to sociability of a very few. it teaches kids to cheat the game. Eventually, those kids who prefer to live in reality won't want to play. The exact opposite outcome you would desire! In a game where kids are voluntarily playing by the rules, their satisfaction will trump the onesies and twosies who are cheating. Cheating will bring no satisfaction. If they want to continue to cheat, eventually they will no longer find the game fun. They have excluded themselves from the fun and satisfaction of voluntarily following the rules of the game.
have I told you I hate rock, paper, scissors?

I made it nearly to the end of page 1. If it's now school policy to ask little kids what is going on at home, I predict once the kids are very comfortable with it the question will turn to are there any guns in your house? Do your parents have lots of cans of food in the garage? etc.etc.

Sorry I just can't finish this article.

Like Wonky, I need more time to get through the entire article.

But, what I skimmed is some sort of group therapy approach. The game examples on the last page were pretty interesting....

Drugs would be cheaper, and quicker! ;-)

I'd never heard the term "emotional intelligence" before reading Daniel Goleman's book with that title many years ago. The phrase itself seems like a contradiction. I'd say that emotions can impede or support itellectual development, but that "emotional intelligence" is a popular myth.