Take it from someone that's been there, bilingual education doesn't work! I worked in schools in Southern California, and before I retired most of the school districts were doing away with it because of the poor results.

Take it from someone that's been there, bilingual education doesn't work! I worked in schools in Southern California, and before I retired most of the school districts were doing away with it because of the poor results.

My siblings and I (ages 1-12) came to this country without knowing a word of English in the 1960s. I am so grateful that bilingual education didn't exist. Within three months of full English immersion in our normal classrooms we were fluent in the English language. Our parents took night English classes in order to learn the language and help us in our studies.

This should be an elective course and not the full curriculum. Not only is this an injustice to our Spanish-speaking students in delaying their progress, but most importantly holds back the progression of the regular English speaking students. — Rosina Hernandez White, Eagle Point

I have never written a letter to the editor before, but wanted to reply to Geanie Flanigan's letter (Sept. 11).

I don't hunt and I don't condone hunting, but I don't wish that those that do hunt a special place in hell.

He did not "joke" about the cougar having nine lives. If the wound had been that bad, granted a blood trail would have been easy to follow. It wasn't, so he lost the trail. He went back the next day, found the cougar and killed it.

I agree with the writer that the cougar did suffer. Unfortunately, many thousands of animals suffer fear, confusion and agony in many ways every day, like his rescue horse that was attacked by a cougar or the four puppies beaten to death and not by hunters.

Watch what you wish for. Some day you may need that teenage boy to save your life as a doctor, soldier, police or fireman — or yes, maybe even as a hunter.

My grandson is a good kid who also happens to be a hunter. — Laura Lucas, Eagle Point

How many of you are in an American rage over having to listen to an Indian or a Filipino who calls themselves Joe or Sara when you call for help for an American product you purchased with American dollars? I am.

Especially after talking to a computer voice and punching number after number, giving the last four digits of my Social Security number, and my address over and over again until I can speak to a human being. Then of course the human I am talking to cannot understand me nor can I make out what they are saying.

This is what large American companies now call service. I am so frustrated that I am almost ready to return all products that have out-sourced their service calls. Even our local newspaper has out-sourced its late and missing paper calls to the Philippines. The new American way is no way to treat a paying customer. — Ralph Bowman, Central Point