Once upon a time, in high school math class, I had a teacher.
She insisted that we keep study journals and our tests in those journals (she took a lot of them back anyway?), and I was a very untidy person. I found it difficult to summarize what I had learned in a way that doesn't involve demonstrating a formula through a test. Weeks passed, months passed, then it was crunch time, and I didn't have a study journal ready.
The teacher threatened to fail me. My response, in a hasted panic, was attempting to jump off the third floor of the school building. It was about 4 meters to landing. I was only stopped because I was pulled away by a boy whose face I didn't see. I was suspended for the few days that remained in the year.
Was it my fault---I, with the strange mix of inflated ego and depression that pervaded my ultimately formative years? Had that been my fault?
Was it the teacher's fault---who did a poor execution of an idea I still personally object to?
My memory is too clouded. Maybe there is no answer.
One thing's for sure. I no longer have the acuity for math that I used to have. So when it comes to true education---not the form of it parodied by these varied organizations---I lost. Doesn't matter whose fault it was, I lost a skill. As much as I want to blame someone---anyone---for this, it won't matter.
And as long as education is parodied thus, students will continue losing the skills they were supposed to gain or hone.