First, we go here
End of lesson.
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Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
The reform and gambling go hand in hand
There are as many reasons why the two go together as the number of fingers you have on all your three hands.
One day, after some sniffing some crack, the school boards sneezed out a new concept: Don't teach them anything except how to learn. Then, the task of learning is their problem.
Isn't that a little risky? What if we never ever learn that one, single, complicated, broad and multi-faceted aspect incorporating multiple techniques? Or, what if we learn how to learn, and then choose not to learn anything else? What then? And worse, to evaluate if you've learned how to learn, they throw you some shit, and then you gotta learn that on the spot, and repeat it in another way.
Newflash, if you want to learn anything properly, it's gonna take you a lot longer than 3 hours. To sum it up, basically, their BIG mistake is in trying to take something that is supposed to require time—sometimes your whole life—to develop naturally and thoroughly through other activities/life-experiences, and focus intensely on that, shoving you full of the stuff 'till you burst without giving us time to digest it. You can't teach somebody to be wise, you dumbasses!
They've made a gamble to overhaul the entire education system. It seems that their philosophy is that if something is broken, you can't do anything worse. If it ain't broken, don't fix it. If it is broken, don't fix it. Something things can't be fixed.
Shit will be shit: Shit shat by the king is just as shitty as shit shat by a sphinx which is just as shitty as shit shat by a shithead or shit shat by a pile of shit. (Try saying that fast)
Another thing about reform&gambling:
(In the following ratio of occurence—100:80:1)
Situation 1: Well done, you've got everything right on this test, so that gives you a B!
Situation 2: Aah, nice try, you've tried to add some extra stuff I've never taught you, in order to get an A, but you kind of messed up, so, that gives you a C! Better luck next time!
Situation 3: Omigod, you're a genius! You've answered EVERYTHING and even added a few hundred thousand pounds of bullshit without making a mistake or a contradiction! You get an A!
As you can see, the odds aren't good. When you're playing russian roulette, and you reach the point where 6 chambers are filled, consider stopping.
That's all for today, I know there are only 3 points, but then again, you don't really have 3 hands either.
One day, after some sniffing some crack, the school boards sneezed out a new concept: Don't teach them anything except how to learn. Then, the task of learning is their problem.
Isn't that a little risky? What if we never ever learn that one, single, complicated, broad and multi-faceted aspect incorporating multiple techniques? Or, what if we learn how to learn, and then choose not to learn anything else? What then? And worse, to evaluate if you've learned how to learn, they throw you some shit, and then you gotta learn that on the spot, and repeat it in another way.
Newflash, if you want to learn anything properly, it's gonna take you a lot longer than 3 hours. To sum it up, basically, their BIG mistake is in trying to take something that is supposed to require time—sometimes your whole life—to develop naturally and thoroughly through other activities/life-experiences, and focus intensely on that, shoving you full of the stuff 'till you burst without giving us time to digest it. You can't teach somebody to be wise, you dumbasses!
They've made a gamble to overhaul the entire education system. It seems that their philosophy is that if something is broken, you can't do anything worse. If it ain't broken, don't fix it. If it is broken, don't fix it. Something things can't be fixed.
Shit will be shit: Shit shat by the king is just as shitty as shit shat by a sphinx which is just as shitty as shit shat by a shithead or shit shat by a pile of shit. (Try saying that fast)
Another thing about reform&gambling:
(In the following ratio of occurence—100:80:1)
Situation 1: Well done, you've got everything right on this test, so that gives you a B!
Situation 2: Aah, nice try, you've tried to add some extra stuff I've never taught you, in order to get an A, but you kind of messed up, so, that gives you a C! Better luck next time!
Situation 3: Omigod, you're a genius! You've answered EVERYTHING and even added a few hundred thousand pounds of bullshit without making a mistake or a contradiction! You get an A!
As you can see, the odds aren't good. When you're playing russian roulette, and you reach the point where 6 chambers are filled, consider stopping.
That's all for today, I know there are only 3 points, but then again, you don't really have 3 hands either.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
When Hell Catches Fire...
When hell catches fire...we run!
Fire alarm went off near the end of the last period today. Was not a drill.
First things first: our fire alarm sound really SUCKS! It's like if we couldn't afford a proper bell. It just sounds like a little hammer hitting plastic. BBUURRR BBURRR BBURRR! It doesn't sound urgent at all, it sounds like a fat guy trying to make a beat with his flatulence.
Many classes had tests. Sec 3 rats had a test since study period, and just as they were about to finish, the fat guy starting letting it rip. Obviously, their teacher was pissed.
In fact, I had a test too. The teacher let us tear it up. Nothing more satisfying than that, except maybe burning it.
HI-larious, considering it was all due to certain people in charge who were busy smoking on their lunch break, instead of notifying the firefighters that some welding was going to be done on our waste evacuation pipes...
Incidentally, I wonder what cooked human waste smells like.
Why do I get the feeling that
curiosity is going to kill me one day?
Fire alarm went off near the end of the last period today. Was not a drill.
First things first: our fire alarm sound really SUCKS! It's like if we couldn't afford a proper bell. It just sounds like a little hammer hitting plastic. BBUURRR BBURRR BBURRR! It doesn't sound urgent at all, it sounds like a fat guy trying to make a beat with his flatulence.
Many classes had tests. Sec 3 rats had a test since study period, and just as they were about to finish, the fat guy starting letting it rip. Obviously, their teacher was pissed.
In fact, I had a test too. The teacher let us tear it up. Nothing more satisfying than that, except maybe burning it.
HI-larious, considering it was all due to certain people in charge who were busy smoking on their lunch break, instead of notifying the firefighters that some welding was going to be done on our waste evacuation pipes...
Incidentally, I wonder what cooked human waste smells like.
Why do I get the feeling that
curiosity is going to kill me one day?
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The new CSL building Conspiracy
This is us
THIS is our competition.
It's tight, CSL offers basic IB program. CSA offers IB program plus a bunch of sport, music, dance, and God-knows-what else programs. We are cheaper. They are more expensive. We are greasers, they are Socs.
The poor and stupid geniuses go to CSL.
The rich and stupid [occasional geniuses] go to CSA
We manage to beat them in the provincial exams by the sweat of our brows and the skin of our asses.
CSL is old and poor. Everything in the school dates back to the 80s, when it was founded. The computers are more recent, but if you compare in computer years, then our computers are like this:
Anyways, I don't know from where, but somehow, CSL got enough money from the school board (and from threatening parents I suppose) to purchase or lease a "new" building for us. This project has apparently been going on for a few years now, but we havn't heard of it since awhile.
It is here: (Wow! A soccer field, a real gym! It's heaven!)
Just a quick note, it is an abandoned school of another school board.
Another quick note: It's a frequent location for drug deals and monkeys sporting tattoos and spray paint.
One last quick note: we're not getting it.*
Yeah, as you may or may not know, College St-Anne got jealous.*
If CSL gets a new building, CSA will lose potential students.
So instead, they've bribed the owners not to sell it to us. (Or maybe they've bought it.)
Moral of story: Have money.
Pity. There WAS going to be an illegal giant paintball war fest at the Lachine building. But that was back when we thought we were going to get a new building. As it is now, if we were to do it, we'd better not get caught, or—have lots of money.
Maybe we should do it at CSA for revenge...Ohh, imagine that nice building all splattered with paint...XD. No, even better, imagine a few fat st-annais in their powder-blue uniforms splattered with red paint!
*info provided by Skweeky, verified by Sec 5 and Mr. Wener (Winner).
THIS is our competition.
It's tight, CSL offers basic IB program. CSA offers IB program plus a bunch of sport, music, dance, and God-knows-what else programs. We are cheaper. They are more expensive. We are greasers, they are Socs.
The poor and stupid geniuses go to CSL.
The rich and stupid [occasional geniuses] go to CSA
We manage to beat them in the provincial exams by the sweat of our brows and the skin of our asses.
CSL is old and poor. Everything in the school dates back to the 80s, when it was founded. The computers are more recent, but if you compare in computer years, then our computers are like this:
Anyways, I don't know from where, but somehow, CSL got enough money from the school board (and from threatening parents I suppose) to purchase or lease a "new" building for us. This project has apparently been going on for a few years now, but we havn't heard of it since awhile.
It is here: (Wow! A soccer field, a real gym! It's heaven!)
Just a quick note, it is an abandoned school of another school board.Another quick note: It's a frequent location for drug deals and monkeys sporting tattoos and spray paint.
One last quick note: we're not getting it.*
Yeah, as you may or may not know, College St-Anne got jealous.*
If CSL gets a new building, CSA will lose potential students.
So instead, they've bribed the owners not to sell it to us. (Or maybe they've bought it.)
Moral of story: Have money.
Pity. There WAS going to be an illegal giant paintball war fest at the Lachine building. But that was back when we thought we were going to get a new building. As it is now, if we were to do it, we'd better not get caught, or—have lots of money.
Maybe we should do it at CSA for revenge...Ohh, imagine that nice building all splattered with paint...XD. No, even better, imagine a few fat st-annais in their powder-blue uniforms splattered with red paint!
*info provided by Skweeky, verified by Sec 5 and Mr. Wener (Winner).
Monday, March 23, 2009
A school of "international" education...
International is between quotes because it's not.
We aren't allowed to speak anything except French, we don't learn about other cultures, we don't get international teachers from other countries (USA does not count), we can't wear different clothing, and we don't get access to many books, nor to a decent computer. (or a decent desk, for that matter)
Don't get me started on the education part.
Something I'd like to bring to your attention today is "we can't wear different clothing".
The uniform is something most students have a problem with. It's uncomfortable, it's expensive, it's cold during winter and hot during summer. Nothing like a cold winter morning awakening: you're waiting at the bus stop, half-asleep. A familiar Canadian winter breeze just blows right through your pants and its so cold you're shocked and look down just to make sure you're actually wearing pants and not standing outside in your underwear. And in summer, guys do get so uncomfortably hot that they start seriously considering wearing a skirt...
Now the ironic thing...
We get lots of talk about buying equitable, about the bad effects of free-trade, about companies moving their manufacturing facilities to third-world countries, about the extremely low wages and child labor.
But... if you flip the tag over on one of your uniforms, you'll see it says Made in China. (For most items in our uniform). Ahh the hypocrisy. If they couldn't find a legitimate and reasonably priced made in Canada supplier, they might as well let us wear what we want. We have to suffer AND so do the kids in China? Where is the logic in that? Oh and also, we're probably getting ripped off as well. (66 bucks for one shirt, I could buy a whole new wardrobe with that) So, think of the tired, underpayed employee in China tomorrow morning when you put on your uniform and get ready for another day in hell—that person will have just finished his in a different hell.
We aren't allowed to speak anything except French, we don't learn about other cultures, we don't get international teachers from other countries (USA does not count), we can't wear different clothing, and we don't get access to many books, nor to a decent computer. (or a decent desk, for that matter)
Don't get me started on the education part.
Something I'd like to bring to your attention today is "we can't wear different clothing".
The uniform is something most students have a problem with. It's uncomfortable, it's expensive, it's cold during winter and hot during summer. Nothing like a cold winter morning awakening: you're waiting at the bus stop, half-asleep. A familiar Canadian winter breeze just blows right through your pants and its so cold you're shocked and look down just to make sure you're actually wearing pants and not standing outside in your underwear. And in summer, guys do get so uncomfortably hot that they start seriously considering wearing a skirt...
Now the ironic thing...
We get lots of talk about buying equitable, about the bad effects of free-trade, about companies moving their manufacturing facilities to third-world countries, about the extremely low wages and child labor.
But... if you flip the tag over on one of your uniforms, you'll see it says Made in China. (For most items in our uniform). Ahh the hypocrisy. If they couldn't find a legitimate and reasonably priced made in Canada supplier, they might as well let us wear what we want. We have to suffer AND so do the kids in China? Where is the logic in that? Oh and also, we're probably getting ripped off as well. (66 bucks for one shirt, I could buy a whole new wardrobe with that) So, think of the tired, underpayed employee in China tomorrow morning when you put on your uniform and get ready for another day in hell—that person will have just finished his in a different hell.
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