In tonight's CSL news update:
1-Swine flu outbreak is at level 4 in Canada. No deaths in Canada yet. Emotions are mixed as to the possibility of school closing. (and opening back in summer) What happened to levels 1-3?
2- We are still enjoying the continued absence of a small number of sec 3 who have lost themselves in Spain. We can't get rid of all the nasty critters, but it's a start.
3- End of the year science test has been announced. To general dismay, it will include writing a argumentative text relating to a scientific topic. What a huge fuckup. Interchanging competencies is an interesting concept, but some things were not meant to be mixed. Math is precisely favored by some because of its concept of equations. Everything is easier to compare and quantify and understand, when you put it into an equation. Cow shit = smells bad. Human shit = smells bad. Conclusion: shit smells bad.
Same thing with science. Scientific concepts are far more concrete and set in stone than words. Words have nuances, they have different meanings, they express varying degrees of whatever. Science doesn't work like that. There is a law. It is a go or no-go situation. You will not have some nuclear bombs go off, and some remaining impotent. It will happen, or it will not.
4- Annual 12 minute torture test seems to have not claimed any victims as of yet. Only two classes left or so. Apart from the few cases of idiots using stimulants and nearly vomiting, everybody survived, with our hearts a little stronger and a little more prepared to run away from the zombies and the crazed monkeys.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
A study in psychology...
Before getting to the bulk of today's post, feast your eyes on WMBOC's first piece of fan art. Kudos to Halco. Click for bigger picture. Done? Okay. Want to know who it is? Halco says it's me. Pff! I don't look nothin' like that. I look more like this:
Oh and funny anecdote from my childhood (yes, I did go through that stage): the first time I used a slingshot, I shot a pebble at my own forehead. I still have the scar. Maybe that explains my retardation.
Anyways, back to the topic. Study in psychology. Yes.
There was a revelation today in English class. We did the activity where you write a sentence, and pass it on, and in the end you're supposed to get your paper back, with an extremely original story on it.
The experience was illuminating. It's an inside peak at the [dark] personalities of other people, and likely, also at the demon inside you.
The final, extremely rough, extremely generalized, tally:
- 10 people talked about death, dying, blood, dead mother, daggers, star wars/death star, mutants, sci-fi gibberish, evil babies.
- 10 people talked about poop, eating poop, swimming in poop, dreaming about poop, cereal and poop, etc.
- 10 people talked about boring stuff I think, because I don't remember what they wrote. These people can be considered somewhat normal, [braindead], and fit for bureaucratic lifestyles.
- 2 texts featured Danny, in various situations.
Explaining the dead mother part is easy, it's because of Family Guy, more precisely, the diabolical baby Stewie.
But the poop, I don't know. I'm a little creeped out actually. Why in the world would poop be foremost in your mind? How can you even think of mistaking poop for soup!? (It rhymes I'll give you that, but in no other way are the two similar!) You start questioning what else goes on in these people's minds. (Small consolation: these may be the future geniuses that make cars run off the methane from cow manure one day)
The boring people, I'll pass.
The Danny texts, I'll pass on that too.
So, all in all, we're kind of screwed up.
I can't seem to come up with meaningful conclusion so I'll wrap up with:
Remember,
1- It's not our fault we're so screwed up. It's funny how adults complain about this generation of youth, but they don't realize that they're the root of the problem.
2-No matter how screwed up we are, we will, most of us anyway, grow up, mature, and become successful people, with a family and middle class lifestyles. (What a spine-chilling thought)
Monday, April 27, 2009
Summer Two Face
Yay! Summa is a coming!
Vacation is coming!
Two months of pleasure and boredom coming up! Beaches, trees, picnics, camping trips, popsicles, biking trips, movie outings, green grass, sailing, blue skies, thunder storms, swimming pools.
Yes, indeed, but before that, welcome to HELL!
It isn't even officially summer yet, but we've hit 30 degrees or so today. It's bliss to have the full force of the sunshine smashing into your face. Your skin is in ecstasy with all the Vitamin D. Of course, inside CSL, it's another story. If outside was like heaven, inside is hell.
First off: it isn't normal how the building, already small for a school, and even though comparing classrooms on the same floor, with the windows facing the same direction, there is a gargantuan different in temperature. One class will be rather comfortable, while in another, it's enough to bake dough. This is the reason why we don't have cooking classes. As I've said before, it is hardly appropriate to be cooking with the food you're preparing.
Oh, and it isn't CSL if without the wonderful smell of old building, old books, humidity and eau-de-csl. Combined with the heat, it's as if giant stuck his ass through the windows and saturated the place with his flatulence. I would not be at all surprised if somebody with a match caused a huge fireball.
In step with tradition/coincidence, the first hot day of the summer semester is marked by chic day. We shed our uniforms for something a little more comfortable and revealing. However, we still cooked and took baths in our own sweat.
Omigod, what is going to happen tomorrow when we're back in our uniforms!?
Worse, omigod what is going to happen during the end of the year tests?!
You bath in sweat, come up to a question you have no idea how to answer. And bam! You sweat even more, and feel that familiar wave of heat and desperation and panic shoot all the way to the roots of your hair. No doubt everybody else is also sweating the problem, and their body heat is combining with yours. You look at your watch, see the time ticking by twice as fast as usual and you start sweating a torrent enough to put out a small fire.
On a totally different subject, the green tickets to a new world arrived as well. Some people rejoice, some people bitch. Most often, those with high results laugh at the people with low results, and the people with low results, claim to have been shafted by lazy or incompetent teachers. (Could be true) I despise the way society is placing so much weight on time consuming, questionable, and definitely fallible, methods of evaluating the performance of someone. Sometimes, the evals are so poorly conceived, a total retard spewing gibberish may very well get the same result as somebody who studied hard. Screw this, save some time, instead, pitch them into a snake pit, or leave them on a deserted island, or parachute them into a warzone. The person who comes out alive is the one I will respect. Written tests are important, but overeliance on it results in a shitload of people who can't do shit except spew out Bureaucratic Sheeshkabab.
(Think back, at least half of what you learn is about mixing bullshit with information, and hiding it into thick paragraphs of text whereas a simple bullet point listing would've sufficed.)
Weekly Double:
During dinner....someone arrives
"Care to join us?"
"Why did u guys fall apart?"
'Did you hear about the guy who ate twenty pancakes for breakfast?'
'How waffle.'
Vacation is coming!
Two months of pleasure and boredom coming up! Beaches, trees, picnics, camping trips, popsicles, biking trips, movie outings, green grass, sailing, blue skies, thunder storms, swimming pools.
Yes, indeed, but before that, welcome to HELL!
It isn't even officially summer yet, but we've hit 30 degrees or so today. It's bliss to have the full force of the sunshine smashing into your face. Your skin is in ecstasy with all the Vitamin D. Of course, inside CSL, it's another story. If outside was like heaven, inside is hell.
First off: it isn't normal how the building, already small for a school, and even though comparing classrooms on the same floor, with the windows facing the same direction, there is a gargantuan different in temperature. One class will be rather comfortable, while in another, it's enough to bake dough. This is the reason why we don't have cooking classes. As I've said before, it is hardly appropriate to be cooking with the food you're preparing.
Oh, and it isn't CSL if without the wonderful smell of old building, old books, humidity and eau-de-csl. Combined with the heat, it's as if giant stuck his ass through the windows and saturated the place with his flatulence. I would not be at all surprised if somebody with a match caused a huge fireball.
In step with tradition/coincidence, the first hot day of the summer semester is marked by chic day. We shed our uniforms for something a little more comfortable and revealing. However, we still cooked and took baths in our own sweat.
Omigod, what is going to happen tomorrow when we're back in our uniforms!?
Worse, omigod what is going to happen during the end of the year tests?!
You bath in sweat, come up to a question you have no idea how to answer. And bam! You sweat even more, and feel that familiar wave of heat and desperation and panic shoot all the way to the roots of your hair. No doubt everybody else is also sweating the problem, and their body heat is combining with yours. You look at your watch, see the time ticking by twice as fast as usual and you start sweating a torrent enough to put out a small fire.
On a totally different subject, the green tickets to a new world arrived as well. Some people rejoice, some people bitch. Most often, those with high results laugh at the people with low results, and the people with low results, claim to have been shafted by lazy or incompetent teachers. (Could be true) I despise the way society is placing so much weight on time consuming, questionable, and definitely fallible, methods of evaluating the performance of someone. Sometimes, the evals are so poorly conceived, a total retard spewing gibberish may very well get the same result as somebody who studied hard. Screw this, save some time, instead, pitch them into a snake pit, or leave them on a deserted island, or parachute them into a warzone. The person who comes out alive is the one I will respect. Written tests are important, but overeliance on it results in a shitload of people who can't do shit except spew out Bureaucratic Sheeshkabab.
(Think back, at least half of what you learn is about mixing bullshit with information, and hiding it into thick paragraphs of text whereas a simple bullet point listing would've sufficed.)
Weekly Double:
During dinner....someone arrives
"Care to join us?"
"Why did u guys fall apart?"
'Did you hear about the guy who ate twenty pancakes for breakfast?'
'How waffle.'
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