1702 clicks upon this page.
1702!
That’s a lot.
or a little.
1702 out of 7 billion.
A little.
1702 views of one page.
A lot.
what spawns each click, is it me, is it what I write, is it curiosity.
How does each respond?
Happy, sad, intrigued, angered.
i don’t know.
But 1702.
To me,
thats a lot.
What do we do when everyone can live forever?
what am I but a speck of time
on lifes wandering line
I don’t believe im fine
will I age like Wine?
I yearn to be more than a speck
perhaps even a dot, or a streak
forever condoned the freak——
plead that my mark doesn’ reak.
to grow is, to speak
to yell down the failures
and cajole the opppostion
til someone’s speck
yearns for your streak.
on the timeline of life.
somehow spending a night playing video games with my little brother was the best one of summer yet.
pjpj:
i know it’s hypocritical but these social networks are just teaching people that their opinions matter, you just type your feelings down and then all your internet friends who are, in essence, just copies of you in different time zones tell you how much they agree or how right you are and then…
Da shit.
I find myself at a strange vertex between knowledge, wisdom, and intuition.
The knowledge equivalent to anyones’.(as in, you talk about a random idea, I can tell you why it happens, not that I am more knowledgeable than a professor, but simply a very broad and relatively deep common knowledge)
The wisdom of someone five to ten years older. I’ve realized that perhaps I am not as much uncommonly wise as I am uncommonly knowledgeable. Perhaps my claim to wisdom is still exaggerated.
The intuition and/or instinct of a typical teenager. Enough Said.
Each of these pull me in different directions and their different influences create conflicting viewpoints on any decision I make.
I’m never comfortable with my decisions
I work all day to alleviate the ever present feeling of worthlessness.
fucking anxiety problems
I was talking to a friend about relationships and realized it sounded just like a middle school conversation.
Then I realized, I am in no way more educated about relationships now than I was then.
Which is straight up depressing.
8th grade was my dating prime.
Really depressing.
What do ou think would make education more efficient?from Anonymous
Ay, I’ve never spent time to right this down. It’s more things I just notice. But i’m sure as I write ideas will pop up.
1. Manage workloads- Just like we physically tire and lose ability, so do our brains. The workload people experience in schools these days are ridiculous. My pre cal class had a minimum of two hours of homework a night. It was impossible to keep up with so much work along with soccer and my other classes. Teacher cooperation and flexible due dates would ease this pressure.
2. The Failure of Standardized testing- “During what period did baseball become America’s past time?” “(picture of constipated man) What emotions does this picture show?” These are ACTUAL test questions i had on my standardized tests. Like, are you kidding me. How the HELL do either of these have to do with advancing knowledge of our society.
Ok, now this is developing into a more focused look at the goals school should try to match.
The proficiency of Asians on mathematical test scores when compared to Americans is well noted. However, upon deeper analysis you can see that these math scores are taken from only the smartest Asians schools. Skewing the results SIGNIFICANTLY when compared to the general population. If the top 5% of Chinese score say a 90 on standardized tests, while 100% of US students average an 80. There is no way to conclude that Chinese are inherently more intelligent at math. It is an entirely flawed system(*I also apologize for the Asian stereotype imbued here). This leads me to the conclusion that recent American emphasis on standardized tests scores is a result from inaccurate statistical analysis.
Teachers must begin not teaching to the tests but instead to encourage independent learning, spurring a passion for learning, and helping students find a lifelong passion.
1. Encouraging independent learning- As a young child I watched the History Channel and continuously drooling over the grainy black and white films of the D-Day invasion on the Normandy beaches. I can only believe that this passion for history has spurred my interest in History to this day. Now at a more advanced stage of my life, this has led to independent research into psychology and history. Now, imagine if this interest in a subject was a phenomenon experienced by say 25% of US students. It would lead to an outburst in extremely proficient students who could lead their professions. How you do this, I don’t know.
I’m about to die mentally looking at all the gaping holes in these arguments. I would love to flesh this out further but this is simply a ton of writing to do. Hopefully I will flesh out these arguments further on later.
*Asians of many different countries spend hours upon hours of post school work studying for University entrance exams which forms a lifeless childhood, a quick google search gives a link examining this phenomena http://articles.latimes.com/2011/jan/13/world/la-fg-china-education-20110113
I’m writing this as I my physics course concludes. I just turned in my final exam and wish to exam the factors that impact my inherent ability or inability to perform at a specified level in school. For me, school is a useless waste of time. Not that learning is useless, but that the efficiency of it is simply pitiful. This physics class never was that type of class though. I still laugh at myself when I go home and begin pondering about angular momentum and orbital velocity and all of this physics junk. I have no doubt that thinking about these things enhances my ability to perform in my physics class. I have one non A grade all semester and just finished the semester test within 25 minutes. But more importantly, I treat it like a JOKE. An absolute joke. I have resigned myself to attempting to do all of the calculations in my head out of shear boredom. Meanwhile, the rest of the class struggles to pass tests. There must be certain hidden variables that differentiate my ability and my peers in physics, because it certainly is not work ethic. At this point, in a rather cocky statement, I believe it is due to a simple superiority of the mind. I do not know what makes my mind able to process, comprehend, and most importantly, remember things so much easier than the rest. But it is there. Or at least I believe it is. I’ve been told my entire life that I was “smart” but, paradoxically, in high school my grades never really reflected it while I’ve been told I’m smart even more, and sometimes blessed with being called a “genius”. Sure, I’m in National Honors Society, but I’m not in Maryville Scholars. And my failure to obtain the highest levels of academic rigmarole can only be deemed a failure in light of my perceived mental capacity.
All of this leads to a damning question. Am I smart enough to get by without working or too dumb to capitalize on the most precious of gifts? I surely hope I am the former, whom, like Einstein laughed at teachers and self taught himself. I believe my independent research into psychology, computers, and even an online computer programming class fit into this Einsteinian mold. However, my pre calculus class seems to be the smoking gun condemning my theory. My friend was able to get a high A in the class while I worked harder than I had in any class before only to receive a C. I surely wasn’t the most naturally gifted in that class. But does that mean I am simply not good at pre calculus, or to a larger degree, math itself? My A’s in both Algebra 1 and 2 and physics once again are evidence against that theory.
I have no idea how to answer all of these questions, but I surely have plenty of time to find out.
Five Hundred and Seventy five words later. The second person turns their test in.
When the game was over I put my warmup on because it was sweatier than my Jersey and I wanted to feel like I did more than sit on the damn bench.
In fifth grade on my basketball team we lost every game. One game. I got told good game and burst out in tears and ran away to be by myself.
Just now, we lost the last game of the season. I got told good game from a friend. I burst out in tears.
I didn’t play a single minute.
i’m moving away from you. I hope you don’t mind. But really, there is nothing I can do. You pasted me by and i’m stuck singing lullabies. To my self. Because I can’t stand anything else.
