January 19, 2006
At long last.
After a year and a semester of writing essays for Joyner, I am finally done. I don't have to see her again, ever. (granted, I'll be going to the same school for another semester but I'm not actually going to make eye contact with her.)
What I am worried about, is what I'll say to her if I see her 10 years down the road. Probably... "Paper or Plastic?"
I did finals all week, only three though... In my welding class, I guess I *was* the final, because when I showed up to class 7 minutes late everybody was acting like they just lost a bet. "Did you have a pool on me or something?" "Yeah"
I remember last year when somebody shot hoops for their grade with a crumpled up paper and a trash can, when he lost to Mr. G he made the same kind of sounds half the class was making that day. How unfortunate...
Anyway, I don't really get finals. It doesn't make any logical sense to do so much work at once. When in the real world will I only have two hours to do 6 pages of physics? The only scenario I can think of is if there's a fucking asteroid on a collision course with earth and I'm trapped in a room with the world's only death-ray, so I have to do the dirty work.
And most finals defeat the purposes of tests, because they're so huge that they don't test what you learned, but rather your ability to cram an entire semester into your short term memory. Again, I don't really want a job where I need to do that kind of stuff. I'll bring fucking notecards to my presentation....
January 04, 2006
I've had it with teachers.
What we do in school has no actual value, yet they aren't flexible about going outside the guidelines, they time us, test us, and grade us unreasonably.
I'm tired of doing the same assignment over and over again. It's the same assignment I was introduced to in 4th grade and the same assignment I've been asked to do every grade through my final year in high school. This is every assignment. School has taught me not to look for a career pushing paper all day, I'd kill myself before that.
No, these assignments aren't of the utmost importance. They're not going to do anything except be looked at and graded by a person most students couldn't give less of a shit about anyway. Stop pretending that these essays are worth anything more than they are. All we do in school is practice, and the more we forget that, the more I wonder what I'm expected to be capable of. And from the looks of it, I don't want to be. I don't want to live a life where I'll be subjected to the kind of stress I'm being prepared for.
We learn to be prepared for life, but it really preoccupies us as the best part of our lives slip away, and we are left looking at the future as if it should be the pinnacle of our existence, but it never really is.
January 03, 2006
Cooks find image of Jesus
http://www.local6.com/news/5623372/detail.html
These things never look like jesus. They look more like old granny vaginas, not that I would know.
http://www.democratandchronicle.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20051026/NEWS01/510260329/1002/NEWS
Well? Where the hell is it? I think the image appears only to believers, because they're dumb enough to think it's there.
http://tecfa.unige.ch/~nova/img/jesustoast.png
Ok, let's get this straight... The pan was used to heat nacho cheese, and jesus appeared. The toast has a delicious grilled cheese center, and mary appeared.
It seems religious icons really like hanging out in melted cheese.