It's not poetry, I swear.
It's been forever, my apologies. Last blog was a little less than good, we'll see if we can scrape up something good from the bottom of the barrel now. Instead of whatever else you might have got to hear about, you get to hear about politics tonight. w00tah.
Political Grief #1: Standardized Tests.
I personally love tests. I look forward to test days at school. I like them because they're alot easier and require less work than normal school days. On a test day it's just me and that paper. It's not me trying to listen and take notes, it's not me trying to stay awake during a video, it's not me trying to help somebody else with their assignment. It's just me, showing what I know. Seeing how good I can do, seeing what I've learned. Just me, on my own, the way I like it during school.
Those are normal test days, the ones where you take that chemistry test that the teacher wrote. The dreaded test days are the ever beloved CRT tests, the UBSCT, and whatever other horrific acronym you can make up. These aren't written by your teachers, they're written by people that live at the state education offices. They sleep underneath their desks, and don't ever go outside. They're living off of catered food that nobody quite knows where it comes from. It's questionable, but since they don't have any contact with the outside world, they accept it. When they're done writing their ridiculous tests, they slip them under the door one by one, and the magical test fairy picks them up and distributes them. Nobody quite knows what these test writers look like, they havent been seen for years and years. They're a mystery, as are their tests.
The problem with these tests is that you can't exactly gauge knowledge by taking a test. Despite how lame I think the excuse is, some people are just crappy test takers. Some people have crappy teachers, some people's teachers are really good, but they taught them alot of stuff that wasn't on the test. Blah blah blah, the list goes on. Anyways, what I really want to talk about is the English tests. We took a practice one in English. Good crap.
"Which prereading activity would be most beneficial to a reader before reading this book?"
And then they give you 4 choices. What the smack? Every reader is different right? That's like asking "Which haircolor would be best to have if you're trying to impress this random guy Hernando?" Depends on who the heck Hernando is, and what type of hair he likes! Maybe he likes bald girls, some guys are like that. Maybe I learn really really well by doing hands on crap. Maybe it'd be best for me to go out and try to build a sled first, so I can understand the process. Maybe Levi would do better if he read a book about dograces. Maybe Kyle would do good if he took a course in English so he could read, since he only speaks Swahili!
The problem with English tests is that literature isn't uniform. It means something else to every person. It's up for interpretation, which is why it's good. Wanna know why computers can't talk to us yet? It's because there is no uniform format. You don't have to start a sentence with a noun, you can start it with an interjection for as much as I care. I can write a book about computer dust. I can write it all in lower case letters, and some jerk would probably still buy it. I don't have to follow your rules to write well! heck, I don't even have to follow your rules to write good.
Dr. Suess is considered by me to be one of the best authors ever. He broke ALL the rules. His books mean something to children and adults alike all over the world. Shove that in your pipe and smoke it you test writing monsters. There's no right place to put the comma, you decide. Some people may like it, some people may hate it. Oh well, its not your place to tell me how to write.
Wheee, that was fun.
Political Grief #2: Politcal Correctness.
Merry Christmas. Let the flames begin.
Everybody likes to get in on this argument. No matter what religion or faith you are, you're bound to get mad if somebody mentions anything and there is snow outside. If you say Happy Holidays, the rightwing nutjobs condemn you for not mentioning Christmas. If you say Merry Christmas, the ACLU bombs your mailbox for mentioning religion within the US borders. If you forget Kwanzaa, you're put on trial for hate crimes against African Americans.
You know what, I don't care. If Target wants to have a holiday sale, let them go for it. if Shopko wants to have Christmas sale, I'll probably end up going there. If Walmart wants to have a "I- think-Christopher-Thatcher-sucks-big-time-and-his-religion-is-crap-and-he's-not-gonna-ammount-t o-anything-and-he-ought-to-just-commit-suicide" sale, if they've got good deals, I'm gonna go shop there.
Give it a rest people. Maybe the Constitution really does say that its innappropriate for ANYBODY to mention any sort of religion during the winter, or maybe you're all a bunch of losers. Who cares? You forget to mention Christmas in your holiday card, oh well. I'm going to worship the way that I want, not the way your "holiday" card tells me to. Does it impact me? Not in the least. I celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ during Christmas, but if Shopko doesn't, that doesn't mean I'm not gonna shop there.
Go ahead and hold your Christopher-Sucks sales. You get me a good store that sells the things I want, and if their proceeds go to funding assasination attempts on myself, oh well, I like their product. Political Correctness goes too far. I can't walk down the street without getting faced with it. What happened to the days when people were free to do what they wanted without fear of ACLU bombings? You wanna say happy hannukah, go for it. You wanna say Merry Christmas, more power to you.
Grief #3 - The apparent lack of a third grief to write about.
I planned on having a third topic to write about, I really did. Now I don't have anything to write about. G'night.
Political Grief #1: Standardized Tests.
I personally love tests. I look forward to test days at school. I like them because they're alot easier and require less work than normal school days. On a test day it's just me and that paper. It's not me trying to listen and take notes, it's not me trying to stay awake during a video, it's not me trying to help somebody else with their assignment. It's just me, showing what I know. Seeing how good I can do, seeing what I've learned. Just me, on my own, the way I like it during school.
Those are normal test days, the ones where you take that chemistry test that the teacher wrote. The dreaded test days are the ever beloved CRT tests, the UBSCT, and whatever other horrific acronym you can make up. These aren't written by your teachers, they're written by people that live at the state education offices. They sleep underneath their desks, and don't ever go outside. They're living off of catered food that nobody quite knows where it comes from. It's questionable, but since they don't have any contact with the outside world, they accept it. When they're done writing their ridiculous tests, they slip them under the door one by one, and the magical test fairy picks them up and distributes them. Nobody quite knows what these test writers look like, they havent been seen for years and years. They're a mystery, as are their tests.
The problem with these tests is that you can't exactly gauge knowledge by taking a test. Despite how lame I think the excuse is, some people are just crappy test takers. Some people have crappy teachers, some people's teachers are really good, but they taught them alot of stuff that wasn't on the test. Blah blah blah, the list goes on. Anyways, what I really want to talk about is the English tests. We took a practice one in English. Good crap.
"Which prereading activity would be most beneficial to a reader before reading this book?"
And then they give you 4 choices. What the smack? Every reader is different right? That's like asking "Which haircolor would be best to have if you're trying to impress this random guy Hernando?" Depends on who the heck Hernando is, and what type of hair he likes! Maybe he likes bald girls, some guys are like that. Maybe I learn really really well by doing hands on crap. Maybe it'd be best for me to go out and try to build a sled first, so I can understand the process. Maybe Levi would do better if he read a book about dograces. Maybe Kyle would do good if he took a course in English so he could read, since he only speaks Swahili!
The problem with English tests is that literature isn't uniform. It means something else to every person. It's up for interpretation, which is why it's good. Wanna know why computers can't talk to us yet? It's because there is no uniform format. You don't have to start a sentence with a noun, you can start it with an interjection for as much as I care. I can write a book about computer dust. I can write it all in lower case letters, and some jerk would probably still buy it. I don't have to follow your rules to write well! heck, I don't even have to follow your rules to write good.
Dr. Suess is considered by me to be one of the best authors ever. He broke ALL the rules. His books mean something to children and adults alike all over the world. Shove that in your pipe and smoke it you test writing monsters. There's no right place to put the comma, you decide. Some people may like it, some people may hate it. Oh well, its not your place to tell me how to write.
Wheee, that was fun.
Political Grief #2: Politcal Correctness.
Merry Christmas. Let the flames begin.
Everybody likes to get in on this argument. No matter what religion or faith you are, you're bound to get mad if somebody mentions anything and there is snow outside. If you say Happy Holidays, the rightwing nutjobs condemn you for not mentioning Christmas. If you say Merry Christmas, the ACLU bombs your mailbox for mentioning religion within the US borders. If you forget Kwanzaa, you're put on trial for hate crimes against African Americans.
You know what, I don't care. If Target wants to have a holiday sale, let them go for it. if Shopko wants to have Christmas sale, I'll probably end up going there. If Walmart wants to have a "I- think-Christopher-Thatcher-sucks-big-time-and-his-religion-is-crap-and-he's-not-gonna-ammount-t o-anything-and-he-ought-to-just-commit-suicide" sale, if they've got good deals, I'm gonna go shop there.
Give it a rest people. Maybe the Constitution really does say that its innappropriate for ANYBODY to mention any sort of religion during the winter, or maybe you're all a bunch of losers. Who cares? You forget to mention Christmas in your holiday card, oh well. I'm going to worship the way that I want, not the way your "holiday" card tells me to. Does it impact me? Not in the least. I celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ during Christmas, but if Shopko doesn't, that doesn't mean I'm not gonna shop there.
Go ahead and hold your Christopher-Sucks sales. You get me a good store that sells the things I want, and if their proceeds go to funding assasination attempts on myself, oh well, I like their product. Political Correctness goes too far. I can't walk down the street without getting faced with it. What happened to the days when people were free to do what they wanted without fear of ACLU bombings? You wanna say happy hannukah, go for it. You wanna say Merry Christmas, more power to you.
Grief #3 - The apparent lack of a third grief to write about.
I planned on having a third topic to write about, I really did. Now I don't have anything to write about. G'night.
posted by CJThatcher at 8:08 PM
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