Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Tell Me Why
No, this isn't an ode dedicated to any member of the Backstreet Boys, but rather the evolution of things students can and will get away with as the education level rises. And yes, this is going to be in delicious list style.
1) Preschool. Here you can do pretty much whatever you want, and usually it involves you and another infantile victim. Stealing toys away instead of sharing, throwing sand all over the floor and into people's faces from that cool sand-water box thing, and the typical kicking and screaming. Oh, and I mustn't forget the occasional swapping of naughty, secret words the grown-ups in our life have shared. Much like candy i suppose. And it's not like the higher-educations where you get a detention or a paper yellow triangle on the corner of your desk (fuck you, Mr. Brockway!); no, it's actually a game--push the limits of patience of those sorry supervisors without breaking them. My mom knows this game all too well.
2) Kindergarten. Much the same premise, except you actually have to do work in order to advance so there is an incentive to limit your tyranny. A horrible, welcome-to-reality incentive. And the sitting! I believe it is at this time where the government starts passing out amphetamines (much like candy I suppose) to those little tykes who just can't sit still, or in my case can't stop standing on his desk. I miss preschool so much.
3) Elementary School. By now they expect you to know how to act like a person, but the problem is no one knows what that means. If our moms can act one way and that kid humping the tree on the playground another and those really tall kids hanging around the dumpster smoking joints yet another...might as well give up trying to learn on your own. So you revert back to kindergarten and leave it up to the teachers. If that doesn't work? Brace yourself for the looming walk to the principal's office. Despite the 'pal' part of his name he is definitely not your friend, and unlike the nice doctors he does not pass out candy--but you have no choice but to hang onto every single word he says. Count yourself lucky if you can breathe long enough to see your way back out of that big oak door.
4) I'm skipping middle school and high school for the time being. I'll include it when I update it later. Read on and you'll find out why.
5) College. Just like the prices of whatever drug predilection you have, the level of possible skulking varies from region to population to teachers (region to ghetto to drug dealer). My prior college, James Madison University, will have teachers breathing down your neck in the smaller classes, but once you start increasing the population almost anything goes. The laptops come out, the phones never get a rest, and at one point I saw two people throw a foam football around the lecture room--i believe they were twenty or so feet apart.
But at the community college level? Well, where do you think I'm typing this? I figured a class as complex as Fluid Mechanics and Hydraulics would chew you out for anything out of line, particularly for blatant laptop use, but then I remember that I'm in a school that precedes the word "community" and I stop wondering. I don't even think it's possible to see the principal: do we even have one? Things I still don't know despite having gone to college for almost a year and a half.
1) Preschool. Here you can do pretty much whatever you want, and usually it involves you and another infantile victim. Stealing toys away instead of sharing, throwing sand all over the floor and into people's faces from that cool sand-water box thing, and the typical kicking and screaming. Oh, and I mustn't forget the occasional swapping of naughty, secret words the grown-ups in our life have shared. Much like candy i suppose. And it's not like the higher-educations where you get a detention or a paper yellow triangle on the corner of your desk (fuck you, Mr. Brockway!); no, it's actually a game--push the limits of patience of those sorry supervisors without breaking them. My mom knows this game all too well.
2) Kindergarten. Much the same premise, except you actually have to do work in order to advance so there is an incentive to limit your tyranny. A horrible, welcome-to-reality incentive. And the sitting! I believe it is at this time where the government starts passing out amphetamines (much like candy I suppose) to those little tykes who just can't sit still, or in my case can't stop standing on his desk. I miss preschool so much.
3) Elementary School. By now they expect you to know how to act like a person, but the problem is no one knows what that means. If our moms can act one way and that kid humping the tree on the playground another and those really tall kids hanging around the dumpster smoking joints yet another...might as well give up trying to learn on your own. So you revert back to kindergarten and leave it up to the teachers. If that doesn't work? Brace yourself for the looming walk to the principal's office. Despite the 'pal' part of his name he is definitely not your friend, and unlike the nice doctors he does not pass out candy--but you have no choice but to hang onto every single word he says. Count yourself lucky if you can breathe long enough to see your way back out of that big oak door.
4) I'm skipping middle school and high school for the time being. I'll include it when I update it later. Read on and you'll find out why.
5) College. Just like the prices of whatever drug predilection you have, the level of possible skulking varies from region to population to teachers (region to ghetto to drug dealer). My prior college, James Madison University, will have teachers breathing down your neck in the smaller classes, but once you start increasing the population almost anything goes. The laptops come out, the phones never get a rest, and at one point I saw two people throw a foam football around the lecture room--i believe they were twenty or so feet apart.
But at the community college level? Well, where do you think I'm typing this? I figured a class as complex as Fluid Mechanics and Hydraulics would chew you out for anything out of line, particularly for blatant laptop use, but then I remember that I'm in a school that precedes the word "community" and I stop wondering. I don't even think it's possible to see the principal: do we even have one? Things I still don't know despite having gone to college for almost a year and a half.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Close Encounters Of The First Blog
So, here’s my first blog ever; I guess you could call it an event. I don’t have much to say really—cold feet, you could say.
So, you need to know a bit about me, right? Well, I’m not really sure If i have a medical problem but I’m pretty sure I’m borderline schizophrenic. But as of late I haven’t really gotten out much. Factors such as my ex-girlfriend, personal post-flunking out of college struggle and my never-ending depression haven’t particularly jumped my enthusiasm. As such no, I have not been able to pick myself up and become one of these “people” that our world is inhabited by. Though I wouldn’t know, really…it has always appeared that I just cannot put my actual personal self into perspective ever. Oh yeah, I’m ADHD, shaken with partial Autism and topped off with parents I don’t think I will ever understand. So seriously, take that to whatever extreme that little man-judge in your head carries you. However, if you are one of those who are ignorant to such things—you know who you are, please don’t go into that denial shit—then please, do everyone a favor and go do some Google searches. We’re people too.
Not that I ever patronize people, excluding myself—remember how I told you I can’t classify myself as a people? Honestly, half of my time is spent criticizing myself and the other half is spent reveling in the sweet results of his critical bouts; this actually ties in to one of my theories on the amygdala and the split-brain phenomena. What? Really though, I’m one of those guys who got a bit obsessed with certain chemicals in college and decided to go on a noble journey to figure out how to truly perceive the world and eventually be the one to save it and so got so embedded in neuroscience and psychology and Buddhism that he couldn’t let himself find a reason to hate anyone—even himself—because he always has a reason to accept everything any one does even if that reason is all people are treated as equally worthy of living.
E-mail me if you want more droning phrases wrought with timeless wisdom.
So as you gathered, I’m out on a great mission. Through all of my thinking and theories many teachers and others have referred to my apparent brilliance which I, shrugging off pride with abashment, have used purely to motivate my self and my thoughts, producing more apparent brilliance. It’s like the Circular Flow of Goods and Services, for those of you who know anything about economics. I’m not finding a whole lot here at the local community college but that doesn’t mean I have given up looking. So far a really cool psychology professor and a lot of people who don’t know what they’re doing here are all I’ve found. I’m mainly using this as an opportunity to get my feet on the solid, sane surface of Earth with definite plan to leapfrog over to another University—despite being a community college there is a bounty of transfer programs to nearly any school in the state. Where is my college, precisely? Lynchburg, Virginia, U.S. of A.—my current area of residence. But not for too much longer—I have a forest to move into and a whole lot of thinking and truths to settle and set into motion.
Okay, three body paragraphs isn’t bad. I’m glad I finally started blogging—I had wanted to do it during college last year but couldn’t get around to it. My second attempt I realized that it wasn’t as difficult as I imagined it. So seriously, if anyone here has an interest in blogging, a burden of angst they need to regurgitate or just plain enjoys writing I encourage you to try it, if only for a post or two. I’m sure some of you might be surprised how loud your voice resounds among the internet. Really—what have you got to lose?
So, you need to know a bit about me, right? Well, I’m not really sure If i have a medical problem but I’m pretty sure I’m borderline schizophrenic. But as of late I haven’t really gotten out much. Factors such as my ex-girlfriend, personal post-flunking out of college struggle and my never-ending depression haven’t particularly jumped my enthusiasm. As such no, I have not been able to pick myself up and become one of these “people” that our world is inhabited by. Though I wouldn’t know, really…it has always appeared that I just cannot put my actual personal self into perspective ever. Oh yeah, I’m ADHD, shaken with partial Autism and topped off with parents I don’t think I will ever understand. So seriously, take that to whatever extreme that little man-judge in your head carries you. However, if you are one of those who are ignorant to such things—you know who you are, please don’t go into that denial shit—then please, do everyone a favor and go do some Google searches. We’re people too.
Not that I ever patronize people, excluding myself—remember how I told you I can’t classify myself as a people? Honestly, half of my time is spent criticizing myself and the other half is spent reveling in the sweet results of his critical bouts; this actually ties in to one of my theories on the amygdala and the split-brain phenomena. What? Really though, I’m one of those guys who got a bit obsessed with certain chemicals in college and decided to go on a noble journey to figure out how to truly perceive the world and eventually be the one to save it and so got so embedded in neuroscience and psychology and Buddhism that he couldn’t let himself find a reason to hate anyone—even himself—because he always has a reason to accept everything any one does even if that reason is all people are treated as equally worthy of living.
E-mail me if you want more droning phrases wrought with timeless wisdom.
So as you gathered, I’m out on a great mission. Through all of my thinking and theories many teachers and others have referred to my apparent brilliance which I, shrugging off pride with abashment, have used purely to motivate my self and my thoughts, producing more apparent brilliance. It’s like the Circular Flow of Goods and Services, for those of you who know anything about economics. I’m not finding a whole lot here at the local community college but that doesn’t mean I have given up looking. So far a really cool psychology professor and a lot of people who don’t know what they’re doing here are all I’ve found. I’m mainly using this as an opportunity to get my feet on the solid, sane surface of Earth with definite plan to leapfrog over to another University—despite being a community college there is a bounty of transfer programs to nearly any school in the state. Where is my college, precisely? Lynchburg, Virginia, U.S. of A.—my current area of residence. But not for too much longer—I have a forest to move into and a whole lot of thinking and truths to settle and set into motion.
Okay, three body paragraphs isn’t bad. I’m glad I finally started blogging—I had wanted to do it during college last year but couldn’t get around to it. My second attempt I realized that it wasn’t as difficult as I imagined it. So seriously, if anyone here has an interest in blogging, a burden of angst they need to regurgitate or just plain enjoys writing I encourage you to try it, if only for a post or two. I’m sure some of you might be surprised how loud your voice resounds among the internet. Really—what have you got to lose?
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