boredjm's Xanga Site

Weblog

Thursday, May 15, 2008

BAD SCHOOL!

All of this week, I've been assisting friends and piers in writing their research papers in order to pass English 4, a graduation requirement.

All these years, I've considered myself to be a poor writer. It seemed so. I was never the kid who got the highest grade on a paper. Well... except twice... but that's not important. Anyway... my point is that it is so surprising how unprepared people are for their futures.

In the second grade, I learned the differences between different types of words. There were your action words - verbs, describing words - adjectives, and person/place/thing words - nouns. Add in adverbs and articles and you're pretty set, right?

Stylistically speaking, I think I'm the worse writer I know. I mean, I manage to pass all the standardized national tests etc. AP English blah blah... but so do A LOT of people.

You'd think... that other students, 18-year-olds, would be able to string sentences together to form ideas. They stopped having spelling tests when I ended the 5th grade. I was writing 5+ page stories by the time I was done with the 3rd grade. I was doing Algebra in middle school. Yet, I have friends in high school, who write sentences fragments... paragraphs consisting of only simple sentences... don't know what MLA is... ask me what a "Work Cited" page is...

It's a nightmare, but it makes sense, because people complain about the California high school exit exams. It's the easiest standardized test I've ever taken, and I know people who've failed in consistently for the last two years. Hopefully they pass this year, but...

I know people who are failing Algebra. Well, it's not just algebra, the class is split into two years for some students. Algebra A and Algebra B. You take two years to learn Algebra. How hard could it be?

California has the 49th worst educational system in the United States, and our "Governator" plans to cut even more money from an institution already struggling.

I hate to say this, but if we allowed natural selection to do it's job, I think this problem would have solved itself. I'm not insinuating that we should start a genocide on stupid people, but I think something needs to be done. It's ridiculous. Have you ever had an 18-year-old person ask you if they could use "This paper is about" in their research papers? "Can I use 'I' in my research paper?"

I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but come on.
Do you believe that teenage mothers can still be successful at life? Why or why not?

I believe it can be done, but it is much more difficult.

It's still best to avoid having children as teenagers... or even in your early twenties.

Yikes.
I just answered this Featured Question, you can answer it too!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

In your opinion who is the greatest actor of all time?

I think Marlon Brando kicked ass. His movies are classic! I still can't believe he's dead.

I just answered this Featured Question, you can answer it too!

Monday, May 12, 2008

Currently Listening
Wicked (2003 Original Broadway Cast)
By Stephen Schwartz, Kristin Chenoweth, Idina Menzel
see related
Delegating Responsibilities

I've noticed that a lot of people are whiners.

I appointed my VP to run the meeting a few weeks ago, and she left me a nasty email saying that it was completely unfair to delegate the meeting to her without giving her warning.

In my head... I'm thinking: She ran for VP to take responsibility whenever necessary. It wouldn't matter if I did not give her a day's notice before hand that she would run the meeting. Not only this, but I gave notice a week ahead of time that a meeting was coming up. So... did I do something wrong? Is she not to assume responsibility at a moment's notice? Also... how hard is it to run a half-hour meeting? How hard is that? Whiners.... ahhh...

Another time I delegated power to the Treasurer to go to a meeting and sign up our clubs for drinks sales. Before I emailed him saying he would do it, I thought to myself... the Treasurer should be in charge of managing all fundraisers. He's going to the sign up meeting anyway, it wont be a big deal. Who cares?

Nasty email.

"WTF! You don't give me warning in advance? [BTW, this email was also a week in advance and he was already going to this meeting anyway.] This is ridiculous. I'm going for tennis, but how could you simply appoint me to this. I'm guessing we're selling soda, even though we never discussed it." [But, OH we discussed this at the last meeting! aj;dfkjad;lfkja;sdlj I guess he was not paying any attention.]

So... what do I do? I ignore it, and let it go. Then I let it fester in my mind, and then write about it on my Xanga. This is what happens. I hate my job. It's so unrewarding. Jessica Mac was right. Sooooooooo right.

Oh well, it's over.

Soooo ironic. I'm whining about whiners. I'm such a hypocrite.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Bleh

It's mother's day.

I baked my mom a cake.

I should have used piping, but maybe next time.

I'm supposed to be at a party.

Yippeeeee!

I'm supposed to be decoration baskets.

But I am not.

I have an exam tomorrow.

I'm not prepared.

This bites.

Anyway....

Yeah...

LET'S GO TO A DODGERS GAME!

I'm so in.

Class tomorrow...

I hate cats. Well... technically, I don't. I just hate Hello Kitty.