My name...isn't as important to me as much as my life is, or the people in it. Life is full of ups and downs, and i wouldn't want it any other way =). Sometimes its a horrible nightmare full of chaos and despair that it just won't seem to end. Other times it feels like a dream...so sweet, innocent, and fragile..you wouldn't dare stir an inch to let it escape. Everyday is like a new start with endless possibilities...i hope my blog distinguishes life in every possible way.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Philosophical Controversies
These essays have made me go crazy, but i managed to get three of them done. I don't understand what my philosophy professor would actually want or consider as being passable to him. First of all the old man is NOT a major in the subject, so he' s winging it. He's doing what Lois Griffin did when she was teaching piano to children. Always reading 2 chapters ahead before the students. I know i have told everyone about this, but his habit is "my way, or the highway". I know its supposed to be like that since he's the teacher, but his demands are too...perfectionist? He won't accept any definition to define a word unless its his own or the book's. He compared mine to "street talk". I only simplify the term, but i still use good verb tenses to describe it and it just gets crossed out with a red pen saying NO. Partial credit is given if i remember some of the definition's dictionary version. Maybe i should brainlessly memorize them so i could just write them out. No thoughts or ideas, just pure memorization. Its the only way i'll pass. A girl next to me could have gotten an "A" on her midterm, but all her points were taken off because of her poor spelling. She ended up with the same grade i got. I'll see what happens...i'm just going to study harder than i already was. I know i'm stubborn and i probably won't accept some things because they seem too crazy for me to handle. But i see this as a competition between power levels...i remember my struggle with Ms. Robinson's rules as well. She made us buy a book, re-write the sentences in them and highlight the words. It was freakin' pointless. WHY would you do such a thing? We bought the books so that we could WRITE in them. Her excuse was that it would prevent people from copying one another, and she didn't want to carry a whole library's worth of books to her car. I understood that, but why didn't she instead gave us the words to write sentences with and we could have all saved the trouble and our own pocket money from doing such a stupid thing? The old woman spent the whole class period babbling on and on about her life anyway...i didn't learn much. Insane people becoming teachers...by the way the old woman got fired after i graduated. How fortunate of the new seniors. Things will change in time.
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