I was very happy as a child, but I wasn't happy as a teenager. By the time I graduated from school, I also loathed it. At the graduation day, I stood in the middle of the schoolyard and burned my diplomaOriginally posted by fable:
<STRONG>Graduation. I loathed school.
Oh, the sense of freedom and joy LOL, good for you! I had to put up with many teachers who constantly reprimanded and punished me for simply thinking. One teacher gave me a poor grade because he said I was overqualified for the class. (Just try to figure that one out.) Another asked me once why I was staring into space, and I replied that I had finished the test. He then made me retake the test, to consume the rest of the class time. A third gave me a failing grade because I disagreed with Descartes' famous axiom. A fourth lowered my grade because he said my writing style, though very good, wasn't mass market enough, and that he had to get me to change it now.Originally posted by C Elegans:
<STRONG>I was very happy as a child, but I wasn't happy as a teenager. By the time I graduated from school, I also loathed it. At the graduation day, I stood in the middle of the schoolyard and burned my diploma
Originally posted by fable:
<STRONG>LOL, good for you! I had to put up with many teachers who constantly reprimanded and punished me for simply thinking. One teacher gave me a poor grade because he said I was overqualified for the class. (Just try to figure that one out.) Another asked me once why I was staring into space, and I replied that I had finished the test. He then made me retake the test, to consume the rest of the class time. A third gave me a failing grade because I disagreed with Descartes' famous axiom. A fourth lowered my grade because he said my writing style, though very good, wasn't mass market enough, and that he had to get me to change it now.</STRONG>
I recognize your story from many of my friends and fellow students and colleagues. Initiative and independent thinking are frequently not only ignored, but actually punished in Western schools. (I'm not sure what it's like in other parts of the world.)
I was always very happy when around my Uncle. He, too, was an artist. He and I were always very very close. One of, if not the saddest day of my life, was Oct. 3rd, 1996 when, at about 9AM, I found out he had died at 8:30AM. The 'freaky' thing in this, showing how close we were, is that when he died, I felt that it had happened. I wasn't sure what had happened, but I knew something had happened. I felt it in my heart. 30 minutes later, my dad arrived at my school and picked me up so me, him, and my mom could leave and go to Dallas where my Uncle had lived. Though saddened by losing him, it was also a happy day for me. My Uncle had AIDs and had been suffering for a couple months from a cancer that is caused by AIDs. I felt happy when he died because I knew he was no longer suffering. I knew that he is now in Heaven with God and now knows eternal joy and peace. You can state your opinions all you want about your belief that God doesn't exist, just expect intense flames if it is in anyway responding to this(meaning it's best to keep those statements out of this topic altogether).Originally posted by C Elegans:
<STRONG>I was very happy when my paternal grandfather taught me to paint (he was an artist). I made my first oil on canvas when I was 4 - it's not exactly a masterpiece
Actually, I was happy whenever I was with him, he was a very imaginative person and always came up with a lot of funny ideas
I've had many of the same problems in school. I often would speak up to correct grammar mistakes, math mistakes, etc(depending on the class) that the teacher made. I've only had one teacher, an English(grammar/spelling/etc) teacher, that didn't get mad at me for it. He was also the teacher I had the one time I was wrong. The boy behind me insulted me, saying something like "Of course you're wrong, idiot." Mr. Ivy(my English teacher) heard him and reprimanded him and even said, "Miss Hotaru is better at English than anyone else in this class, especially you." There was another time when we had a sub in that class. We were also going to have that sub in that class the next week. The sub wrongfully punished me(even sent me to the Principle's office) for something that aforementioned kid was doing. I told Mr. Ivy and he fired that sub because of the way he treated me. *sigh* Too bad all teachers ain't be like him. Not only was he the kindest teacher I've ever had, he was the also the hottest teacher I've ever had.Originally posted by Aegis:
<STRONG>@Fable & CE: I'm currently going through the same thing you two experianced with your schooling. I have gotten in trouble so many times for speaking my mind, expressing my veiws, and talking about very controversial things. I have marks deducted because I was "not acting withen school parametres". In other words, I was trying to be myself. I have gotten in trouble because I was wearing sunglasses on the back of my head (I have no case for them, and it's easier then leaving them in my locker) because it wasn't part of the school uniform, eyt for somereason watches necklaces and other such nic-naks are. It's funny, the more you want to be unique, and different, the more a school want's you to conform and be like everybody else.. Kind've sucks.</STRONG>
Sucks sweat from dead mens' toes, as on of friends usually says. (It sound funnier in Swedish.)Originally posted by Aegis:
<STRONG>@Fable & CE: I'm currently going through the same thing you two experianced with your schooling. I have gotten in trouble so many times for speaking my mind, expressing my veiws, and talking about very controversial things. I have marks deducted because I was "not acting withen school parametres". In other words, I was trying to be myself. I have gotten in trouble because I was wearing sunglasses on the back of my head (I have no case for them, and it's easier then leaving them in my locker) because it wasn't part of the school uniform, eyt for somereason watches necklaces and other such nic-naks are. It's funny, the more you want to be unique, and different, the more a school want's you to conform and be like everybody else.. Kind've sucks.</STRONG>
Originally posted by C Elegans:
<STRONG>Sucks sweat from dead mens' toes, as on of friends usually says. (It sound funnier in Swedish.)
Sometimes I wonder whether the primary function of school is gaining knowledge or being shaped into a conform, nicely adapted production unit.
Aegis, I recognize this crap very well from my own time in school. My solution to the problem was to always make home assignments, tests and exams extremely well, and then the teachers had no other choice than giving me high marks.
If you plan to go on to university, which I hope you do, it's getting better once there. Independent thinking and individuality get more accepted the higher the education is. And at the highest levels, independent thinking is a must.
You can also do what I did - check out the possibilities to skip school and take the necessary exams for higher education as a "privatist". I don't know about Canada, but in Sweden, you can take oral and written exams too prove you have the required knowledge in a certain topic.</STRONG>
Originally posted by Aegis:
<STRONG>It seems everything thing these days, that is run by the Gov't, is just to get the younger gen. to conform and become a model person... what a load of crap... Fight the power!
That's what I did. At the end of 10th grade, I dropped out of High School and took my GED(General Education Diploma) test, passed, got my GED, and went straight to college, thus skipping the 11th and 12th grades. It was a real culture shock, though, because I had homeschooled for 8th, 9th, and 10th grades.Originally posted by C Elegans:
<STRONG>You can also do what I did - check out the possibilities to skip school and take the necessary exams for higher education as a "privatist". I don't know about Canada, but in Sweden, you can take oral and written exams too prove you have the required knowledge in a certain topic.</STRONG>
Hey, is that the long arm of the law?Originally posted by Darkpoet:
<STRONG>What do you want, a long arm or a short one?
