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I may die tonight

Don't die yet.....we got there....

We have achieved mortality

You do have to finish that beer for it to count.

So...,to all of you......good morning......we had a good night in the face of obversity........I'm sad but don't really care......calk me an anorchist......LSU football had its moment but its passed us by.....we are in the mileau...of averagenesness... . I'm so average I can't even spell what we are

I will finish it and I will suffer tomorrow

He says the problem with teachers is
What’s a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life
was to become a teacher?
He reminds the other dinner guests that it’s true
what they say about teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.
I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the dinner guests
that it’s also true what they say about lawyers.
Because we’re eating, after all, and this is polite conversation.

I mean, you’re a teacher, Taylor.
Be honest. What do you make?

And I wish he hadn’t done that— asked me to be honest—
because, you see, I have this policy about honesty and arse-­-kicking:
if you ask for it, then I have to let you have it.
You want to know what I make?
I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional Medal of Honor
and an A-­- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time
with anything less than your very best.
I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won’t I let you go to the bathroom?
Because you’re bored.
And you don’t really have to go to the bathroom, do you?
I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
Hi. This is Mr. Mali. I hope I haven’t called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something your son said today.
To the biggest bully in the grade, he said,
“Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don’t you?
It’s no big deal.”
And that was noblest act of courage I have ever seen.
I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.

You want to know what I make? I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math
and hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you’ve got this,
then you follow this,
and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this.

Here, let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
Teachers make a goddamn difference! Now what about you?

Why I Hate School But Love Education
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SilenceDogood 6
4 years ago
I didnt do line breaks but I am 99.9% confident on lexicon.
I am using this poem and another Suli one as appendices for a paper, later on I will integrate these versions when I have time.
So you want to get a degree. Why?
Let me tell you what society will tell you:
It increases your chances of getting a job, provides you with an opportunity of being successful, your life will be a lot less stressful, education, is the key.
Now let me tell you what your parents will tell you: make me proud. It increases your chances of getting a job, provides you with an opportunity of being successful, your life will be a lot less stressful, education, is the key.
Now let’s look at the statistics:
Steve Jobs, net worth: seven billion, (R.I.P.). Richard Branson, net worth: four-point-two billion. Oprah Winfrey, net worth: two-point-seven billion, Mark Zuckerberg, Henry Ford, Steven Spielberg, Bill Gates, now here comes the coup-de-grace: Looking at these individuals, what’s your conclusion? Neither of them, in being successful, ever graduated from a higher learning
institution.
Now some of you will protest, like, you know moneys only the medium by which one measures worldly success. Some of you will even have the nerve to say: “I don’t do it for the money”. So what are you studying for, to work for a charity? Need more clarity? Let’s look at the statistics: Jesus, Mohammed (peace be upon him), Socrates, Malcolm X Mother Theresa, Spielberg, Shakespeare, Beethoven, Jesse Owens, Mohammed Ali, Shawn Carter, Michael Jeffrey Jordan, Michael Joseph Jackson, were either of these people unsuccessful, or, uneducated?
All I’m saying is that, if there were a family tree, hard work and education would be related, but school, would probably be a distant cousin. If education is the key, school is the lock. Because it rarely ever develops your mind to the point where it can perceive red as green, and continue to go when someone else said stop.
Because as long as you follow the rules and pass exams, you’re cool. But are you aware that examiners have a checklist? And if your answer is something is outside of the box the automatic response is a cross. And then they claim that school expands your horizons and your visions. Well, tell that to Malcolm X who dropped out of school and is world renowned for what he learned in a prison.
Proverbs 17:16 “It does a fool no good to spend money on an education.”
Why? Because he has no common sense. George Bush. Need I say more?
Education is about inspiring one’s mind, not just filling their head.
And take this from me, I’m an educated man myself who only came to this realization after countless nights in the library with a can of red bull keeping me awake til dawn and another can in the morn, falling asleep in between piles of books which probably equated to the same amount I had spent on my rent. Memorize equations, facts, and dates right down to the letter, half of which I’d never remember, and half of which I’d forget straight after the exam and before the start of the next semester, asking anyone if they had notes for the last lecture. I often found myself running to class, just so I could find a spot on which I could rest my head and fall asleep without making a scene. Ironic, because that’s the only time I ever spent in university chasing my dreams. And then after nights with a dead mind I then find myself in a queue of half-awake student zombies waiting to hand in an assignment, maybe that’s why they called it a deadline. And then after, three years of mental suppression and frustration, my, proud mother, didn’t even turn up to my graduation.
Now, I’m not saying that school is evil and there’s nothing to gain, all I’m saying is understand your motives and reassess your aims because if you want a job working for someone else then help yourself. But then that would be a contradiction because you wouldn’t really be helping yourself you’d be helping somebody else –there’s a saying which says “if you don’t build your dreams someone else will hire you to help build theirs”.
Redefine how you view education, understand its true meaning. Education is not just about regurgitating facts from a book on someone else’s opinion on a subject to pass an exam. Look at it. Picasso was educated in creating art. Shakespeare was educated in the art of all that was written. Colonel Harlan Sanders was educated in the art of creating Kentucky Fried Chicken.
I once saw David Beckham take a free kick. I watched as the side of his Adidas sponsored boot hit the patent leather of the ball at an angle which caused it to travel towards the skies as though it was destined for the heavens. And as it reached its peak of momentum as though it changed its mind it switched directions. I watched, as the goalkeeper froze, as though reciting to himself the laws of physics and as though his brain was negotiating with his eyes that it was indeed witnessing the spectacle of the leather swan that was swooping towards it, and then reacted, but only a fraction of a millisecond too late. And before the net of the goal embraced the Fifa sponsored ball as though it was the prodigal son returning home, and the country that I live in erupted into cheers, I looked at the play and thought, damn. Looking at David Beckham, there’s more than one way in this world to be an educated man.
Peace.

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