At the risk of appearing close-minded, let me ask this question: why do people NEED alcohol to be more social?
No, you know what? Nevermind. Don't answer that. Because nothing anyone says can make me understand.
I just can't fathom why someone with an awesome personality would want to damage brain cells so they can look like an idiot in front of a bunch of other idiots. If you're social enough without the junk, you don't need a boost. And if your associates think you need a boost, perhaps you should find other people to associate with-- ones who appreciate you without alcohol.
I just had to get that off my chest.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Please Help Me Understand...
What Do You Want??!
In a random act of boredom, I typed in a professor's name on RateMyProfessors.com. The professor's average quality overall was a 2.9 (out of 5, I'm assuming). After looking through all of the posts (having to force myself to take them seriously because most of them had significant spelling errors), I found varying reasons for this rating. Some said the professor was late often, some said tests weren't returned on time, and others said that they were made to feel inferior to this professor. But the consensus for the low rating was that the professor "always asked questions and never taught us anything".
I don't know if it was the EDM class I took previously, where the concept of self-teaching was engraved in my brain, but I'm pretty sure that asking questions is a form of teaching. Asking questions-- asking the RIGHT questions-- can eventually lead a person to the answer they're looking for.
I'm guessing what the students want from the professor is an easy "A"-- the professor should just read to them and tell them what the answers are, not allowing them to think for themselves and form their own opinion (and it's kind of apparent that they don't have an opinion of their own considering their complaints are the same...). If that's the case, then here is what I want to know from the students: why are you in college? You had to expect that you'd be researching and using your own thought process to figure out stuff for yourself. Yeah, it's tedious at times, but that's what you're here for, right? That's what you're working towards in your future, right? I mean, if it was that easy, to get answers to everything we wanted to know, we wouldn't need to waste our time and money in this place, right? [Sorry, no answers will be provided for the previous questions.]
The point I'm trying to make is FIGURE STUFF OUT ON YOUR OWN! I guess it's a pet peeve of mine, but it bothers me, especially in the world of the Internet and Smart phones, that people insist on having everything handed to them. Unless the person giving you the information has some special resources you don't have access to, you are perfectly able to find out what YOU need to know.
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Saturday, February 5, 2011
I Remember
I remember the ignorance.
-Ignorance is bliss, as they say.
I remember the comments.
-"I'm sorry to her about what happened."
"Do you know if he's okay or not?"
I remember the confusion.
-"What? What are you talking about? What happened?
I remember the shock.
-"...you didn't know your boyfriend was shot last night?"
I remember the frenzy.
-"WHAT!! Don't play like that! What happened?! Where was he?! Who shot him?!"
-I text. no reply. I call. No answer.
I remember the worry.
I remember the tears.
I remember the frustration.
the anger.
the hate.
the heartache.
I remember that phone call.
-"I know I'm not there to comfort my queen. I should be there for you to ease your pain. I should be there to hold you and wipe your tears. Just know that I love you and that everything's gonna be okay."
I remember the relief.
the calm.
I remember the belief.
-Everything's gonna be okay.
-Ignorance is bliss, as they say.
I remember the comments.
-"I'm sorry to her about what happened."
"Do you know if he's okay or not?"
I remember the confusion.
-"What? What are you talking about? What happened?
I remember the shock.
-"...you didn't know your boyfriend was shot last night?"
I remember the frenzy.
-"WHAT!! Don't play like that! What happened?! Where was he?! Who shot him?!"
-I text. no reply. I call. No answer.
I remember the worry.
I remember the tears.
I remember the frustration.
the anger.
the hate.
the heartache.
I remember that phone call.
-"I know I'm not there to comfort my queen. I should be there for you to ease your pain. I should be there to hold you and wipe your tears. Just know that I love you and that everything's gonna be okay."
I remember the relief.
the calm.
I remember the belief.
-Everything's gonna be okay.
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