Thursday, May 06, 2004

I just found this in the dusty way-back of this blog, but it's so good I think it deserves a re-posting.

I'm fourteen again, the whole world is new, I'm scared out of my skin and timidly loving every minute of it.

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

This STAR testing has my left eyebrow locked in the "up" position.

This is how I see it. They take us when we're four or five years old, put us in intellectual shackles for ten years, do their best to strip us of our individuality and break us down into drooling automatons and then come to us to help them jockey their way up the financial ladder. They themselves have even declared it: the only purpose of this three-week-long test is to strengthen their status in the school system's hierarchy so that they can get more money to throw away.

The ball is now in our court. Most people seem to want to pass it right back.

If the test actually affected us in any significant way, they wouldn't have to try to intimidate us into doing well; if it influenced our college applications, we'd march in lines for them. They showed their cards when they sent office goons to every classroom to try to scare us into trying.

My advice is this: don't intentionally do poorly on the test, but just don't give a shit if you have to spend five minutes working through one algebra problem.

Schools function like a pack of buzzards grappling for the few scraps of monetary carrion our rotting carcass of a school district still has clinging to its bones. Some bureaucrat idiot up in Sacramento grinds the organ and all the monkeys dance.

The largest share of educational funding goes directly into the pockets of suits who have no purpose but to sit at their desks and throw leftovers to local administrators who then use their minimal resources to do stupid things like re-carpeting the main office and planting flowers in front of the school (a new goal proposed by Forcier).

It's not like you can just throw money at a problem until it goes away, either. The whole "compulsory education" idea is a travesty anyway, but that's a whole other can of illiterate worms.

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

I'm considering cutting my ties to the media machine entirely, if maybe only for a couple months, isolate myself completely just because I can. No internet, no AIM, no Diablo 2 and certainly no DAMN television.

I've gotten too complacent. Not self-righteous enough anymore.

I like letting parameters slip into place and then breaking them.

Take some aspect of your life you think you can't exist without, and then exist without it.

Sunday, May 02, 2004

I was sitting on a bench in front of my driveway watching the sun disappear. I was there for half an hour before my neighbor Bradyn pulled up in her Explorexcuradventure with her little brother in the passenger seat, rolled down the window and demanded to know what I was doing.

The message was clear. Any action we take must, MUST be some means to an end, we must ALWAYS, AAAAALLLLLWWWWAAAAAYYYSSS be doing something productive and logical. If something doesn't fit into the standard equation of daily, monotonous, routine life, it must be questioned, scrutinized and avoided.

"I am sitting on a bench."


I stared at them for a good while before walking over and climbing through the passenger window onto the dashboard.

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