Idiosyncratic.: The school system

5/14/2010

The school system

it doesnt help one person to maximise their talents, and shine for who they are,
rather they make you conform, one of the rest,
they teach you things you don't enjoy, you aren't good at, and if you're not good enough - tough.
you're forced to know about things you'll forget as soon as you can, in fact a lot of things you learn in a classroom from a teacher will never be useful to you.

You're not special, you're one of 500.
You're just a source of income.
And even if you are special, they don't care.
You're still a source of income.
It is all an act.

social lessons, i grant are important, but they still force you to conform.
you have to fit in or you'll be picked on, and some people because of this, change.
why should they?

when you learn some subjects, first off they teach you facts.
you are not encouraged to question these, if you say a teacher is WRONG, they will deny it, and say you are wrong.
...but what if you aren't?

People who think individually are the ones who are going to make the new wondeful things in the future. But no one encourages individuality.

One day, they'll tell you all the facts you ever learned were wrong. Before they told you not to question it, and now, they change their mind. You have to know it all in detail, with theories, and ask questions about everything.
Exams test you for facts mainly, and technique. You just need a good memory.

If I had a school. I'd do it differently.

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Davies15 May 2010 at 13:01
if you ever get a school.. please call me and ill join.
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Anonymous16 May 2010 at 12:14
they're called facts for a reason... because they are indeed, just that... facts. -.-.

you babble such random crap on here and attempt to make it sound intelligent it's hilarious. if you actually reread what you've written you will realize just this.

(y)
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LLG16 May 2010 at 17:08
what good are half of these facts doing?

and they tell you facts in moderation.
what is that?

it may be random unintelligent crap, its what's in my head, it isnt meant to seem anything, its what comes out.
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Anonymous16 May 2010 at 23:25
But the point is, is that they are just that: Facts! Meaning they are true, meaning the good that these facts are doing is educating us in the ways of the world.

and telling us them in moderation is due to time... nothing is stopping anyone from doing their own additional research.

Think about it, if they didn't tell you half of these facts where you would be?

Ignorant and stupid. That is where.
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Ducky17 May 2010 at 09:27
i believe the phrase is "ignorance is bliss"? :)
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The boy and his falcon - One of my favourite stories.

Once there was a boy.
When the boy was six years old, his father gave him a falcon to train.
Falcons are raptors - killing birds, his father told him, hunters of the sky.
The falcon didnt like the boy, and the boy didnt like it either.
Its sharp beak made him nervous, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him.
It would slash at him with its beak and talons when he came near: For weeks his wrists and hands were bleeding.
He didnt know it, but his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year, and thus nearly impossible to tame.
But the boy tried, because his father had told him to make the falcon obedient, and he wanted to please his father. He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, because a tired bird meant it was easier to tame.
He learned the equipment, the jesses, the hood, the brail, the leash that bound the bird to his wrist.
He was meant to keep the falcon blind, but he couldnt bring himself to do it - instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him as he touched and stroked its wings, willing it to trust him.
He fed it from his hand, and at first it would not eat. Later, it ate so savagely that its beak cut the skin of his palm. But the boy was glad, because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird had to consume his blood to make that happen.
He began to see that the falcon was beautiful, that its slim wings were built for speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. When it dived to the ground, it moved like light. When it learned to circle and come to his wrist, he nearly shouted with delight.
Sometimes the bird would hop onto his shoulder and put its beak in his hair. He knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed, but perfectly tamed, he went to his father and showed him what hed done, expecting him to be proud.
Instead, his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands, and broke its neck.
I told you to make it obedient, his father said and dropped the birds lifeless body to the ground. Instead, you taught it to love you. Falcons are not meant to be loving pets: They are fierce and wild, savage and cruel. This bird was not tamed, it was broken.
Later when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird and bury it.
The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he learned: that to love is to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
From City of Bones by Cassandra Clare.

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The school system

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The boy and his falcon - One of my favourite stories.