08.19.09
Science
Today, I have done approximately 6 hours of science, which technically is more science than I’d like to EVER. I don’t like science. So why am I doing it? Well, I have to have at least 8 science credits to be able to transfer to my preferred university. So, I am taking Environmental Biology, worth 4 credits.
I am also going to be doing a lot of geography. Apparently Americans suck at geography (TWO professors’ words, not mine), so we will be having tests on contemporary geography in American History and World History, as well as in my Geography class. 90 % of my class did not know where Austria was. In that respect, I believe some parts of my fall classes will be pretty simple, considering they are based on the American school system. No offence intended.
My other classes are interesting. World History guy seems pretty cool, the American History guy clueless, Biology lady fairly nice, math lady decent.
When it comes to my Creative Writing class… well, the teacher seems good, but the school was seemingly unaware that this was supposed to be a creative class. We are in probably the least creative room on campus. We are in the building that is usually used by the automotive/electric programs (and similar). It is a small, dirty room, narrow, high brick walls, water damaged ceiling, high sitting windows with closed, dusty blinds (stick too high up for us to be able to open the blinds), and NO AIR CONDITION (we had 93 degrees today, which is 34 Celsius). There were 25 chairs in the room, and with 25 members in the class, it was packed, and hot beyond belief. And as if the room was not small enough, one whole table had a huge transmission on it (yes, the car part). I am going to be stuck in there 3 hours a week. Yay…
07.09.09
Fall classes.
I woke up at 5 am this morning to be able to register for classes early (they open up registration for everyone with my amount of credits at 4 am. Way too early). I managed to get into all the classes I wanted! Yay! Now, if everything goes according to plan, and I get my student loans and everything, I’ll be taking 6 classes in the fall. Yes, I did take 4 in the spring. Yikes. That’s a lot of classes, I know, but I hope to be able to manage it. It will after all get me 19 credits closer to graduating next summer. In fact, if I plan to graduate next summer, I desperately need to take 6 classes.
Hopefully, I’ll survive. It’s not easy classes either. I will be taking: Environmental Biology, Creative Writing, Intro to Geography, World Civilizations, American History, and Survey of Mathematics. Well, I’ll just have to do my best and see where it takes me. I’ll put it this way, it will be one heavy bag to carry, both figuratively and literally.
Now I am going to eat some breakfast, wait a couple of hours (I was totally expecting not to get into half the classes and frantically looking for half-ass replacements for hours this morning…. which is what I did last sign up period…. I got lucky this time), then vacuum the house, go to class, have class for two hours, then take a test, then go to the next class and see “Twelve angry men,” then go to the airport and pick hubby and D up. My day is planned out.
03.24.09
School update
English test went terrible. However, I did get my GPA in the class so far. I had done my own calculations so far, and I was pretty pleased with my 91.2. So when the professor game me my note, I almost had a heart attach. 104. ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR! Where the heck did that come from? I mean, I’m not going to complain, but I’ve done the calculations over and over, and it’s a definite 91.2. He must be grading on a curve, and adding in-class performance, something which wasn’t calculated into the grades I have had. I’m shocked, amazed and very pleased. I thought I’d come out scraping a C in this class and I have a A+ at the moment? Damn….. But I’m not going to contest it. Heck no.
I got my results from my previous math test. I got a 96, and was slightly disappointed. It did bring my GPA in the class “down” to a 100. But that’s pretty good too
. Two more tests to go!
Psych test came out to be a 76 and something. Not bad, not terribly good. It’s a solid C, all that I can expect in this joke of a class.
Right now, I’m sitting with 3 A’s and a C. Pretty good.
03.17.09
WTF?
I HATE my English teacher. Not only did he give us 8, yes, EIGHT assignments to do over spring break, he doesn’t actually teach us anything whatsoever. He just tells us to read the damn book and pretends like he’s taught us something. Now, I’ve done six of the eight assignments, and I come to the seventh “Create 10 annotated bibliographies.” WTF? He hasn’t actually taught us ANYTHING about them. I have no f****** idea how to do it! So I’m supposed to do a hell of a lot of research, for something that has no purpose whatsoever, and then get graded badly because I did it wrong, since he never taught me how to do it in the first place?
The worst part is, since this is such a HUGE assignment that I am going to stress out over, I’m sure he’s not even going to take it in. I am seriously considering not doing it. Firstly, I don’t have the time, the energy, or the want. I’m considering accepting a zero for this assignment. Gosh, he’s such a terror…. I’ve been such a good girl going all the assignments so far, every single little stupid exercise…. one single missed homework (out of 8 for spring break, I might add…) isn’t going to kill me.
03.03.09
Beginning of March
The daffodils are not feeling so great today. It was 17 degrees out this morning when I left for school. And that’s Fahrenheit too, not Celsius (-7, btw). Bloody freezing.
I am not that great when it comes to grammar and syntax. I don’t know the rules. I can’t tell you what a fragment is, or a comma-splice. I do however know flow and language. Great language is like great music, it just works and makes my heart really happy. Which is why I, with no real formal college degree (am working on my associates right now, of only those international credits would transfer I’d be a lot further…), am currently correcting my husbands papers and articles (he has two associates, two bachelors, almost a masters, and is going for his second masters in the fall..). I am good with “tense-problems”, mainly since my sister isn’t, but terrible with commas. I love commas. I want them almost EVERYWHERE. I don’t care about comma-spices (I lied, I do know what they are. We learnt it in English class last week
), but I do know when they sound rather awkward. As long as text flows well and sound good read out loud, I’m good. He promised me to pay in chocolate (again, ahem…), but I wonder when he will get the actual hint that he should buy me that damn box of Guylian chocolate I should have received for Valentines? Men…
I had another psychology test yesterday. It felt better than the last one, and I think I might have cracked her code to how she makes her tests. We’ll get it back in two weeks. I also have a English test Thursday, we’ll see how that goes.
Next week is Spring Break, and we have an immigration appointment next Tuesday. We are leaving right from there to go to Washington D.C, mainly to get my passport renewed, but also to have a little mini-holiday away, just the two of us. Well needed and wonderful. As soon as we come back, on the 17th, I have a paper due and also my fourth math-test. This chapter in math is WAY harder than anything we’ve done so far, but I think if I do the chapter twice I might be alright. Another 100 (or more
) would make me very happy.
02.18.09
Rain
It’s raining outside today. Positively pouring down. They said it was going to snow, but believe me, it won’t. I like rain, I really do, it’s very soothing. However, I would rather it doesn’t rain tomorrow when I have to go to school.
It’s been a rough couple of days school wise, especially in English. The teacher is just so over the top, and gives us way too much to do between each classes. For example: From Tuesday class to Thursday class, there is less than 36 hours. So what do I have to do? First, complete 8 computer written pages of extremely hard MLA activities. Then read Chapter 4 in Academic Writing, pages 128-182. Also read Chapter 11 in LB Brief, pg 123-142. Read the article starting on pg 539 in Blair, and then do the 6 activities attached to it. Also complete exercises 11.4, 11.5 and 11.6 in LB Brief.
Now, if this was all I had to do, I guess it would be fine, a hell of a lot of work, but fine. But I have three other classes as well! On top of all things mentioned above, I have to summarize 80 pages for Psych, read a chapter and start my film-anayisis for comunication, and do three chapters of problems for math class!
It’s impossible to work ahead, since the English teacher keeps changing the syllabus and adding other things for us to do. I have to look at one class at a time, and hope that I have time to do all the damn work. I feel so swamped all the time. And weekends, we have a ten year old demanding attention (not to mention food…), it’s not easy to work.
Sigh. Some day I just feel like…. Sigh… I have to do laundry today was well. Only day in the week when I can. Well, well, back to schoolwork.
02.12.09
Results
I got a 89 on my English Exam, which is a B+. I’m pretty happy, considering I’m in a class with people who have English as their first language, and I’m doing the very same stuff. I’ll be very pleased with a B in this class. Right now, my average is 84, a very clear B. I have like a gazillion (like 6…. ahem…) exercises to do this weekend, including a huge critique paper and 400 pages to read. Oh joy. I haven’t quite decided if I like this class or not.
I also got another 100 on my second Math test! YAY! So that’s 2 down out of 6. I need a 93 average to be exempt from the final. This chapter is word problems ONLY. I hate word problems.
02.10.09
Beginning of week
Yesterday I received my very first rejection-letter. I am positively thrilled! This means I am one step closer to actually getting published. I am still waiting to hear back from two other places. I doubt they’ll take my stuff, but I’m still hoping.
Last night I had my first psychology test. The word that comes to mind is disastrous. Terrible, absurd, pathetic. I’m not even going to start ranting about how absurd the test was. Let me just put it like this; only 5 question out of 70 were about anything we’d actually covered in class. We had 3 chapters, 200 pages of text, so naturally we thought that what we covered in class would be on the test. What a silly thought…. *Oh hear the sarcasm…* One of the questions was as follows; “What is the “baby house”?”. Oh, by the way, the answer to that one is “the uterus”. Oh, yeah, I did swell on the test. Not. At this point I will be overjoyed if I get a C.
Then today I had another test, in English. That one, I think I did well on. I was very prepared, and I stayed for really long time, making sure I had everything done. Hopefully it came out alright. I’ll find out on Thursday for sure. Test was comparatively easy, but with no multiple choice or fill-in-the-blanks, you never quite know.
Now tonight I had my second math test. As usual, I had no clue how I did, and kept second-guessing myself. I think I did okay, but every single question was worth 6 points, so even getting one wrong would put me under the 93% I need (To be exempt from the final exam you need to score an average of 93% or higher in total on all the tests.). Well, we’ll see Thursday.
Tomorrow is a pure study day, and I have a hell of a lot of work.
02.01.09
“School is bad for children”
by John Holt. We have this for a reading-summary assignment in English class, and I thought it was so great I just had to post it. It’s rather long, but well worth it.
Almost every child on the first day he sets foot in a school building, is smarter, more curious, less afraid of what he doesn’t know, better at finding and figuring things out, more confident, resourceful, persistent and independent than he will ever be again in his schooling – or, unless he is very unusual and very lucky, for the rest of his life. Already, by paying close attention to and interacting with the world and people around him, and without any school-type formal instruction, he has done a task far more difficult, complicated and abstract than anything he will be asked to do in school, or than any of his teachers has done for years. He has solved the mystery of language. He has discovered it – babies don’t even know that language exists – and he has found out how it works and learned to use it. He has done it by exploring, by experimenting, by developing his own model of the grammar of language, by trying it out and seeing whether it works, by gradually changing it and refining it until it does work. And while he has been doing this, he has been learning other things as well, including many of the “concepts” that the schools think only they can teach him, and many that are more complicated than the ones they do try to teach him.
In he comes, this curious, patient, determined, energetic, skillful learner. We sit him down at a desk, and what do we teach him? Many things. First, that learning is separate from living. “You come to school to learn,” we tell him, as if the child hadn’t been learning before, as if living were out there and learning were in here, and there were no connection between the two. Secondly, that he cannot be trusted to learn and is no good at it. Everything we teach about reading, a task far simpler than many that the child has already mastered, says to him, “If we don’t make you read, you won’t, and if you don’t do it exactly the way we tell you, you can’t. In short, he comes to feel that learning is a passive process, something that someone else does to you, instead of something you do for yourself.
In a great many other ways he learns that he is worthless, untrustworthy, fit only to take other people’s orders, a blank sheet for other people to write on. Oh, we make a lot of nice noises in school about respect for the child and individual differences, and the like. But our acts, as opposed to our talk, says to the child, “Your experience, your concerns, your curiosities, your needs, what you know, what you want, what you wonder about, what you hope for, what you fear, what you like and dislike, what you are good at or not so good at – all this is of not the slightest importance, it counts for nothing. What counts here, and the only thing that counts, is what we know, what we think is important, what we want you to do, think and be.” The child soon learns not to ask questions – the teacher isn’t there to satisfy his curiosity. Having learned to hide his curiosity, he later learns to be ashamed of it. Given no chance to find out who he is – and to develop that person, whoever it is – he soon comes to accept the adults evaluation of him.
He learns many other things. He learns that to be wrong, uncertain, confused, is a crime. Right Answers are what the school wants, and he learns countless strategies for prying these answers out of the teacher, for conning her into thinking he knows what he doesn’t know. He learns to dodge, bluff, fake, cheat. He learns to be lazy! Before he came to school, he would work for hours on end, on his own, with no thought of reward, at business of making sense of the world and gaining competence in it. In school he learns, like every buck private, how to goldbrick, how not to work when the sergeant isn’t looking, how to know when he is looking, how to make him think you are working even when he is looking. He learns that in real life you don’t do anything unless you are bribed, bullied or conned into doing it, that nothing is worth doing for its own sake, or that if it is, you can’t do it in school. He learns to be bored, to work with a small part of his mind, to escape from the reality around him into daydreams and fantasies – but not like the fantasies of his preschool years, in which he played a very active part.
The child comes to school curious about other people, particularly other children, and the school teaches him to be indifferent. The most interesting thing in the classroom – often the only interesting thing in it – is the other children, but he has to act as if these other children, all about him, only a few feet away, are not really there. He cannot interact with them, talk with them, smile at them. In many schools he can’t talk to other children in the halls between classes; in more than a few, and some of these in stylish suburbs, he can’t even talk to them at lunch. Splendid training for a world in which, when you’re not studying the other person to figure out how to do him in, you pay no attention to him.
In fact, he learns how to live without paying attention to anything going on around him. You might say that school is a long lesson in how to turn yourself off, which may be one reason why so many young people, seeking the awareness of the world and responsiveness to it they had when they were little, think they can only find it in drugs. Aside from being boring, the school is almost always ugly, cold, inhuman – even the most stylish, glass-windowed,$2O-a square-foot schools.
And so, in this dull and ugly place, where nobody ever says anything very truthful, where everybody is playing a kind of role, as in a charade where the teachers are no more free to respond honestly to the students than the students are free to respond to the teachers or each other, where the air practically vibrates with suspicion and anxiety, the child learns to live in a daze, saving his energies for those small parts of his life that are too trivial for the adults to bother with, and thus remain his. It is a rare child who can come through his schooling with much left of his curiosity, his independence or his sense of his own dignity, competence and worth.
So much for criticism. What do we need to do? Many things. Some are easy – we can do them right away. Some are hard, and may take some time. Take a hard one first. We should abolish compulsory school attendance. At the very least we should modify it perhaps by giving children every year a large number of authorized absences. Our compulsory school-attendance laws once served a humane and useful purpose. They protected childrens’ right to some schooling, against those adults who would otherwise have denied it to them in order to exploit their labor, in farm, store, mine or factory. Today the laws help nobody, not the schools, not the teachers, not the children. To keep kids in school who would rather not be there costs the schools an enormous amount of time and trouble – to say nothing of what it costs to repair the damage that these angry and resentful prisoners do every time they get a chance. Every teacher knows that any kid in class who, for whatever reason, would rather not be there, not only doesn’t learn anything himself but makes it a great deal tougher for anyone else. As for protecting the children from exploitation, the chief and indeed only exploiters of children these days are the schools. Kids caught in the college rush more often than not work 70 hours or more a week, most of it on paper busy work. For kids who aren’t going to college, school is just a useless time waster, preventing them from earning some money or doing some useful work, or even doing some true learnings.
Objections. “If kids didn’t have to go, they’d all be out in the streets.” No, they wouldn’t. In the first place, even if schools stayed the way they are, children would spend at least some time there because that’s where they’d be likely to find friends; it’s a natural meeting place for children. In the second place, schools wouldn’t stay the way they are, they’d get better, because we would have to start making them what they ought to be right now – places where children would want to be. In the third place, those children who did not want to go to school could find, particularly if we stirred up our brains and gave them a little help, other things to do – the things many children now do during their summers and holidays.
There’s something easier we could do. We need to get kids out of the school buildings, give them a chance to learn about the world at first hand. It is a very recent idea, and a crazy one, that the way to teach our young people about the world they live in is to take them out of it and shut them up in brick boxes. Fortunately, educators are beginning to realize this. In Philadelphia and Portland, Oregon , to pick only two places I happen to have heard about, plans are being drawn up for public schools that won’t have any school buildings at all, that will take the students out into the city and help them to use it and its people as a learning resource. In other words, students, perhaps in groups, perhaps independently, will go to libraries museums, exhibits, courtrooms, legislatures, radio and TV stations, meetings, businesses and laboratories to learn about their world and society at first hand. A small private school in Washington is already doing this. It makes sense. We need more of it.
As we help children get out into the world, to do their learning there, we can get more of the world into the schools. Aside from their parents, most children never have any close contact with any adults except people whose sole business is children. No wonder they have no idea what adult life or work is like. We need to bring a lot more people who are not full-time teachers into the schools, and into contact with the children. In New York City, under the Teachers and Writers Collaborative, real writers working writers – novelists, poets, playwrights – come into the schools, read their work, and talk to the children about the problems of their craft. The children eat it up. In another school I know of a practicing attorney from a nearby city comes in every month or so and talks to several classes about the law. Not the law as it is in books but as he sees it and encounters it in his cases, his problems, his work. And the children love it. It is real, grown-up, true, not My Weekly Reader, not “social studies,” not lies and baloney.
Something easier yet. Let children work together, help each other, learn from each other and each others’ mistakes. We now know, from the experience of many schools, both rich-suburban and poor-city, that children are often the best teachers of other children. What is more important, we know that when a fifth-or sixth-grader who has been having trouble with reading starts helping a first grader, his own reading sharply improves. A number of schools are beginning to use what some call Paired Learning. This means that you let children form partnerships with other children, do their work, even including their tests, together, and share whatever marks or results this work gets – just like grownups in the real world. It seems to work.
Let the children learn to judge their own work. A child learning to talk does not learn by being corrected all the time – if corrected too much, he will stop talking. He compares, a thousand times a day, the difference between language as he uses it and as those around him use it. Bit by bit, he makes the necessary changes to make his language like other peoples. In the same way, kids learning to do all the other things they learn without adult teachers – to walk, run, climb, whistle, ride a bike, skate, play games, jump rope – compare their own performance with what more skilled people do, and slowly make the needed changes. But in school we never give a child a chance to detect his mistakes, let alone correct them. We do it all for him. We act as if we thought he would never notice a mistake unless it was pointed out to him, or correct it unless he was made to. Soon he becomes dependent on the expert. We should let him do it himself. Let him figure out, with the help of other children if he wants it, what this word says, what is the answer to that problem, whether this is a good way of saying or doing this or that. If right answers are involved, as in some math or science, give him the answer book, let him correct his own papers. Why should we teachers waste time on such donkey work? Our job should be to help the kid when he tells us that he can’t find a way to get the right answer. Let’s get rid of all this nonsense of grades, exams, marks. We don’t know now, and we never will know, how to measure what another person knows or understands. We certainly can’t find out by asking him questions. All we find out is what he doesn’t know which is what most tests are for, anyway. Throw it all out, and let the child learn what every educated person must someday learn, how to measure his own understanding, how to know what he knows or does not know.
We could also abolish the fixed, required curriculum. People remember only what is interesting and useful to them, what helps them make sense of the world, or helps them get along in it. All else they quickly forget, if they ever learn it at all The idea of a “body of knowledge,” to be picked up in school and used for the rest of one’ s life, is nonsense in a world as complicated and rapidly changing as ours. Anyway, the most important questions and problems of our time are not it the curriculum, not even in the hotshot universities, let alone the schools.
Children want, more than they want anything else, and even after years of miseducation, to make sense of the world, themselves, other human beings. Let them get at this job, with our help if they ask for it, in the way that makes most sense to them.
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Saturday Evening Post
February 8 1969
01.05.09
I GOT IN!
AND I got residence and in-state tuition! Yay! I am so thrilled. I also tested right into ENG 111, but will going have to do Math 70, which I am totally fine with. Hey, at least I didn’t have to do 50 or 60, and I knew I would have to do remedial math anyway, since I haven’t done math for like 4 years. So I will be taking 13 credits, math, English, communication and psychology. I start classes Thursday.
The books are bloody expensive of course, and I’ve only gotten for two of the classes yet.
We celebrated with Burger King, my first ever visit to an American Burger King (it was very conveniently located just off campus). I have to say, I think it’s better in Sweden, at least the fries.
I’m watching “Superstars of Dance” with the delicious Michael Flatley hosting. The scoring feels a bit off… No offence.