It was Study Hall when I posted earlier. And now I'm in chem, but we just had a quiz and I just finished and we aren't doing anything for the rest of the period. And next period I have another Study Hall. :smalltongue:
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It was Study Hall when I posted earlier. And now I'm in chem, but we just had a quiz and I just finished and we aren't doing anything for the rest of the period. And next period I have another Study Hall. :smalltongue:
I have a paper due in 55 minutes that I'm not finished writing yet. I really shouldn't be posting on here, but talking to you guys is more fun than discussing video game graphics and music as high art and rearranging paragraphs from my original draft so that everything fits together better.
It's interesting about your reaction: they are a poisonous plant after all. Do you suffer the same from handling other nightshades? Could you reap your bounty with gloves? The gardener in me springs like a shoot at the thought of such indomitable wild tomatoes.
I was pondering how in a very warm sunny climate, gardening is more about control and restraint: plant life is a wild active force that must be channeled in order to be useful. On the other hand in a very temperate climate like mine, gardening is more about nurturing and care, because [edible] plant life is a delicate fragile force that cannot thrive on its own. So our experiences of the garden are vastly different.
Garnets are, indeed, a fabulous, fabulous stone. They range in colour from yellows to reds to pinks to browns to oranges and yes, indeed, the juicy delicious saturated green of tsavorite. Garnets are very near the top of my list of favourite jewels. My most beloved ring is an Australian opal surrounded by tsavorites.
*snaps fingers as at a candlelit poetry reading with fancy coffee*
The day before the final deadline on my GCSE electronics project (at least, the practical portion thereof) I got a phone-call from my teacher asking why my vacuum forming mould was sitting in the cupboard, unfinished and held together by masking tape. I had to skip lessons that last day to desperately finish the mould, form the case and fit the circuit. It was shoddily done, and I think I broke the circuit putting it in. I still got a B overall. I really don't get how anyone could have failed that subject.
Perhaps may I challenge you to battle again later this evening? I can do naught for lazy sluggish boredom now, except perhaps sing about sugar hoards and much-lusted-after jewels on Etsy.
You walk the path of daggers, my friend.
Like half an hour is plenty of time to take a hot shower and sing God Save the Queen using your loofah like a microphone, and then take a mouthful of good Bristol Cream sherry: in this way your face shall take on a glow, like unto the bees of old.
I do similar things. But I put the finishing touches... AS I TURN IT IN. :smallamused::smallcool:
Indeed, I could make it this evening. I am still a rusty rusty rusty alien murderer, but hey. Riding a bike, swarming over my enemies with giant acidbugs, same deal. :smallbiggrin:
YES WUT U SAID.
I've read only the second book of A Song of Ice and Fire :smallbiggrin:
Mraugh. Colleges shouldn't judge me on my ability to complete busywork. But I know, I was just at the brink of homework-related despair yesterday.
Yeah. That would also apply to my mom and my brother. But then again, they're both geniuses, so y'know.
That's one reason I'm so irritated. They're sucking all the fun out of learning by making it such an arduous process. I can't remember the last time I seriously dove into a book and enjoyed it, becuase I'm either too busy for books I choose myself, or I'm too busy tryign to find al the significance in the umpteenth alleegory reference for any book I'm reading at school!
/rant
ION: Tired.Homework. Essay due tomorrow I havne't started yet. Additional thing aobut the 6 Mistakes of Man. Have to go to a homecoming assembly tomorrow, entailing lots of stomping and bad pop music. What was wrong with hiring a Sophist to lecture for hours until you have become fully educated? :smallannoyed:
On the other hand, they could just judge your worth solely upon your ability to take standardized tests.
Personally I find that even worse. Granted, I'm not a fan of busywork for the sake of busywork.
"I am SMART OLDER SIBLING. Be compared to my success, and never be able to compare! AND THEN FEEL AWKWARD WHEN PEOPLE COMPLIMENT YOU BECAUSE YOU KNOW *sibling* DID IT BETTER. BWHA-HA-HA. :smallmad::smallsigh::smalltongue:
Oh, ohhhh. Is this where I have a comparable rant on the liquidization and condensation of valued literature into nibblechunks of indigestable blabber lacking any form of the original poetic touch, with half the words shortened or removed so that a second grader with a dictionary can get through it in three minutes! (And do not. Get. Me. STARTED. On 'vocab' studies. It's not complicated!:smallfurious:)Quote:
That's one reason I'm so irritated. They're sucking all the fun out of learning by making it such an arduous process. I can't remember the last time I seriously dove into a book and enjoyed it, becuase I'm either too busy for books I choose myself, or I'm too busy tryign to find al the significance in the umpteenth alleegory reference for any book I'm reading at school!
/rant
Essay on? I feel shame on not recognizing The Six Mistakes, I should get to reiterating my literacy this week. HomeComing is OBLIGITORY for you, though? Some portions of Homecoming rallies are undoubtably terrible, but if they do a reasonable good skit (which I doubt, if you're a theatre person and yo don't know about anything) you can get a good laugh. But is skipping not an option?:smalleek::smalltongue:Quote:
ION: Tired.Homework. Essay due tomorrow I havne't started yet. Additional thing aobut the 6 Mistakes of Man. Have to go to a homecoming assembly tomorrow, entailing lots of stomping and bad pop music. What was wrong with hiring a Sophist to lecture for hours until you have become fully educated? :smallannoyed:
Busywork is the bane of my existance, my GPA, soul, ability to maintain focus in class, and a constant aggravant. ET ES BADO.:smallbiggrin:
What's wrong with my mom?
College gives you more free time than high school but fills up most of it with studying and schoolwork. It's kinda surreal
I am not in the mood to get into a naturevsnuture discussion right now, but blaming parents for the child is a primitive and a poor way to help anyone, especially the child. *just deleted like, 9 run ons on boring stuff becuase im bad at thsi stuff anyway*
But intelligence is not exactly a benchmark for being a great parent, nevertheless.
Well, it depends on what he meant. It could be Coidzor meant something else. I'm waiting for a response myself before I reply with my opinions on that matter. Let is just be said that I'll be taking up Mutant's rants if you mean to say that it is my mother's fault that my brother is the way he is.
Oh, sheepy. You can't just DISMISS the role of the parent in whether someone turns out a good person. Let's take this outside of a place where it's personal for a sec: a good parent greatly increases the chance for the child to grow up into a good person, and a bad parent greatly increases the chance for the child to become a bad person. Of course, it's not 100%: There are many bad kids with good parents, and some good kids with terrible parents. Sometimes, you blame the parents because it's legitimately their fault. Again, however, this is not meant to relate to anyone specific; I just think your statement should have been much less general.
In that same veinI'm sure Moonie's mother is a wonderful lady.
...That's not the same vein at all.
The point is that she's not perfect, and even being a "genius" doesn't prepare one's self for all of life's experiences.
The other point is that holding up someone as an example of perfect to judge yourself for failing to measure up to them is missing the point.
The missing essay would have likely cleared this up, I admit. :smalltongue: But some things are inherent issues with the kid, and even the BEST the parent could do is condemn them to years of annoying or painful therapies to get over some issues. Parents have a major role in how people develop but a good portion of personality and behaviors, but most notably personality disorders or various diseases/genetic predispositions/whatever the word you would wish to call them are not going to be dissolved by being reared by Ghandi. It would definitely minimize most effects, but there are so many factors that go into human behavior blaming the parent for the childs issues is a terrible way to do things, and is not ehlping the kid get over and through whatever issues there might be. But if you wanna blame the parents, blame them for not efficiently discarding their respective DNA strands that contribute to behavior issues. :smallwink:
*blood you were talking about is currently in an artery* :smallbiggrin:Quote:
In that same veinI'm sure Moonie's mother is a wonderful lady.
...That's not the same vein at all.
Let us not forget that the same woman raised our beloved MoonCat
There are some things that the parents cannot change, and I deeply resent any implications that it would be my mom's fault alone for anything she could have done. His biological father has many of the behaviors of my brother
And for the record, my brother is TREMENDOUSLY better than how he was years ago, my parents have helped him incredibly, at least from my point of view.
Also, anyone who uses my brother as a bad example in terms of outright SUCCESS in life is badly wrong anyway, as Brother is doing very well on all counts except mentally, which somehow never seems to get involved.
Interesting factlet, back in the dark old days of the 1990's people used to blame the mothers of autistic kids. They said they were too distant, and that's why their kids had their various issues. Let's not go back into that mindset, please.
Exactly, she's just a human being.
Well, there's two schools of thought there. The first is that if you're actually thinking of measuring "success" then you're doing it wrong.
The second is that if you're "successful" but are unable to relate to others then most of the point is dulled.
Though that's all tangential to what I'm actually getting at here anyway, which is that it's inappropriate to use him as a measuring stick constantly either internally or for someone to try to externally use it as a form of control or emotional abuse.
It would seem preachy and emotionally manipulative for me to fully detail my perspective on this, so I'll just say that I know this very well due to my family's history.