The Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skills (TAKS), yeah right. I am so impressed by the low standards the state of Texas holds for the future (that would be us kids) not. These tests are designed to tell our school whether or not we should pass onto the next level. The exit level TAKS is designed to tell colleges whether or not we are "college ready" and yet they make it so easy and it proves nothing. You would think standarized testing would hold higher standards, not to mention it does nothing to prove my knoweldge and or skill. Lets address knowledge first, shall we. There are plenty of things that I am knowledgeable about that the TAKS test does not test me about. For example I can fix a jammed printer (which I just learned today) among other things. As far as skill, I can write an amazing story, or say Hamlets "to be or not to be" speech in the play "Ophelia" and give people in the audience chills, even make some people cry. However none of these things are tested on the mandatory state testing, none of the things I can do, things that might actually help me in the future. I will admit the things I mentioned aren't that amazing, but they are just a few things. I can also give great advice, solve someone else's dilemma (not so great at fixing my own) and help people fix their arguments with each other. Those are things that actually matter in the world and college, yet if we don't score high enough on the TAKS we aren't college ready. The sad part is the TAKS test is really so easy most students are beyond what it tests. Yes the TAKS is super helpful.
My inner thoughts, expressions and whatever the hell I feel like saying.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Chicken!
You know what cracks me up? Chicken peckers. In case you are unsure of what I mean, think about old people who aren't quite sure how to use a computer, now think about them typing. They type with two fingers, one from each hand. This method of typing is also called "Hunt and Peck" as they must first hunt for the letters then peck with a finger then repeat. Although if you are watching someone hunt and peck and you are trying to help them with something or waiting on them to type you must just be better of moving them out of the way and taking control of the keyboard yourself. However, if you happen to be sitting in a library computer room and the stranger across from you to the left is typing like that it might be entertaining to giggle in your head and then write about it on your blog. You may now guess where the inspiration for this particular blog update came from.
Lets Try This Again...
I decided it might be a good idea to write while not drugged on my "candy". I guess it doesn't help that I am naturally a strange person said "candy" just makes me a bit stranger and everything else a bit funnier. For instance the same evening I wrote my last blog I was standing (I use the term loosely for it was quite difficult for me to remain upright) with my step mom and decided to reach up and touch her face. I thought it was hilarious and almost immediately began laughing my butt off which then led to me attacking the floor. It was so much of an effort to laugh and stay upright that I ended up laughing on the floor on my hands and knees. Make what jokes you will, I have an excuse.
My apologies for what was said while on pain medication, I'm pretty sure it made no sense and that I did at some point have a valid thought that turned into ramblings that no one cares about. What a waste of your time, but really what better things have you to do? Homework? 'Cause really that is more of a waste of your time than my blog. Maybe you do have something important to do, there are people out there who do, but then I have to ask what are you doing sitting on your butt reading this when you have important things to do? Go, get to work! Or not, I really don't care.
My apologies for what was said while on pain medication, I'm pretty sure it made no sense and that I did at some point have a valid thought that turned into ramblings that no one cares about. What a waste of your time, but really what better things have you to do? Homework? 'Cause really that is more of a waste of your time than my blog. Maybe you do have something important to do, there are people out there who do, but then I have to ask what are you doing sitting on your butt reading this when you have important things to do? Go, get to work! Or not, I really don't care.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Hospital Time
So I've been in the hospital since Tuesday, they let me go home yesterday at around five. It was kinda funny, I threw up all day Monday and couldn't keep anything down. Then they sent me home yesterday, I went and had some soup and then I threw up in the bathroom at Olive Garden. I guess I should have eaten something while in the hospital but they were the ones telling me I couldn't have anything by mouth. Thankfully today I have been able to keep my food down, and I lost 3 pounds by not eating since Monday. I'm still in a lot of pain but the doctor said I should be fine by Monday, hoping so. I'm still in a lot of pain so I took some hydrocodone (aka vicadin). It feels much better than the doctor pushing morphine through my IV because although that stuff was entertaining for my parents it kinda burned at first. I feel really sleepy now, it feels really awesome to be home though. Buh-bye!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
The bane of my existence.
Have I mentioned that I hate my job? If not let me inform you, I hate my job, with a passion I might add. Let me share with you the many reasons for my hatred.
1) I have to deal with the same loud obnoxious teenagers every single day. Yes, I am the same age as some of them, a little older than some of the others, but I do not act that way. Ever. I have some sense, and sure I act a little strange when I'm with my friends but I don't act like my parents never taught me any manners. I know how to behave in public, and these kids embarrass their parents with their behavior.
2) These same annoying teenagers can not clean up after themselves, and usually I am the one who is forced to clean their mess. Yes, I do work there, but that does not mean you leave your trash and food laying on the table for someone else to pick up. Do you act that way at home? I'm quite sure you do. On that note, they also share one drink and the food. That wouldn't be a problem except it's six kids drinking from the same cup and eating the same hot 'n spicy. So now their trash and food is on the table along with a disgusting cup with the contents dripping onto the floor. Thanks so much.
3) Not only do I have to deal with kids with no sense, I have to deal with idiots without common sense. Lesson learned here; stay in school. First people will come in and try to order a double whopper, haha funny, right? It would be if they weren't serious. Or they will try to order something which we have in run out of, then not even two minutes later they ask for it again later in their order. What part of "I'm sorry sir, we ran out" do you not comprehend? When I work in the drive-thru I get people who will ask for just a minute to decide, thats fine, but then when they start to order and lets say they want a combo. I ask what they want to drink and they take another five minutes to answer. You just spent fifteen minutes deciding what you want to eat and you still don't know. Now thanks to you, my line has grown to six cars which I could've dealt with in the time it took you to "think" about what you wanted. Please, if you are going to take forever in the drive- thru go inside where you can take your time and not hold up the rest of the line.
4) On top of idiots, I have to deal with people who give me attitude. Yes, I understand that I work at a fast food restaraunt, however I am sixteen and this is my first job. I do not need you to talk to me like I'm slow just because you aren't stuck working at the low end of the job spectrum. And then because I am doing my job you are going to tell me that it is stupid or doesn't make sense. I'm sorry, do you work here? No, I am doing what I told by manager and the owner, if I am told to charge 11 cents for ranch I'm going to and you can just get over yourself and pay for it and leave. If you hadn't been so nasty about it I might have given it to you. I do not need your attitude, my job sucks enough as it is. You are the one who decided to come to a fast food restaraunt, maybe you should have cooked at home or gone somewhere else. Thanks bye.
5) Perverts.
I don't feel there should be more to say to that but let me share a story with you in case you're thinking oh thats not a big deal. This guy comes through the drive- thru, orders an ice-cream cone. I hand it to him and he asks me to lick it for him. Ignoring him, I give him his ice-cream and he starts to lick making faces and everything. It was disturbing, I honestly wanted to cry. It is bad enough that 30 year old people can't tell how old I am and ask me for my number, I now have this guy making sex faces at me. Thank you so much sir for scarring my brain.
6) Some of my managers are just plain awful. I have one manager who keeps asking me if I'm pregnant, and I'll be honest I am sensitive about my weight and for him to constantly bring it up is a constant hit to my already low self- esteem. Then I have another manager who expects me to do everything. "Clean this, refill this, bag orders, take orders." He yells at me to do all of this, at the same time, while he stands there and does nothing. If he would stop being so lazy and help out maybe we could finish faster. And while I am good at my job, I can not do everything at once. I can not take orders, bag food for my front counter partners, bag food for the drive-thru, sweep and mop the front, and help all the customers who need ice because the machine is broken.
7) Items are constantly broken. Frappe machine, ice machine, the oven, orange juice dispenser, ice-cream machine. Everything is so old and outdated that it can't stay working.
Again, I hate my job.
1) I have to deal with the same loud obnoxious teenagers every single day. Yes, I am the same age as some of them, a little older than some of the others, but I do not act that way. Ever. I have some sense, and sure I act a little strange when I'm with my friends but I don't act like my parents never taught me any manners. I know how to behave in public, and these kids embarrass their parents with their behavior.
2) These same annoying teenagers can not clean up after themselves, and usually I am the one who is forced to clean their mess. Yes, I do work there, but that does not mean you leave your trash and food laying on the table for someone else to pick up. Do you act that way at home? I'm quite sure you do. On that note, they also share one drink and the food. That wouldn't be a problem except it's six kids drinking from the same cup and eating the same hot 'n spicy. So now their trash and food is on the table along with a disgusting cup with the contents dripping onto the floor. Thanks so much.
3) Not only do I have to deal with kids with no sense, I have to deal with idiots without common sense. Lesson learned here; stay in school. First people will come in and try to order a double whopper, haha funny, right? It would be if they weren't serious. Or they will try to order something which we have in run out of, then not even two minutes later they ask for it again later in their order. What part of "I'm sorry sir, we ran out" do you not comprehend? When I work in the drive-thru I get people who will ask for just a minute to decide, thats fine, but then when they start to order and lets say they want a combo. I ask what they want to drink and they take another five minutes to answer. You just spent fifteen minutes deciding what you want to eat and you still don't know. Now thanks to you, my line has grown to six cars which I could've dealt with in the time it took you to "think" about what you wanted. Please, if you are going to take forever in the drive- thru go inside where you can take your time and not hold up the rest of the line.
4) On top of idiots, I have to deal with people who give me attitude. Yes, I understand that I work at a fast food restaraunt, however I am sixteen and this is my first job. I do not need you to talk to me like I'm slow just because you aren't stuck working at the low end of the job spectrum. And then because I am doing my job you are going to tell me that it is stupid or doesn't make sense. I'm sorry, do you work here? No, I am doing what I told by manager and the owner, if I am told to charge 11 cents for ranch I'm going to and you can just get over yourself and pay for it and leave. If you hadn't been so nasty about it I might have given it to you. I do not need your attitude, my job sucks enough as it is. You are the one who decided to come to a fast food restaraunt, maybe you should have cooked at home or gone somewhere else. Thanks bye.
5) Perverts.
I don't feel there should be more to say to that but let me share a story with you in case you're thinking oh thats not a big deal. This guy comes through the drive- thru, orders an ice-cream cone. I hand it to him and he asks me to lick it for him. Ignoring him, I give him his ice-cream and he starts to lick making faces and everything. It was disturbing, I honestly wanted to cry. It is bad enough that 30 year old people can't tell how old I am and ask me for my number, I now have this guy making sex faces at me. Thank you so much sir for scarring my brain.
6) Some of my managers are just plain awful. I have one manager who keeps asking me if I'm pregnant, and I'll be honest I am sensitive about my weight and for him to constantly bring it up is a constant hit to my already low self- esteem. Then I have another manager who expects me to do everything. "Clean this, refill this, bag orders, take orders." He yells at me to do all of this, at the same time, while he stands there and does nothing. If he would stop being so lazy and help out maybe we could finish faster. And while I am good at my job, I can not do everything at once. I can not take orders, bag food for my front counter partners, bag food for the drive-thru, sweep and mop the front, and help all the customers who need ice because the machine is broken.
7) Items are constantly broken. Frappe machine, ice machine, the oven, orange juice dispenser, ice-cream machine. Everything is so old and outdated that it can't stay working.
Again, I hate my job.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Where do they go?
So, I had this amazing idea for a post, but I seem to have lost it. Possibly due to the fact that I am slightly drugged from my medicine. I have to wonder, where do my ideas and thoughts go? Sometimes I'll be in the shower and I have an awesome idea for a song or poem or something and by the time I am able to write it down it is lost forever. This happens alot with other things at other times. I imagine my ideas float around into some black hole somewhere and then pop into somebody else's head. Or possibly there is a imp sitting on top of my head sucking up all of my good ideas. I hope if it is an imp, I hope he's reading because I really want some of those ideas back.
I forgot the reason for this post, seriously can not wait until I have to stop taking my medicine. Buh-bye for now, I'm off to find some edible sustances.
I forgot the reason for this post, seriously can not wait until I have to stop taking my medicine. Buh-bye for now, I'm off to find some edible sustances.
Monday, April 4, 2011
To be or not to be...
I have to wonder about the characters in Shakespeare's plays, at least the tragedies. Romeo and Juliet, and Hamlet... Did they have so little communication then that it just seemed easier to kill everyone? I have to admit cell phones do make lives difficult and distracting in this time, but it has also made our lives so much more easier. Gonna fake your death to be with your secret husband, send him a text. Gonna pretend to go crazy and deny your love for you girlfriend, send your apology or love message in a text. Its less likely to fall into the wrong hands.
Romeo and Juliet, all they had to do was talk to their parents and they probably could have worked it out before Mercutio and Tybalt were dead. If that didn't work then they could have eloped in a more traditional fasion. Friar Laurence was an idiot as well (yes I know its a play), he could have talked to the parents and told them that Romeo and Juliet are married, but I guess the thought never occured to him. There were a lot of things everyone could have done differently.
And Hamlet, he had plenty of opportunities to kill Claudius but he never does. And sure he wanted to wait for proof, but knowing who Claudius is should have made it obvious and even after he foud the truth he waited to kill him. And he could have had a conversation with Ophelia about their conversation, and Laertes about his father.
Communication is key.
"Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun do move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I do love." - Hamlet
Romeo and Juliet, all they had to do was talk to their parents and they probably could have worked it out before Mercutio and Tybalt were dead. If that didn't work then they could have eloped in a more traditional fasion. Friar Laurence was an idiot as well (yes I know its a play), he could have talked to the parents and told them that Romeo and Juliet are married, but I guess the thought never occured to him. There were a lot of things everyone could have done differently.
And Hamlet, he had plenty of opportunities to kill Claudius but he never does. And sure he wanted to wait for proof, but knowing who Claudius is should have made it obvious and even after he foud the truth he waited to kill him. And he could have had a conversation with Ophelia about their conversation, and Laertes about his father.
Communication is key.
"Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun do move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I do love." - Hamlet
It's sad really...
[Disclaimer: I don't believe this about all teachers, so no offense to those of you who are... well the opposite of this. Kudos to you for having a life]
It's sad really, how invested teachers are in our lives. Do they honestly have nothing interesting going on in their lives? Probably not seeing as they have no lives. Sure, they may think they care about us, and I do believe some do, but there are times when I just wish they would let us make our own mistakes. Let us learn for ourselves instead of being so nitpicky that we have to watch every step. Don't get me wrong, we have a lot of freedom at my school to do and say the things we want (to an extent), and it is amazing, however I think sometimes teachers put a little too much thought into our own lives and less thought into their own. Power hungry? Possibly. I don't know what it is really, but it can be irritating. Maybe I'm just venting and this makes no sense what so ever, and I'm fine with that. Half of what I say is beyond the comprehension of others but thats usually because my thoughts go faster than my mouth (if thats possible) actually my thoughts go a lot faster than my brain can sometimes process. Whatever, the point is sometimes I would like for the adults in my life, prefferably the teachers, to take a step back and let me make a fool of myself.
It's sad really, how invested teachers are in our lives. Do they honestly have nothing interesting going on in their lives? Probably not seeing as they have no lives. Sure, they may think they care about us, and I do believe some do, but there are times when I just wish they would let us make our own mistakes. Let us learn for ourselves instead of being so nitpicky that we have to watch every step. Don't get me wrong, we have a lot of freedom at my school to do and say the things we want (to an extent), and it is amazing, however I think sometimes teachers put a little too much thought into our own lives and less thought into their own. Power hungry? Possibly. I don't know what it is really, but it can be irritating. Maybe I'm just venting and this makes no sense what so ever, and I'm fine with that. Half of what I say is beyond the comprehension of others but thats usually because my thoughts go faster than my mouth (if thats possible) actually my thoughts go a lot faster than my brain can sometimes process. Whatever, the point is sometimes I would like for the adults in my life, prefferably the teachers, to take a step back and let me make a fool of myself.
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