Tuesday, January 31, 2012

NO CRAMMING ALLOWED -- MY TAKE ON TESTS

WRONG, DEAD WRONG
every day in real life is
a final exam
I am going to tell you the truth about P. A. Dion, me.  I have never crammed in my life.  NEVER.  I never believed in it and I never will.  I developed a method of study that made cramming totally unnecessary.
I also started at a very early age to rebel against "studying for the exam" by studying to learn. I read the newspapers because I could learn something there.  I listened to the radio because I could learn something there.  I listened to the old people talking because I could learn something there.  I would stay close to my grandfather and my father as they worked in the cellar or outside because I could learn something there.  I watched my father do applied math and learned nothing there.  I got a C- in algebra, a C in physics and a C in chemistry.  Everywhere else I was 3.8 GPA.  Still, I never crammed for a test.  Tests were for the teachers, not for me.  I know what I know.  If you want to know what I know, talk to me, don't "test" me.  I don't play that game.  Ever since the third grade or so.  Seriously.  I was the bane of EFR Dion's existence.  He would ask me, "Did you study for the test?"  I would say, "No.  I won't fail."  He would ask, "Are you going to get 100%?"  My answer was always, "Who cares?"  His final, disgusted comment was "You've got no pride."  End of colloquy.  He was right.  I had no pride.  Still don't.  I got better.  I got arrogance.  I still can't pass a math class with more than a C- too.
Here I am, a senior citizen and I still don't believe in tests.  They are ridiculous realities.  There came a time when I allowed myself to be cajoled into taking the preliminary eligibility teacher test in California, better know as the "C-BEST."  I signed up.  Paid my $25.00.  Showed up for the 3 hour test.  Listened to the cry-babies who were there for the fourth time and after three "review" classes.  Sat down with two newly sharpened pencils and took the test.  2.25 hours later I laid the papers on the desk and returned home.  I passed, 90%.  I never got a teaching job because I am not qualified.  Heee.  Somewhere in California some poor little boy with a 130 IQ has to sit there and be "taught" by a teacher who flunked the C-BEST four times.
This post is rather long, so I will bring it to an end now.  Tests are the only measures that exist for quantifying human performance.  I know that.  So, here is my solution to the bad teacher problem in the United States.  It is a two-stage testing program.
1 stage:  Every teacher has to take a state constructed test covering the material of the grade taught the for the last 185 school days.
2 stage:  Students take a state constructed test covering the material that was supposed to be taught for the last 185 school days.
- Teachers who get a grade below 95% get suspended without pay for one school year.
- Students who make a grade of 70% advance one grade.  All others repeat the grade.
Is there anyone in government in this country with balls enough to do this?  I doubt it.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

BRAINSTORM -- CULTURE -- BEAUTY

Hello.  I am in the middle of a constant brainstorm since last night...actually about 18 waking hours now.  I am still being besieged by this cerebral violence.  So far it has not brought on a headache, but it is playing tricks with my emotional state.  All I can think about is "doing something" but I don't have the foggiest idea where to start.   So what I did then was to choose a picture that would be close enough to my entangled state and still have a dose of aesthetics to it.  Beauty is an important inducer of inner peace.  I sought out a piece that was beautiful in a different way.  I did not want to have something symmetrical.  You see, I am not a great champion of symmetry.  Those of you who have been around a while, know this about me.  I admire beauty such as it is found in nature.  Nature does not present its beauty in symmetry.  Don't go outside to check it out.  Look at the person you've been married to for the last century.  Is that person perfectly symmetrical?  Of course not.  Is that person beautiful?  Of course.  
So.   I chose this picture because the artist is not a symmetricist.  Right now, my coconut is so far out of symmetry that it is approaching disharmony, or discord.  I have competing things to do and I have competing satisfactions that I want to continue to enjoy before I straighten out my mind.  Trouble is, I don't have enough time to  sit back and enjoy it.  So, I am taking the time to let you know that you are not the only one to whom this happens.  Life gets out of symmetry often.  Like now for some of us.  We have a friend who has just died.  We know that there are many people in grief over this.  We also know that many of those same people have not been in our lives for a long time.  We think of the good times we had together.  We wonder if this is an appropriate time to talk about them.  We wonder if these same people have the same outlook on dying and living that we do.  We strive to be ourselves and at the same time we strive to practice what our culture drives us to do.  We seek symmetry of calm and we have a heard time finding it.  I do what I do.  I find a whacko painting and strive to see the beauty that the artist wanted me to see and it calms me down.  It doesn't get my work done, but it does make me feel more quiet. (:-)
Let me leave you with this, in an attempt to make you feel better...In the last five days I have three friends who have died and two more who have developed some nasty health problems.  All of this across the globe.  Madgascar, France, Philippines, New England.  Just as there are jokes that do not cross cultural lines, I'm here to tell you that neither do the rituals of expressing emotions in the great changes that we suffer in life.  The results are all the same.  The personal emotions and their expressions are not.  Whooo...all that and Chinese New Year too!
Now, I have to see if I can start what I have to finish by 
Tuesday, 9:00 AM

Saturday, January 28, 2012

SOMEDAY I'LL GO SEE HER

(French lullaby) "J'irai la voir un jour"  I'll go see her one day
Au ciel, dans la patrie,              In heaven, in the homeland
Oui j'irai voir Marie,                   Yes, I'll go to see Mary
Ma joie et mon amour.              My love and my joy

Au ciel, au ciel, au ciel,              Above, Above, Above (In heaven, In heaven, In heaven)
j'irai la voir un jour.                   I'll go  see her one day
Au ciel, au ciel, au ciel,              Above, Above, Above
j'irai la voir un jour.                   I'll go see her one day

J'irai la voir un jour!                   I'll go see her one day
J'irai m'unir aux anges,              I'll join the choir of angels
Pour chanter ses louanges       To sing Mary's praises
Et pour former sa cour.             And provide her with a court

J'irai la voir un jour,                   I'll go see her one day
Cette Vierge si belle!                 This beautiful, sweet Virgin
Bientôt j'irai près d'elle              Soon I'll be by her side
Lui dire mon amour.                   To tell her my great love

J'irai la voir un jour!                    I'll go see her one day
J'irai près de son trône               I'll go right by her throne
Recevoir ma couronne                To receive my longed for crown
Dans l'éternel séjour.                 In my eternal sojourn.

J'irai la voir un jour!                    I'll go see her one day
J'irai, loin de la terre,                  I'll go far away from earth
Sur le coeur de ma Mère             To rest on my Mom's heart
Reposer sans retour.                  To rest without return.


I have taken the opportunity of Ronald Chateauneuf's eternal visit to Mama Mary to translate this wonderful, traditional French canticle.  If it is sung at Ronald's funeral Mass, many will not have the joy of understanding it.  I went to Google and could not find a translation that I respected.  So I did this one.  As many of you are aware, a French Canadian funeral is not complete without this popular prayer being sung as the coffin is guided out of the church for the last time.
Many of you readers do not relate to this particularly important vestige of North American French culture.  However, I have taken this opportunity to make this page of the "365 Thoughts..." blog a singular autobiographical note for all of you and especially for my two sons, who someday may even take the time to read through these silly pages in a moment of nostalgia. 
A final note of intellectual curiosity.  Notice I call this a canticle.  It is because it forms part of popular piety, not high level liturgy.  It translates popular faith practices into simple, easy to learn repetitive words and musical phrases.  It is more a catechism than a theology.  It is hard to forget and easily passes into the tradition of the community from which it springs. There are many examples of canticles.  We just don't bother to apply that label to them because the word does sound like a $50.00 piece of language.  But you know me.  You know that I never pass up a chance to spring $50.00 words on you.  At least this time I gave you fair warning!

GONE PHISHING -- A GOOD EXAMPLE

In the name of 21st century education for my audience of beloved friends, neighbors, relatives and anyone else who may have the good fortune to read this blog.
The highlighted areas are points of instruction.

Your Gmail Account Update!!!
Inbox
x

Gmail Team remoo@telus.net  (1) Subcontractor for mass
mailings.  Why would your email carrier use a mass 

mailing contractor to contact you.  And a Canadian one at that?
Jan 26 (1 day ago)
to undisclosed recipients
  Doesn't your carrier know your name?

Gmail






Dear Valid User,  Once again, doesn't your carrier know your name?

                               Grammar = "a"?                Grammar "being" ?  
Our Account users discovered series of illegal attempts on your Gmail 
account from different IP locations.This is for your own safety to avoid 
your account closed, you will have to verify your account by filling out
 your Log-in below by clicking the reply button. Account will be de-
activated and erased from our database if no response in 72 hours. We 
apologies for any inconveniences.          English usage 
     Spelling      After receiving the information requested you 
will be able to continue using your Account.
User name:..
Password:..
Date Of Birth:..    Your carrier will never require this information of you in 

                                       a mass mailing
Occupation:..        
Country Of Residence:..




- The Gmail Team
Please note that importing is not available if you're using Internet Explorer 6.0. To take 
advantage of the latest Gmail features, please upgrade to a fully supported browser.
Copyright @2012


I hope that this blog post featuring a real email that I 


received from some dishonest people helps to make 


you more sharply 
aware of what to look f

or in your 





email.







That's it for today.