Custer’s last stand revisited
Survival of the Fittest Was Just Dumb Luck: A Florida education is somewhat of an oxymoron (moron): A unique privilege and the stigmata of el Cristo.
Of the fifty or more states in the US, only Florida accepted my college application. The admission’s officer in the great country of Massachusetts wrote on my returned application “With grades like yours, I don’t see how you got out of high school. I don’t think any college in the United States will accept you. “
Is Florida in the USA?: Rejection, Rejection, rejection. Location, Location, Location (Broward County, Florida 33509). Community college was tough. Last two years of undergraduate was a struggle. Graduate school was fairly easy. This post is about a Graduate class in Florida Atlantic University, Boca Raton Florida. Suli Breaks got it right.
The last cracker in the box – the Last Student in the Class: The class was a psychology class, standardized testing: Stanford-Benoit and Wexler scales. The professor was so bad (how bad was he), the student started dropping out in the third lecture. By the end of the semester, there were only 2 students left. All of Custer’s soldiers had deserted.
The last class finally arrived and I was the only student left (survival of the clueless). Every student in the class had dropped out, it was only him and I. He said, “Well, I guess I was too boring.” He then proceeded with his last two-hour lecture. I listened politely. He shook my hand, and said “Okay, You got the job.” He was the head of Broward County Psychological Services. I got an A in the class and I started work August of that year. The old adage that shit happens and “dumb luck” also, both must be facts of life.
Sidebar #1: My duties included mostly psychometrics- you observed, measured skill levels and recorded your observations. It was kind of like being the dullest butter knife in the drawer. I was lucky enough to test some Seminole Indian children (sundials in the valley of darkness) and a large collection of EMH kids (Children of a Lesser God). I was grateful for the opportunity.
Good night to the Alternate Universes. The truth is in the eye of the beholder.
Why I Hate School But Love Education by Suli Breaks So you want to get a degree, why? Let me tell you what society would tell you, increases your chances of getting a job, provides you with an opportunity to be successful, your life will be a lot less stressful, education is the key. Now, let me tell you what your parents would tell you, make me proud, increases your chances of getting a job, provides you with an opportunity to be successful, your life will be a lot less stressful, education is the key. Now let’s look at the statistics, Steve Jobs’ net worth $7 billion R.I.P; Richard Branson net worth $4.2 billion; Oprah Winfrey net worth $2.7 billion; Mark Zuckerberg, Henry Ford, Steven Spielberg, Bill Gates now here comes the coup, the grace. Looking at these individuals, what’s your conclusion? Neither of them in being successful ever graduated from a higher learning institution, now some of you would protest like, you know money is only the medium by which one measures worldly success, some of you even have the nerve to say, I don’t do it for the money, so what are studying for? To work for a charity, need more clarity? Let’s look at the statistics, Jesus, Mohammed, Socrates, Malcolm X, Mother Teresa, Spielberg, Shakespeare, Beethoven, Jesse Owens, Muhammad Ali, Sean Carter, Michael Jeffrey Jordan, Michael Joseph Jackson were either of these people unsuccessful or uneducated? All I’m saying is that if there was a family tree, hard work and education would be related, but school would probably be a distant cousin. If education is the key, then school is the lock. Because it really ever develops your mind to the point where it can perceive red as green and continue to go when someone else said stop, because as long as you follow the rules and pass the exams, you’re cool. But are you aware that examiners have a checklist? And if your answer is something outside of the box, the automatic response is a cross, and then they claim that school expands your horizons and your visions. Well, tell that to Malcolm X, who dropped out of school and is world renowned for what he learned in a prison. Proverbs 17:16, It does a fool no good to spend money on education, why? Because he has no common sense, George Bush need I say more. “Education is about inspiring ones mind not just filling their head”. And take this from me, because I’m a educated man myself, who only came to this realization after countless nights in the library with a can of Red Bull keeping me awake till doing in another can in the morn, falling asleep in between paws of books which probably equates the same amount I’ve spent on my rent, memorize equations, facts and dates, write it down to the letter, half of which I’d never remember, and half of which I forget straight after the exam, and before the start of the next semester, asking anyone if they had notes for the last lecture? I often found myself running to class, just so I could find the spot on which I could rest my head and fall asleep without making a scene, ironic because that’s the only time I ever spent in university of chasing my dreams. And then after nights with a dead-mind; identifying myself in the queue of half awake student zombies waiting to hand in an assignment, maybe that’s why they call it a dead line. And then after three years of mental suppression and frustration, my proud mother didn’t even turn up to my graduation. Now I’m not saying that school is evil, and there’s nothing to gain, but all I’m saying is, understand your morals and reassess your aims, because if you want a job working for someone else, then help yourself. But then that would be a contradiction, because you wouldn’t have really be helping yourself, you’ll be helping somebody else; there’s a saying, which says: “if you don’t build your dream, someone else will hire you to help build theirs”. Redefine, how you view education. Understand its true meaning. Education is not just about regurgitating facts from a book on someone else’s opinion on a subject to pass an exam. Look at it, Picasso was educated in creating art; Shakespeare was educated in the art of all that was written. Colonel Harland Sanders was educated in the art of creating Kentucky Fried Chicken. I once saw David Beckham take a free kick, I watched as the side of his Adidas sponsored boot hit the playing level of ball at angle which caused it to travel towards the skies as though it was destined for the heavens. And then as he reached the peak of his momentum, as though he changed its mind, and switched directions, I watched as the goalkeeper froze, as though he recited to himself to lose the physics, and as though his brain was negotiating with his eyes that was indeed witnessing the spectacle of the level swung that was sweeping towards it, and then reacted. But only a fraction of a millisecond too late, and before the net of the goal embrace the fee for sponsored ballers, as there was the prodigal son returning home and the country that I live in erupted into cheers. I look to the play, and thought, damn. Looking at David Beckham is more than one way in this world to be an educated man.
Portland's Wilted Flowers 