Monday, April 04, 2005

Idiocy of Day -  Bad, Bad, Evil, Red Pens

First, quotes to get you started: At Daniels Farm Elementary School in Trumbull, Connecticut, Karwoski’s teachers grade papers by giving examples of better answers for those students who make mistakes. But that approach meant the kids often found their work covered in red, the color that teachers long have used to grade work. Parents objected. Red writing, they said, was “stressful.” The principal said teachers were just giving constructive advice and the color of ink used to convey that message should not matter. But some parents could not let it go. So the school put red on the blacklist. Blue and other colors are in.

I just cannot believe that parents are worrying that red correction marks on kids’ papers are making them feel so very very badly.  Hello, papers are graded in red.  It stands out.  It corrects the stuff you did wrong, which unless you’re the perfect student, happens.  My parents had their papers corrected in red, maybe not ink, but surely red stone.  heh My three brothers and I, we all managed to grow up just fine handling those terribly stressful years of teachers correcting our papers.  It’s a miracle that we came out of it alive!  Well, as you know, red is “stressful”.

C’mon, let’s just worry about the increasing lack of literacy amongst children.  They’re more worried about giving blowjobs to their 14 year old friends (I kid you not, it was in the paper today) than their schoolwork.  Red ink should be the least of their problems.  Gah, it’s SO STUPID!

Now, now, Flippy, there were clearly some errors in the above entry.  The children are not just worried about blowjobs, they’re saying that they’ll considering having sex within the next six months.  Sex.  At 14.  When I was 14, I wanted to hang out with friends and play softball.  I wanted to order pizza with my family and watch The Six Million Dollar Man.  I wanted to read books.  I wanted to talk on the phone.  No way in my mind did I ever consider 14 appropriate for blowjobs or intercourse…and then, I had crushes on boys.  James Rincon, you broke my junior high heart, not crushing back on me.  Although, no way did I consider you worthy for blowjobs.  We both survived, yet ironically, we both ended up with red ink used on our papers.  Especially in evil Mrs. Pierce’s Spanish class.  I don’t think she liked kids, yet still, her red ink did not harm me for life.

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1. Hey, this is James Rincon… or at least, A james rincon.  who is this?? Where are you from?  Is that about me?  Just curious.

   James Rincon  on  03/28  at  12:17 AM

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