sexta-feira, 22 de julho de 2011

What Techers Make, or Objection Overruled, or If things don't work out, you can always go to law school, by Taylor Mali

What Teachers Make, or Objection Overruled, or If Things Don't Work Out, You Can Always Go To Law School by Taylor Mali
He says the problem with teachers is, "What's a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"
He reminds the other dinner guests that it's true what they say about
teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can't, teach.

I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the other dinner guests
that it's also true what they say about lawyers.

Because we're eating, after all, and this is polite company.

"I mean, you're a teacher, Taylor," he says.
"Be honest. What do you make?"

And I wish he hadn't done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional medal of honor
and an A- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won't I let you get a drink of water?
Because you're not thirsty, you're bored, that's why.

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven't called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, "Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don't you?"
And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write, write, write.
And then I make them read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely
beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math.
And hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).

Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a goddamn difference! What about you?

quinta-feira, 21 de julho de 2011

Dentro


Sociedade. A sociedade é para as pessoas o que um mordomo é para os livros de mistério. Um monte de gente que não sabem realmente o qual é a causa de cada mal que lhes aflige. Não têm conhecimento, interesse ou coragem de apontar o dedo e dizer é você. Você é o culpado do mal. Têm preguiça de pegar a pá e cavar em busca da raíz. Afinal, é muito mais fácil culpar aquilo que todos culpam, aquilo que ninguém sabe realmente o que é. Sociedade. Um conjunto de pessoas reclamando dos problemas que um conjunto de pessoas faz. A roupa suja não se limpa sozinha.


Sociedade. Um monstro de sete cabeças, que pode ser estudado, mas nunca compreendido. De cada ângulo que você olha, uma coisa. Um problema daqui, uma vantagem de lá. A sociedade é como a verdade, ninguém sabe o que ela é.

Talk with Sooyoung, from Korea


You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: Buddy the elf, what's your favourite color?
Stranger: blue
You: like the sky or like the ocean?
Stranger: like the ocean
You: oh, nice choice
Stranger: yeah ☺
You: so, wazzup?
Stranger: nothing special, you?
You: huh
You: i play chess
Stranger: really
Stranger: I think difficult
You: you find a way
You: asl?
Stranger: 16 f korea
You: oh, that's nice
You: im 15 m brazil
Stranger: wow
Stranger: another side
You: yeah, hahaha
You: so, what's your favourite food?
Stranger: Sushi
You: here we eat rice and beans
Stranger: good
You: but we do have a few places where they sell oriental food
Stranger: yeah cool, here don't have places with brazilian food
Stranger: :(
You: too bad