My Greater Future

What do you think the purpose of education should be? Are current educational systems operating towards this purpose? I believe that education serves a number of purposes. Ideally I think it would be a “Great Equalizer” in the sense that people would come out of education having achieved a standard form of opportunity—one that would provide an individual the ability to support themselves on a living wage and pursue family, recreation, or further education as it pleases them. Something I wonder now is how fixing the biases of society would reveal the successes and failures of education, and vice versa, in being that “great equalizer.” I don’t believe an equitable school alone can overcome prejudice against an identity. Under our modern American circumstances, I believe an emerging purpose of schooling is to teach students critical empathy, a way of maintaining one’s compassion and emotion as a part of rationalization. The economic system under which the United States functions is cap...

Giroux’s Anti-Positivism and Critical Race Theory in American Schooling Summary Schooling and the Culture of Positivism, by Henry A. Giroux, details his perspective that positivism (as a normative pattern of thinking) is problematic to, and the cause of, theories that there has been a “death of history,” which he criticizes for being reductive and pessimistic. He believes that neo-Marxist and phenomenological theorists have so far neglected to examine how the role of positivism affects schooling. Giroux chooses to address the topic of America’s “loss of interest” in history because he believes it is a unique example of the problem of positivism that schools connect to larger society (2011, p. 20), as well as history being the ironic, singular location of the root of the ideology. Giroux criticizes the presence of positivism in the hegemony of education for its “limited focus on objectivity, efficiency, and technique,” (2011, p. 20). Giroux traces positivism to the industrial...

This essay reflects on an observation of a German 1010 class at my university. Arriving at the classroom, Ruthie and I found that Twitchell was very popular with his students. Several minutes before class began, there was excited discussion of popular media gathered around where he sat at the front of the room. Between his students, we managed to introduce ourselves and select seats at the back. My first note was that Twitchell was only speaking English so far, but I realized we were a minute from the start of the hour. The moment class began, Twitchell switched from English to German and his students gave their rapt attention. Twitchell only spoke the target language for nearly the rest of class, even in giving instruction. Using PowerPoint slides to display grammar and spelling on the board as well as repetition of key concepts and phrases, he got his students to catch on to their roles and participate collectively. The speed by which this occurred indicated to me that this is his...

A Facebook response: The more I've engaged with enduring and complex literature, the more I've understood why a lot of mainstream books and movies are not at the same caliber as others... What I find to be the difference is that ideas can either be retread or granted new insight. Marvel movies are not consistent in providing any insight—they do occasionally, especially within their genre and for their audience, but I think the nature of their function as multi-billion dollar products collapses their potential to break new ground. Marvel uses outdated, repetitive writings tropes to convey character growth and advance plot, and when it comes to cinema, the way the movies are shot and acted is really rarely top of the game, arguably because the characters and ideas are not that compelling to begin with. They have the budget and talent to do these things, but it isn't done because it doesn't have to be to make a billion dollars. I would, however, argue that literature ca...

The family is led down the stairs and into another dirty room.  They find themselves lined up against a wall, as a group of criminals may stand before a firing squad.  They did not know how close they were to that fate.  First to go was the father, once the mighty Czar of Russia.  Next they open fire on the Czar’s wife and children.  They are all dead in minutes.  Now all there is left to do is dispose of the bodies.  Can you imagine a young princess and haemophilic, adolescent boy escaping this situation?  In a Disney film, yes, this is perfectly possible, but in a heartless environment it unlikely even the young princess, Anastasia, would survive.  Making it across the harsh environment of Russia and through the revolutionary cities and towns was another matter.  Beyond the enormous amount of obstacles, there is also her DNA comparison, possible true identity, and her doubting past relations. Even though some of the Russian roya...

     When Charlotte first met Marius Showers-Bagley, she did not know her love at first sight was to become such a pit-falled path.  That her romance would soon become a tragedy.      The drama began in 9th grade of her prestigious music school, when Charlotte discovered that Marius had acquired a girlfriend.  At the time she had thought she and Marius had been dating, even though they had never voiced that assumption.  The discovery was a blow to Charlotte's self-esteem, but she retained her good-standing and continued life undeterred.  Friends of hers brought it up every once in a while, but she never let it unhinge her.  The alleged girlfriend was a rude Swedish girl named Patricia Starley.  Patricia was unbelievably hebetudinous and actually quite ugly.  No one knew what Marius saw in her.  Through all of this, Charlotte went on wishing she could have Marius, hating him and loving him at the same time.  Many...

        After the cataclysmic event that almost eliminated the entire world’s population it was figured that the world’s population was left at at an estimated triple digit number, lightly scattered across the globe.  Think of this as opposed to the almost 7,000,000,000 thickly spread across the Earth back before the incident.  The only option was to start over.  Luckily there were remnants of the modern world that would benefit in the rehabilitation of planet earth and the human population.  But we had to make it work. My company and I (a solemn group of less than 30) were, as if by fate, blown by storms to a large island that was once called Tasmania.  A large island for a small population just south of the better known country/continent once called Australia.  When we first arrived we had been half starved and dehydrated.  We had set off from the resource exhausted Australia in hopes of finding better land and were coming back...

     I am readying for bed when from the edge of my vision I spy something scurrying, yes, scurrying, across my ceiling.  I look to see a spider, but not any spider.  It is the spider.  The spider of terror and fear and sleep deprivation.  His appearance in my room preventing any sleep at all.  Just nights earlier it violated my bed.   My bed.  On the floor I slept that night.  But here it lay, so vulnerable and defenseless.  No movement whatsoever from its' perch upon my ceiling.  As I desperately search for a weapon long enough to reach, to crush, to end my nightmare, it never moves.  Alas, no such weapons appear.  But then it is there.  A green ball, to serve a noble duty.  I snatch the ball from its' home and ready to throw.  The spider upon my ceiling has not moved.  I throw, but no, oh no, I miss.  But the thing does not move!  As if it welcomes the gigantic green orb to crush...

   As I walked down the corridor noticed that nothing was going as planned. First off, no one did what I said and no one cared what I said.  This, sadly, angered me to no end.  All I wanted was to kill all of them.  All of them.  None of those thoughts again.  Please, God, none of them!  Anyways, of I were to get my hands on one of them... ah! I refuse to continue that train of thought.    "Very well." I said aloud.    "You are very capable of responding in my head!"  I replied.    "Oh really, but is that this fun?"    "Well, I'd never-"    "Ha, like you would ever act on one of your threats!"    "Darnit, you have them staring again!"    "Like you would do anything about it..."    I roared in anger and grabbed my throat, trying to squeeze me out of myself.  I then realized this was not getting me anywhere.  I would not leave until I died.  O...

This is for anyone that eagerly awaits my next posts. I have been busy with school a lot, and this was really only made to be a school project.  I presume I will begin posting more things.  Especially once I get my website up.

In commemoration of my new website.  To be up soon.

About their gestation crates, a horrible way of keeping livestock. Get rid of your gestation crates.  The sad, sad truth about your criminal company. The incredible amount of torture shown in your horrendous facilities frightens me.  The fact that you would tolerate such cruel people and torture of animals.  How about we lock you in a crate, never able to move or get out.  Your gums bleeding, teeth long since rotted away.  Pain tearing through you due to the wounds scattered across your body.  Sores eating away at you.  Slowly going mad as thousands of people around you, friends and family, cry out for help, unheard by the people YOU hired.  You watch as your child is thrown into a bin by worker.  Your child screaming out to you for help as someone brings their fist down upon their head.  You are powerless to help, but as you try to speak to them a whip licks your back, tearing at your skin, ripping open old wounds and filling your ba...

Oprah helps a ton of people all the time but she cannot help herself.  She always donates to organizations, helps families, feeds the hungry, but she herself is in danger, her family in crisis.  She is being hunted but she helps children and animals to not be hunted in Africa.  Oprah sits and thinks.  Right now she cannot even solve her own family issues.  Her pack members (considered her family) are in trouble.  They are becoming corrupt or just not obeying, yet she is always solving these problems for common every day people.  On her show she has helped so many families through their problems.  Whether it be a problematic child or a cheating spouse.  One time she even brought a family together, one who was split from each other by electronics..  Yet at home she cannot keep her own family together because of electronics.

I sit here and wonder to myself, how did this come to be.  I have incredible amounts of money, so how did I end up in this crap hole of a house.   Shouldn't I be out, helping others with their problems?  Of course I should!  But no, I am here at the house cleaning Messie's mess.  How she got such a name, I wonder.  Would someone really name their child Messie? And then let her aspire to be a slob?  So I decided to confront her with her unseemly problem.  I considered inviting my friend Phil over, but I hadn't time.  "Messie?" "Huh" she said, and burped loudly.  I was disgusted. "I really think you need to make change with your-" "My what?" said Messie, clearly getting angry.  I had stopped speaking because my other roomy, Marten, had appeared and shook his head. "Perhaps it was nothing, I forgot..." I said, then ran over to Marten. "What?" I whispered. "You do not want to get on her bad side, I know you...

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My favourite short story is this: http://www.wattpad.com/1014508-random-and-awesome-short-stories-revenge-of-the You have to go into a drop down menu and then  click Revenge of the Calves This was written by a girl I will probably never know in any way shape or form but the story has a great moral.

     I am going to the moon soon.  The reason is that I stepped in dog poo.  Well not only that.  I am also being chased by goons.  It all started when I used my rook to kill the king of an opponent in a chess tournament.  The man I was opposing turned out to be the leader of a criminal corporation.  They cooperate well together.  Not blundering fools like in the movies.  The leader cries out "Gadzooks" as if only surprised by his sudden loss of the game.  Then men in the onlooking crowd yell "Moo" as if only differentiating from the social norm.  And then they are upon you.  Luckily I am smarter than that and suspected code when he first uttered the sound of consonant G.  Right then I had risen from the table and sprinted towards the auditorium doors.  Once out the front door I began crossing the wide lawn before me.  But on the way I stepped in dog poo, as mentioned earlier.  Now thoroughly ...

     Oprah hires tabloids to write about things all the time.  She does this to hide what she really does in her free time.  While she really does love to donate and attend charity events she has a much more important underground.      She appears to be a pack leader.  She must have that basketball court for someone's use.  Not to mention the enormous hedges around it.  As if she doesn't want anyone to see anything in that area.  Unless maybe she has an expensive futuristic jet under her basket ball court, like some high profile mutants I know....      Back on track.  With Oprah attending all kinds of charity events no one would suspect a double life.  Like Hannah Montana in her television show.  But done a lot better by professionals.  Oprah's pack is most likely very large and extended over various states and countries.  But most would live near or with her.  ...

 Oprah's Boyfriend Oprah's boyfriend, Stedman Graham, is positively wolfy.  He has that furry little mustache and something about him just screams canine.  His eyes tell a story of sorrow and persecution at the hands of werewolf hunters.  Stedman Graham, Werewolf Oprah can connect to the government through Stedman, with a friend named Chaka Fattah.  The democrat of Pennsylvania.  I have sent an email to Chaka Fattah, inquiring if he is a werewolf. Chaka Fattah, Pennsylvania Representative and possible werewolf.