Education don’t have to be hard

I have finally adjusted to the new school, and it seem to be going well. I have trouble with the teachers from time to time. Within politics, education is one of my favourite subjects, and apparently they don’t like my untraditional way – and still being taught that traditions is barely visible in the western world.
The teachings of this school is much alike my previous school. The only difference is the words. It’s basically the same stuff, just new and more complex words to describe things, however I do learn new things, especially in mathematics, but definitely not because of books or long boring speeches. I just tried to use my head, putting bits and pieces together, and much made sense. Well, not sense in particular, it isn’t exactly logic, but I was able to figure out some results.
I think many teachers ask themselves, “Why don’t they bother learning this?”, and I simply don’t understand how those teachers has missed the question, “Why are we being taught this?”. Do you know why I need to calculate a triangle? I want to become a journalist or lawyer, not mathematician or scientist in particular. I don’t want to know these things, and neither teachers or government can tell us exactly why a journalist need to calculate triangles.
Our educations system sucks!

A funny story from the University of Washinton

I was going through Scribd.com just now, and found a funny story from the University of Washington. The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term exam. The answer by one student was so “profound” that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well…

Here is the “Bonus Question” on the exam: “Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?”
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle’s Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let’s look at the different Religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle’s Law states that in order for the temperature and
pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa (a girlfriend of mine during my Freshman year) that, “it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you”, and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.

The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct…leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting “Oh my God.”

He was the only student who received an A. This story isn’t just funny, but it made me think. I do spend some time to think about religious questions, and he has a quite interesting theory, which could be a lead argument in debates. Yay, I found a new way to piss of Christians…

Will of the Heart

When I was 5 years old, I started in school. I wasn’t even the youngest in my class, second though. I think we were eight or nine pupils. And of course, I knew nobody. People joined into groups rapidly. My first best friend was Anders. Me and Anders became friends with two girls and a boy from 2nd grade, we were in what you may call preschool. Everybody got along very well, it was a special class. We weren’t fighting that much. In third grade, two classes was combined. Same level, however I left the school just before third grade, and joined another school. When I joined the new school, I knew a few people and it was nice to actually be able to talk to somebody. It’s hard to join a class, if you don’t know anyone at all. After 6 months, I got sick of it. I truly preferred my old school, I never liked the fighting. Everyday was like miniature war. Windows was broken, even boys cried. Nobody paid attention to the teacher. I was no more than 10 years old, and of course I joined the other boys in playing Gameboy in mathematics. Before I got along with the girls, seriously, in first grade I french-kissed with two third graders. So I returned to my old school in the end. Twice as big now. My old best friend found another, and the first day I walked into my new classroom, I never felt so sad and lonely. Everybody looked at me, nobody was happy to see me again. Even though, I got friends again. More friends… but they weren’t. It was just some guys I hung out with. I didn’t get along with the girls that much, I did talk little to my old friend, Lykke (Happy, Lucky), but it was never the same. Then my “best” friend left the school, and once again, I was all alone, and it didn’t help that I sucked at every single class. I couldn’t write, read, talk foreign languages such as English, couldn’t do mathematics.
I hung out with some guys, I played football with once, but it wasn’t friendship. Something that I’ve longed for. Around 5-6th grade, I joined a little group of nerds. Now, that was something. I wasn’t exactly good at anything among these people. It helped me, I started to get better when I was happy. In the end of the year, I was much better than anyone else. I could think! Mathematics didn’t help, but I do have an estimated IQ on 129 at the age of 15. I wasn’t the top of my class, but I had more potential than anybody else. I wasn’t good at school or grades, because our educational system wasn’t fit for me, but I was good at one thing. Learning. My learning capabilities came along with my happiness, I could talk to people, which I enjoyed. Those nerds, my best friends – true friends, saved me in those last three years. We were known as “The Nerds of the Round Table”, as we did sit around a round table every recess. Nanna joined too. She helped me alot too, she was my competition. The only reason I started working for my grades was because of her. I lived to earn hers respect.
Now, we’re going to split up. I’m joining 1c at a new school. 22 girls, 8 boys. I don’t know anybody, and it scares me. Is my heart strong enough to gain new friends? I never had that instinct, and it is rare for me to get friends. Will my grades and capabilities drop to unrecognisably? My confidence is… not a touchy subject, but hard. I have low self esteem, but high confidence? You may ask what the difference is, but I don’t got an answer for that one yet.

Is my will of the heart strong enough to beat the challenge of life? It’s like I’m a gladiator, forced to accept a challenge – and I think I’m close to loosing.

Super cool school

Steli Efti, the founder of Supercoolschool, has written a very interesting ebook.
It begins like this:

7 Lessons You Learned @ School That Could Possibly Ruin Your Life

How the public school system tried (successfully or not) to inhibit your development and seven simple remedies for your personal freedom. Read, reflect, discuss and take action – that ́s what it’s all about. To start a conversation with you and make some positive changes [...].

Read more here.
This some of the most revolutionary words I’ve seen in a long time. My exam objects tells me to do one thing, but I do another. I failed the test, but I’ve written something that matters, something out of order, something others call unrealistic, but it expanded what truth is.