So here we are, and I wish I could say that we’ve come to the end of the road.
But it has all just begun.
Thirteen years… Thirteen years of schooling narrowed down to one score. And I’m not sure what to say.
I am caught between a world of apprehension and indifference. I know I stopped trying at some point, but I never lost direction – never lost sight of where I wanted to be. And where I still want to be. With uni interviews over and finding out my ATAR just around the corner, let’s see what I’ve had piled on my plate thus far.
So I don’t post as often as I’d like to because there is a big fat rhinoceros in my way. That rhinoceros is VCE and I am going to punch it in the gut with my good friend Sir Ken Robinson.
This is a copy of a speech I have to present for English on the 3rd of March *scared/proundface*. I don’t care about publishing it here because I am pretty sure nobody has the same speaking style or interest in education issues as I. Really, nobody seems to give a single shit.
Anyway, so my speech is on this topic because I like being graded on why the system is awful as a part of the system. Quiet rebellion to stroke my grades.
I will break the post up with images, to go easy on the eyes. It was almost 2000 words and I only had 10 minutes max, so I cut out about 500 words. This isn’t the original post, but it is shorter and more refined.
Now, with the recent debate over the proposed National curriculum, attention has also been brought to the VCE system and its major flaws. VCE is a system in desperate need of change – a shifting of paradigms. The inconsistent, unfair, inadequate and irrelevant content and means of grading need to be reshaped. They call the VCE ‘post-compulsory’, but it is clear that the qualification is a must for many courses. They call the system of scaling ‘fair’, a ruse of the VCAA to promote something which just blatantly isn’t. As a student currently in year 12, the issue of reformation in the system has become a big part of my life – if not only for me, for the future of this nation. Read more
Life is crazy.
Have some graphs, the fruits of my painful life.
I have no idea why they came out pixellated from a high def camera.
Suck it up, princess.
Outies; Cinnah.x
The idea of book trailers is to kind of work like movie trailers – to advertise a book.
However, one needs to try guess the well known book before the trailer is over.
Within the wording and graphics of the trailer there are hints, see if you can guess it :p
This was made for my school’s Literacy week celebrations, in which I have been asked to contribute much to. Read more
Hello my minions, how have we been?
I’ve gotten slack, due to lack of inspiration, time, and concentration.
My teachers should be thanked, without their help, there wouldn’t be homework this is helping procrastinate against.
So , what’s the topic for today you ask? That is a mighty fine question indeed, grasshopper.
The thing is, I have been trying for so long to figure out what to blog about, there’s just too much to say. Too few people who will care. Too many who will take offence in it. There are so many thoughts going through my head at once that I can’t just pick a topic and go for it. Nothing has been inspiring me to write like mad. So I’ve decided, while the next post gets prepared, this one shall contain all it is I’ve thought of on my way to getting to this next post. (topic withheld)
This article is an open response to this article and its accompaning illustration (to be found later in this post). The article was found in “The Age” newspaper, issue 1/2/2009. Enjoy, kids.
To begin, I am generally more of a “Herald Sun” reader. The age is generally too upper-crust for a inner-city teenage simpleton like myself. When I am not busily pushing envelopes I do enjoy making fun of things. You could call it a hobby. A sick, mean, and yet hillarious hobby. Mr Mangan, please do not take this personally. Take this on behalf of your generation (and, to some degree – my generation for misleading you). Read more