From the Halls of Academia,
To an Indian tepee,
We lie about European history,
In our books, in class, and on TV.
First to fight for diversity and perversion,
And to keep our liberal records clean,
We are proud to claim the title,
The ‘Culturally Diverse Academic Deans’.
I have HAD it, readers!
I have finally reached that point where I am no longer willing to continue slogging through the asinine wasteland that is American education.
The military decided to pay my tuition and gave me a living wage as long as I stayed enrolled and maintained a certain grade point average. The bar for this deal is fairly low; the average veteran needs only a 2.8 GPA to maintain his benefits. I’ve kept a 4.0 consistently. All A’s.
But no…I’ve had it.
I’m at the breaking point now. I’m so sick of this “education” game. The military can’t even *PAY* me to attend anymore. I quit!
Americans teach all subjects the same way. Learn to play the game in one class and you’ll find you’re adept at it in all. It’s an unmanly, feminine method which stresses memorization over learning broad conceptual relationships. All classes, regardless of subject matter, operate in the same way.
Instead of learning *why* the language operates as is does, we’re expected to memorize long lists of phrases and vocabulary. And we’re supposed to remember where the accent marks go. We’re not to know anything about verb conjugation or Spanish grammar, instead, we’re simply supposed to remember that ‘yo soy’ and ‘nosotros son’ have their respective meanings that correlate (roughly) to English use of similar vocabulary. It’s maddening. How do you say “KEEP YOUR FISH PLATTER!! I WANT TO LEARN HOW TO BAIT MY HOOK!!” en Espanol?
In every class, there’s always a feminist, fresh out of highschool, whom I find completely insufferable. In *EVERY* case she equates crass memorization with intelligence. She’s smart because when teacher utters sentence “A”, she religiously scribbles sentence “A” then mindlessly repeats sentence “A” minutes later in response to the teacher’s pandering. And oh is she smug about it.
But she’s only memorizing operations. She’s memorizing motions and movements. She has no idea why the rules operate as they do. She has no notion of what axioms are or why the universe displays such brilliant symmetry. No. She’s a trained monkey who thinks she’ll one day govern our pagan democracy (“girl-power” don-cha-know?)
DON’T ASK ME TO MEMORIZE the formula for finding the area of a triangle! TEACH me how to derive the formula on my own and show me why the formula succeeds as it does!
Should I carry on with all my other “Items”? It’s the same story in every subject. They’ve even managed to turn British Literature into this same format of idiocy.
I’m done with it. I’m done with all of it.
What good will a slip of paper from a bunch of pagans do me in this life anyway?
“I’m a bona-fide Plantation Worker, A-yea-up! This here piece of paper proves it! I vaccinate my kids, pour toxic chemicals down their throats, shop at Wal-Mart, and spend my every waking moment parked in front of a television!”
Unplugging might just be the biggest revolutionary act I can perform at this point in my life.
I’m off to Newport News to work with my hands.
Academia can burn along with the rest of the plantation.