NY City Students Defend Poor School With … What Else ? Poorly Written Letters

Quite insightful


Teens Defend ‘Fail Factory’ School In Error-Filled Letters

Teens defend ‘fail factory’ school in error-filled letters

” Earlier this month, The Post exposed a scheme at Manhattan’s Murry Bergtraum HS for Business Careers in which failing students could get full credit without attending class, but instead watch video lessons and take tests online. One social-studies teacher had a roster of 475 students in all grades and subjects.

  Red-faced administrators encouraged a student letter-writing campaign to attack The Post and defend its “blended learning” program. Eighteen kids e-mailed to argue that their alma mater got a bad rap.

  Almost every letter was filled with spelling, grammar and punctuation errors.

  A junior wrote: “What do you get of giving false accusations im one of the students that has blended learning I had a course of English and I passed and and it helped a lot you’re a reported your support to get truth information other than starting…

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Posted by on February 24, 2014 in Uncategorized


Lost Boys Drinkalong #DrunkOfUs

These are some brilliant ideas for a Saturday afternoon, or any time you’re watching Lost Boys. Happy weekend everyone, and Thanks Snobbery for the great ideas!

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Posted by on February 22, 2014 in Uncategorized


What Will Kill Your Mojo?

I was on a roll! I was pumping out entries and scheduling them and writing over on this other site over here, and doing a little bit of work on this project over there and then BAM! I clicked the wrong button, closed my browser, and lost half an hour’s worth of work. No way of getting it back. It wasn’t saved to anything.

I for the most part knew what I had said, but my gotta write gotta write Gotta Write! Mojo is gone. I don’t have the overflow of ideas and thought that need to be typed out and written down. 

I feel deflated. 

What do I do? What do you do? Mojo Lost.


Posted by on February 18, 2014 in Uncategorized


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Write Drunk

Write Drunk

Been Sayin’ it….


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Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon

Daily Prompt: Karma Chameleon

I really liked this prompt. But I have to say that if karma were actually proven to be real (and as is, I already believe in it), then it wouldn’t work as simply as do good: get good.
If something so mystical were to be proven, a persons intent would be a factor in the outcome of ones karma. So unless one had good intentions, their good dreads would be superficial and meaningless.
Likewise, if a person had good intentions but was just bad at the good dreads they were attempting, good karma would still be awarded since a genuine attempt would be involved.
I could take it a step further and pose the questions that if a person in a situation as mentioned above kept having these actions fall a part, would karma ever step in to lend a helping hand? After all, wouldn’t that be an appropriate reward of karma?

As far as personal actions go, I do try and be good whenever it can. It is easy to get swept up in the selfishness of society, become wrapped up in the personal ego, and I have been guilty of that. But every now and then I catch myself and try and get myself back on track.
Doing good isn’t just about measurable actions, but a transformation within the self. Just last night I was in a debate with someone about someone else close to us. Apparently the third party became very upset at a comment the person I was speaking with maid about the third persons vegan choices. My companion was essentially complaining that he had no right to become upset at him, and that his diet had been unhealthy – and so on.
He was becoming aggressive about his argument with the third party because he loves him and was concerned, but could easily have been construed as being close minded and controlling. I was trying to explain to him as calmly as possible why our mutual relation had reacted as he had. Whether or not I agreed with his standpoint, I tried to out myself in their position and come at it from a place of understanding.
For all intents and purposes, we were arguing, though I kept it as close to a debate as possible. But due to the escalation in voice and energy, it could appear that I wasn’t treating the situation with respect, and neither was he.
Because we were both coming from seemingly positive view points though expressing ourselves negatively, where does that stand on the karma scale?

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Posted by on February 13, 2014 in Uncategorized


Just Say No To Breakfast


My dad is in town.

Don’t get me wrong, I love it when my dad visits, and it was really good timing as my significant other is in Mexico at a family event, and Dad generally doesn’t enjoy any member of opposite sex interacting with his daughters – unless they’re gay – then he loves them and thinks they should always be with his daughters. You know, stereotypical fathers.
I did however want to get a few things done while Toby was away, such as carpet one of the rooms, fully clean, do some of the editing projects he’s been freaking out about, and so on. My dad loves to snag up as much of my time as possible. In 36 hours, he manage to get me for 28 of those hours – both times simply by asking if I wanted to get breakfast and insisting he drive. It’s a mild form of kidnap really.
I felt bad turning him down today – well, I didn’t turn him down so much as be firm that I was driving my own vehicle, and that I must stay at home as much as possible today and clean and edit.

Well, where we went out to breakfast was a seemingly neutral ground for he, my brother and I, considering we were coming from three different towns. This neutral ground was in the middle of no-where – a place called Acme – yes, like the company that sells cartoon characters their explosives and anvils. If you blink your eye, you will miss it. I know roughly where it is, but in the past when I’ve found it, it was purely by accident, at which point I accidently found myself elsewhere after.
So naturally, on the way back I got slightly lost, which found me in Alger, which is nothing more than a crossroad of highways, four corners with four businesses and nothing more – it is in fact bigger than Acme. I decided to stop by the bar there to visit my friend who is a chef there.

Game over.

She bought me a couple drinks when she finished her shift and we made plans to go out dancing in a couple hours after.
I came home to light the fire so the house would be warm, as the sky keeps threatening to snow, looked around and knew I had far too much stuff to do, and it was already 4 o’ clock. Where had my day gone???
So I called to rain check.
I needed some dinner before beginning the task of cleaning. I sat down to enjoy it. That was three hours ago and I still have yet to do any cleaning clean anything other than the fire place and the kitty litter box. I figured that at this point it’s wine time. Vino o’ clock.

It kind of sucks hanging out at the house after dark by myself. I don’t know what to do with myself. I mean, I have plenty to do, I just can’t seem to make myself do it.

That’s what’s scaring me. I’m rushing forward trying to get myself enrolled in school before I lose my nerve and I can’t even make myself get up to clean! It’s not even like I have a lot to clean – it’s just a matter of tidying and vacuuming and a little sweeping. In theory I don’t think it should take me more than 2 hours.

Had I said no to breakfast this morning, I’d be fine. I can get up and clean, that’s not a problem. It’s the second half of the day that always gets me.

Just say no to breakfast. Just about every time. Just say no….

….unless you’re trying to be healthy, then in which case say yes.


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Posted by on February 9, 2014 in Uncategorized


Next Phase

I’m not quite sure what I’ve just gotten myself into. In spite of my calm and cheerful demeanor about getting laid off, I think some unrecognizable part of myself has been in fainting spells due to hysterics. So what did I do with this subconscious southern belle wistfully raising a hand to her forehead before wilting? Apply to go back to school of course – the only logical thing to relieve unrealized stress is to add more stress!
Clean cup! Clean up! Move down move down move down!
Yeah, it’s about that much sense.
But here I sit, the following day, at the college to set up an appointment with an advisor, which I was supposed to be able to do 15 minutes ago, but their window doesn’t seem to have opened yet. It’s most likely due to the snow. There was a faint dusting and whirl wind of snow flakes on the drive, nothing too worrying until I got a little further north, and under that dusting I discovered ice. I assume most classes are cancelled today because many of us in Western Washington aren’t sure how to handle snow.
At this point, I’m afraid if I don’t rush head on into this then I won’t do it. It feels right, especially after earlier mentioned realizations. I’m not just going for my Associate’s degree. I’m going to aim to go to the University, Western Washington University that is. All the way to getting my Masters in English.
If I don’t pursue writing after that, then I guess I’ll know that I did not actually have the passion and Will I thought I had.


Posted by on February 7, 2014 in Uncategorized

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