panalo si Dondon. XD
Mar. 24th, 2009 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
levitySagot niya sa post ni Tricia:
"ganito na ang turo sa pisay ngayon eh.
ok lang na bumagsak ka na sa lahat ng subjects mo!! kahit lagpas kalahati ka na, ok lang. siguraduhin mo lang na may connections at power ka ha?? basta naman, wag ka lang magsingko. kasi kahit ilang uno pa yang card mo.... isang singko lang mas mabigat na sa sandamakmak na 2.75 mo.
ay, wait lang. tinuturuan din pala tayong maging masamang tao ano? sayang. dapat hindi tayo nagpakabait. hindi pala kasama sa pshs diploma ang pagiging mabait. tutal... may pagagawin lang naman yata satin na extra work sa clearance weeks. pero ok lang! at least gagraduate.
at kahit ilang beses pa tayo babalaan na nasa panganib na ang scholarship status... kahit buong stay mo ng pisay ay aware ka nang nasa panganib ka --- don't worry!! nagjojoke lang sila. hindi mangyayari yan no."
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Mas panalo pa si Sir Arghs.
Turns out, we were fighting a system which rewards both good work and bad behavior. Hell, it even rewards bad work, if you could believe that. And the bottom line? I really don’t know. Perhaps, in this empowered age, schools have become more timid regarding lawyers and their suits. Schools have made a devil’s bargain these days, not wanting to face the courts and instead taking the easy way out, even if they are right. Never mind if it means negating all the values that their teachers try to impart to the students. Never mind that by turning a blind eye, they are allowing “monsters” to graduate as the press declared during the height of the school’s poisoning case. Never mind that their teachers are being disrespected not only by their students but also by the parents of some students. Never mind if everyone in school loses his or her credibility. Never mind if the heart and soul and mind of a school are relegated to the sidelines and made to watch the body die of cancer. Those things are more convenient than facing a lawsuit.
That’s the defining thing in this age: Convenience.
And:
When idealism is that time between waking up and brushing your teeth, when teachers can get away with racist statements in the classroom simply because they’re permanent, when you get told that your opinions matter less just because you’re a member of the junior faculty, when you get bamboozled mainly because the number of years you have as a teacher is less than half of some of your colleagues, when students still graduate despite their grievous offenses and dismal academic records, when rules are simply guidelines one day and guidelines become rules the next day, when black and white are simply components of grey, when NORTURE rhymes with torture, when you’re more afraid of lawyers than producing “monsters”, when might becomes right, when injustice is synonymous with convenience, when rules are swept away like the Sahara redraws its territory at the end of the day, when the school you love and serve is simply a shadow of the country you live in when it could have been so much more, when nothing makes sense anymore but everything still makes sense, you can come up with one conclusion about your school: I’ve always thought I was in a different place, apparently, this is Africa, too.
"ganito na ang turo sa pisay ngayon eh.
ok lang na bumagsak ka na sa lahat ng subjects mo!! kahit lagpas kalahati ka na, ok lang. siguraduhin mo lang na may connections at power ka ha?? basta naman, wag ka lang magsingko. kasi kahit ilang uno pa yang card mo.... isang singko lang mas mabigat na sa sandamakmak na 2.75 mo.
ay, wait lang. tinuturuan din pala tayong maging masamang tao ano? sayang. dapat hindi tayo nagpakabait. hindi pala kasama sa pshs diploma ang pagiging mabait. tutal... may pagagawin lang naman yata satin na extra work sa clearance weeks. pero ok lang! at least gagraduate.
at kahit ilang beses pa tayo babalaan na nasa panganib na ang scholarship status... kahit buong stay mo ng pisay ay aware ka nang nasa panganib ka --- don't worry!! nagjojoke lang sila. hindi mangyayari yan no."
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Mas panalo pa si Sir Arghs.
Turns out, we were fighting a system which rewards both good work and bad behavior. Hell, it even rewards bad work, if you could believe that. And the bottom line? I really don’t know. Perhaps, in this empowered age, schools have become more timid regarding lawyers and their suits. Schools have made a devil’s bargain these days, not wanting to face the courts and instead taking the easy way out, even if they are right. Never mind if it means negating all the values that their teachers try to impart to the students. Never mind that by turning a blind eye, they are allowing “monsters” to graduate as the press declared during the height of the school’s poisoning case. Never mind that their teachers are being disrespected not only by their students but also by the parents of some students. Never mind if everyone in school loses his or her credibility. Never mind if the heart and soul and mind of a school are relegated to the sidelines and made to watch the body die of cancer. Those things are more convenient than facing a lawsuit.
That’s the defining thing in this age: Convenience.
And:
When idealism is that time between waking up and brushing your teeth, when teachers can get away with racist statements in the classroom simply because they’re permanent, when you get told that your opinions matter less just because you’re a member of the junior faculty, when you get bamboozled mainly because the number of years you have as a teacher is less than half of some of your colleagues, when students still graduate despite their grievous offenses and dismal academic records, when rules are simply guidelines one day and guidelines become rules the next day, when black and white are simply components of grey, when NORTURE rhymes with torture, when you’re more afraid of lawyers than producing “monsters”, when might becomes right, when injustice is synonymous with convenience, when rules are swept away like the Sahara redraws its territory at the end of the day, when the school you love and serve is simply a shadow of the country you live in when it could have been so much more, when nothing makes sense anymore but everything still makes sense, you can come up with one conclusion about your school: I’ve always thought I was in a different place, apparently, this is Africa, too.
