South Koreans are thinking of replacing their teachers with robot teachers. 30 test robots have already been sent out to classrooms to collect data. This idea is said to be completely great because now, no one will have to deal with paying teachers, giving teachers sick leave, building retirement funds, etc. And, the best part...
Students who are too afraid to talk to human teachers and ask questions of human teachers will feel more at ease with a robot teacher!! Isn't that great?! Ingenious I tell you.
Stupid.
If this idea spreads to America, I might just move far away, probably to another planet. Dramatic? Not when it comes to the education of children.
Let's teach our children to talk to people of their own species, not to shy away from them and lean toward technology for communication. Seriously, what a hindrance for them...to have to rely on technology to get thoughts across.
Here's the link so my rambling might make at least a little bit of sense.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Thankful
Isn't it weird how often times you don't know how necessary and useful something is until it's gone?
Today, I've become incredibly thankful for teeth. Such a silly thing to be thankful for, right?
That's right. I've sunk low enough to blog about teeth...
Yesterday, I went into the orthodontist. Dr. Heath put some intense stuff onto my bottom teeth, saying he would put it onto the top in December too. It's the final stuff. 4-6 months of this wire with diligent use of rubber bands and I'm born free. Sounds great, right?
Dude, this stuff kills. My mouth is in constant pain. You wanna know why? My jaw is moving. My teeth are unrooting themselves thanks to the lovely wires the nice doctor put on and the tiny rubber bands he told me to wear constantly, and my jaw is moving over to align itself properly so I can get these suckers off and never have to get them on again.
So today as I sit here contemplating eating a piece of candy, I'm flashing back to thanksgiving dinner and how chewing one bite was so calculated, so careful. So painful. And I look away from the candy and decide to drink some water instead.
This is stupid. All I want is some food. I'm so hungry!
Basically, this post can be summed up into a few key points:
1. I'm thankful to finally have an orthodontist who knows what he is doing and actually cares about me. A doctor who actually cares about giving me the treatment my mom is paying for instead of one who claims to know what he's doing but very obviously doesn't after 2 years of having braces on and nothing but nothing happening. I'm not bitter...I'm not.
2. I'm thankful for the chance to have straight teeth. Orthodonture is barbaric, but hey. I'll have a great smile once all is said and done.
3. I'm thankful for the ability to chew whithout thinking about it. Or at least, I'm greatful for the chance I will have to do that sometime next year...
4. I'm thankful for FOOD!
That's all, folks!
Today, I've become incredibly thankful for teeth. Such a silly thing to be thankful for, right?
That's right. I've sunk low enough to blog about teeth...
Yesterday, I went into the orthodontist. Dr. Heath put some intense stuff onto my bottom teeth, saying he would put it onto the top in December too. It's the final stuff. 4-6 months of this wire with diligent use of rubber bands and I'm born free. Sounds great, right?
Dude, this stuff kills. My mouth is in constant pain. You wanna know why? My jaw is moving. My teeth are unrooting themselves thanks to the lovely wires the nice doctor put on and the tiny rubber bands he told me to wear constantly, and my jaw is moving over to align itself properly so I can get these suckers off and never have to get them on again.
So today as I sit here contemplating eating a piece of candy, I'm flashing back to thanksgiving dinner and how chewing one bite was so calculated, so careful. So painful. And I look away from the candy and decide to drink some water instead.
This is stupid. All I want is some food. I'm so hungry!
Basically, this post can be summed up into a few key points:
1. I'm thankful to finally have an orthodontist who knows what he is doing and actually cares about me. A doctor who actually cares about giving me the treatment my mom is paying for instead of one who claims to know what he's doing but very obviously doesn't after 2 years of having braces on and nothing but nothing happening. I'm not bitter...I'm not.
2. I'm thankful for the chance to have straight teeth. Orthodonture is barbaric, but hey. I'll have a great smile once all is said and done.
3. I'm thankful for the ability to chew whithout thinking about it. Or at least, I'm greatful for the chance I will have to do that sometime next year...
4. I'm thankful for FOOD!
That's all, folks!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
November
I love November. It's a beautiful month, and it's full of so much thankfulness. I love that feeling. I thought I would start the month off right (on the 10th of course) with a few things I'm thankful for.
1. I am thankful for my trials and for the way they have helped to shape me into the person I am today.
2. I am thankful for my family.
3. I am thankful for my life and for the health that I have been given, regardless of my asthma and intense clumsiness.
4. I am thankful for all of the experiences and opportunities I have been offered.
5. I am thankful for friends and college.
Happy November!
1. I am thankful for my trials and for the way they have helped to shape me into the person I am today.
2. I am thankful for my family.
3. I am thankful for my life and for the health that I have been given, regardless of my asthma and intense clumsiness.
4. I am thankful for all of the experiences and opportunities I have been offered.
5. I am thankful for friends and college.
Happy November!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Uncle Adam is a Genius
My Uncle Adam is a psychologist. He has his PhD and everything. He is a genius in my eyes as of this moment in time. Why? Because I have nearly failed every psychology test I have taken this year. Those questions are unlike any test questions I have ever seen. They are so indepth that it's confusing. I called myself a failure....until today. I got a 74% on my test today. And I nearly cried for joy. A 74 makes me immensely happy. Isn't that depressing? My uncle will forever be a genius for going through a billion insane psychology tests resulting in his PhD.
In other news, midterms came today. I'm going to have to get used to grades lower than an A. College is hard. But I'm doing better than I expected...passing every class and all that jazz. Maybe next semester, I will figure things out and get A's! ..........
To Bountiful tomorrow! I can't wait to see my family. :)
In other news, midterms came today. I'm going to have to get used to grades lower than an A. College is hard. But I'm doing better than I expected...passing every class and all that jazz. Maybe next semester, I will figure things out and get A's! ..........
To Bountiful tomorrow! I can't wait to see my family. :)
Halloween is a Scam
Once upon a time in a boring town called Rexburg, nothing ever happened. The end.
Just kidding. No but seriously. Nothing ever happens here. Downtown Rexburg looks like the street from South Davis Jr. High to Kmart in Bountiful. Tiny. So I'm afraid my blog is going to suffer. However, I do have one exciting happening in my life, and it goes a little something like this:
Two weeks ago, a timid "mother" of a Family Home Evening group had the fantasticly fantastic idea to take her "children" to a Haunted Mill in a certain town called Teton. Monday's were getting awkward as everyone sat in a circle inside trying to find exciting things to do, so "mom" decided it was time to get out and have a little fun.
(P.S. - I'm the "mom" in case it wasn't clear.)
We drove up in three cars and arrived at the mill just before the mad rush hit. It was Monday night after all, and many FHE groups from BYU-I would be coming soon. We all got in line in the middle of nowhere, blackness surrounding us as an eery old building stood off to the side of us. All was well, jokes being made, laughter being heard, until out of the corner of my eye, I saw two figures start to move, two figures who had previously been immobile: A dead bride with a wicked discusting face (Crap. I'm turning into Brynn. Who says wicked? Honestly.) and a gross zombie. And then it hit me.
My name is Deborah and I do not enter haunted houses of any sort or engage in any kind of halloween fun, for I hate Halloween and think it is a barbaric holiday made up just so people can get away with terrifying others.
And the panic set in. And I started to get this odd urge to smack the person who had the idea to bring us all here. Until I realized. It was me.
I'm a smart mom.
To make a long story even longer, near hyperventilation ensued until my "children" had to literally drag me into the mill. Kenyan, my "son," was in the lead, and I swear I broke his hand with how hard I was gripping it, although he says it didn't even feel like I was holding his hand. Maybe he was trying to act like a man? I don't know. Either way, I'm convinced his hand was broken by the end. And then Brynn was behind me. We broke each other's wrists.
Monsters jumped out at me. I hit my head and knee on the walls like the klutz that I am (I somehow knew I would be getting hurt. After all, if anyone were to get hurt, it would be me.) A chainsaw man chased after me and tried to saw my face off. A creepy monster ran his discusting fingers along my face. In short, I was dragged through that mill saying, "Don't let go, Don't let go, Get me out of here, Don't let go," the whole 30 minutes.
I don't know, but I'm pretty sure the "mom" is supposed to comfort the "children," not the other way around.
Basically, I quit on Halloween. I've had my scare for my lifetime. I'm movin' on to Thanksgiving and Christmas now.
THE END
P.S. - My older sister is going to the Phillipines in March for her mission. :) :)
Just kidding. No but seriously. Nothing ever happens here. Downtown Rexburg looks like the street from South Davis Jr. High to Kmart in Bountiful. Tiny. So I'm afraid my blog is going to suffer. However, I do have one exciting happening in my life, and it goes a little something like this:
Two weeks ago, a timid "mother" of a Family Home Evening group had the fantasticly fantastic idea to take her "children" to a Haunted Mill in a certain town called Teton. Monday's were getting awkward as everyone sat in a circle inside trying to find exciting things to do, so "mom" decided it was time to get out and have a little fun.
(P.S. - I'm the "mom" in case it wasn't clear.)
We drove up in three cars and arrived at the mill just before the mad rush hit. It was Monday night after all, and many FHE groups from BYU-I would be coming soon. We all got in line in the middle of nowhere, blackness surrounding us as an eery old building stood off to the side of us. All was well, jokes being made, laughter being heard, until out of the corner of my eye, I saw two figures start to move, two figures who had previously been immobile: A dead bride with a wicked discusting face (Crap. I'm turning into Brynn. Who says wicked? Honestly.) and a gross zombie. And then it hit me.
My name is Deborah and I do not enter haunted houses of any sort or engage in any kind of halloween fun, for I hate Halloween and think it is a barbaric holiday made up just so people can get away with terrifying others.
And the panic set in. And I started to get this odd urge to smack the person who had the idea to bring us all here. Until I realized. It was me.
I'm a smart mom.
To make a long story even longer, near hyperventilation ensued until my "children" had to literally drag me into the mill. Kenyan, my "son," was in the lead, and I swear I broke his hand with how hard I was gripping it, although he says it didn't even feel like I was holding his hand. Maybe he was trying to act like a man? I don't know. Either way, I'm convinced his hand was broken by the end. And then Brynn was behind me. We broke each other's wrists.
Monsters jumped out at me. I hit my head and knee on the walls like the klutz that I am (I somehow knew I would be getting hurt. After all, if anyone were to get hurt, it would be me.) A chainsaw man chased after me and tried to saw my face off. A creepy monster ran his discusting fingers along my face. In short, I was dragged through that mill saying, "Don't let go, Don't let go, Get me out of here, Don't let go," the whole 30 minutes.
I don't know, but I'm pretty sure the "mom" is supposed to comfort the "children," not the other way around.
Basically, I quit on Halloween. I've had my scare for my lifetime. I'm movin' on to Thanksgiving and Christmas now.
THE END
P.S. - My older sister is going to the Phillipines in March for her mission. :) :)
Monday, September 27, 2010
Nope
I'm not cut out for college at BYU-Idaho.
My whole life, I have received great grades. I have done all the homework asked of me, and teachers have loved me for that. BYU-I is different. They aren't here to teach you how to memorize facts and repeat them back like in high school. The teachers here actually put stuff into your brain. They actually want you to learn, to become an intellect, to grow in that way instead of wanting you to just be able to spit out memorized facts. My whole life has been focused on memorization.
I don't know how to learn. I haven't been taught how to learn. I've been taught how to remember things for a test and then to forget them and move on.
I'm not cut out for BYU-Idaho.
My whole life, I have received great grades. I have done all the homework asked of me, and teachers have loved me for that. BYU-I is different. They aren't here to teach you how to memorize facts and repeat them back like in high school. The teachers here actually put stuff into your brain. They actually want you to learn, to become an intellect, to grow in that way instead of wanting you to just be able to spit out memorized facts. My whole life has been focused on memorization.
I don't know how to learn. I haven't been taught how to learn. I've been taught how to remember things for a test and then to forget them and move on.
I'm not cut out for BYU-Idaho.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Rexburg
I've been in college for only a week and a half, and yet it already feels like an eternity. It's a weird feeling being here at the place I have thought of for so long: The place I thought would be terrifying, the place I thought would be too much to handle, the place I didn't want to go to at the very end. Now that I'm here, this place, this blessed spot of Rexburg, Idaho is so amazing. It is so far from scary that it scares me at times. ;)
Walking around campus, I feel at peace. I feel at home. I've started calling my dorm home, which I told myself I would never do. But this campus, this college, BYU-Idaho feels so....right. I am meant to be here at this time. I know this for a fact. I have felt it through my classes. I have felt it through the people I have come to know. I have felt it when I think about how I've been here for eternity having this great time, and then I remember I've only been here for a week and a half. It feels that right. I have felt it through all of the Mormon aspects this school offers. Prayers at the beginning of math class are amazing to me. Science mixed with religion feels so fantastic. This place...I'm meant to be here.
And at the same time...I'm having the hardest time of my life. I'm already an independant person. I've been that way practically my whole life. I like doing things for myself. It feels good. I like depending on myself. But this is different. This kind of independence is complete. I'm responsible for every move I make, and that is starting to break me down. And it's so hard.
But I know for a fact that I am meant to be here. I can't prove it physically, but as my science teacher said, not all things can be, and that's okay. I feel it with every fiber of my being. So I know everything will be okay no matter how my college experience plays out.
College.....Man I'm old!
Walking around campus, I feel at peace. I feel at home. I've started calling my dorm home, which I told myself I would never do. But this campus, this college, BYU-Idaho feels so....right. I am meant to be here at this time. I know this for a fact. I have felt it through my classes. I have felt it through the people I have come to know. I have felt it when I think about how I've been here for eternity having this great time, and then I remember I've only been here for a week and a half. It feels that right. I have felt it through all of the Mormon aspects this school offers. Prayers at the beginning of math class are amazing to me. Science mixed with religion feels so fantastic. This place...I'm meant to be here.
And at the same time...I'm having the hardest time of my life. I'm already an independant person. I've been that way practically my whole life. I like doing things for myself. It feels good. I like depending on myself. But this is different. This kind of independence is complete. I'm responsible for every move I make, and that is starting to break me down. And it's so hard.
But I know for a fact that I am meant to be here. I can't prove it physically, but as my science teacher said, not all things can be, and that's okay. I feel it with every fiber of my being. So I know everything will be okay no matter how my college experience plays out.
College.....Man I'm old!
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