Wednesday, April 28, 2010
We Are the Future!
Geeration Y is here to prove that it is game on, between you, me ... and those acclaiming to be our educators!
If they are so called 'educators'why is it that our academic abilities are being disregarded? These senile has-beens just want to lock away the talent of tomorrow and dispose of the key, never to see us successfully rise to being able to tackle life's obstacles.
Our arrogant teachers think they can manipulate us into abiding by a list of rules. I am sorry ... I am certain I don't see teachers tucking their shirts in, pulling THEIR hair back, or dying THEIR hair an appropriate colour? So exactly, how do they think this sets a good example for us, as students, to follow?
And no ... I DO NOT appreciate having to speak up and be made to give an answer in class ... yes that is right, I'd much rather talk to my friend on the left instead. In addition, no ... I will not happily be embarrassed to read the next two paragraphs of the novel, especially as I don't know where we are up to. Yes ... I may be texting in class ... to my mother ... but I have a dentist appointment! The health and wellbeing of my teeth means a hell of a lot more to me than you and your draining monotone voice constantly filling my ears. Stand up for your rights, stand up against teachers wasting our time, rise up to live the future you want to live today!
So here is the fascinating fact, their scribble of notes on the board really needs to improve, to escalate above the intellectual experience of graffitti I am recieving from the back of the chair in front of me.
Over the four years of education we recieve at high school, we are expected to have our knowledge broadened, but it is compressed due to their incapability of being able to control our genius minds working hard against them to build a better future.
NO MORE!
Times are changing my fellow classmates! We are the future and we do not have to stand the unjust educators.
So, I ask you, do we sit in silence or rise up?
Generation Y, We are here to prove that it is game on between you, me ... and those acclaiming to be our educators!
They have constantly been inventing new weaponry to blast us with- essays, assignments, tests and homework, which, with every hit have made us more and more determined to seek revenge. Too much of our lives' is being wasted trying to get rid of these weapons which are destroying our precious youth. Our childhood is ticking away and all of our spare time is now spent focusing on what these so called 'Teachers' throw at us from every direction.
There is only one way we will overcome this outrageous war and that is to fight together and show our enemy what we're made of . No longer will we be pushovers, we will claim back our dignity, pride and our lives. It is time we stand up for our rights and finish this war, not only for ourselves but for everyone who has fought this battle before and failed. As a team we can and will win this and at last we will be FREE!
Persuasive Speech
Friends, bullies, alliances alike. We must take command and overthrow the figures of hate and education in our lives! Figures of hate you say? Who else, but the teachers? The ones who are paid to brainwash, threaten and, in every way, make our lives hell?
The devil wears prada, does he? Well our devils have chalk and overheads! Haven’t we been put through enough already? Haven’t our parents, and our grandparents, suffered the same way we have? Haven’t our ancestors, for generations,* been forced to endure the same ordeals as us?
Enough is enough! We must not let them threaten us any longer! Let’s all feed our homework to our dogs! We’ll suffer no more at the hands of these morons! Let’s ignore their ludicrous realms of non-monic quadratic trinomials and heterozygous geneotypes. The truth is, my friends, our lives will go on without this dribble!
No more good morning year tens! It’ll be goodnight to our teachers!
Casey
* I wasn't sure if 'ancestors, for generations' was tautology or not?
"Throw Out Teachers, More Time For Beachers"
For too long we have let these people rule our lives and worst of all we pay them to ruin our lives. Firstly, they send us home with ounces of pointless homework that they couldn’t be bothered to teach us in class and it all has to be completed by the next day. Have some consideration! We do have five other subjects that might also involve homework and the teachers complain about how hard it was to mark all of our sheets. I mean how hard is it to draw a tick and a cross? I would trade marking for homework any day. Then on top of the homework we have an assignment to finish in a week’s time because they think a week is long enough. If you bring the assignment late they take 10% off every day. So even if we’ve done the assignment but accidentally forgot to bring it in they take marks off. Have you ever had a teacher who has come to class and forgot to bring something with them? Do we get to take 10% off their pay cut? Of course not.
I bet you can all recall at least once a teacher telling you to put that phone or iPod away, sometimes they even take them off you as a punishment. Does it end there? No! On top of that there’s a possible detention or even a morning detention and a trip to my favourite teacher’s office, Mrs Mahoney. If the teachers have a phone it’s quite alright and can you take their phone and give them a detention? I don’t think so. For example, the other day in class, my so called maths teacher received a call from a person unknown and was I or anyone else allowed to stand up and tell her off? No! Instead I would have received punishment and would be spending some more quality time with Mrs Mahoney. Another thing that I have recognised about teachers, they are liars! Although they would disagree with this statement I have proof. Take the parent teacher interview night for instance. As you sit in that chair listening to how the teachers are going on with other gibberish and saying what a good student you are, they are really thinking to themselves “This kid is an absolute loser, why I could crack him one over the head right now,” while at the same time you’re thinking “Well that’s not what you wrote on my report card dopey.” Is it because they are scared of the parents?
What about uniforms? How many times has a teacher asked you to tuck that shirt in, have the correct matching uniform or wear the right jewellery? Even though, as they are asking you there shirt is hanging out and they don’t have the same type of shirt or shorts as any other teacher. Also if you want to bring a drink in or turn the fans on during a hot day to cool down, you are constantly refused. It’s okay for them, they get to sit up there in there nice little staff room with their drink that is nice and cool from the fridge and they aren’t feeling any heat because of their lovely gigantic air conditioner.
So as you can see for too long we have let them ruin our lives. It’s time we all stood up and took charge. Please, my friends, enemies and people who have ever had problems with a teacher stand beside me as we fight to destroy the teacher race. Imagine a life without teachers, WHAT A LIFE!
Ps. I didn’t base any of this on you Mr Goodwin so my report should stay sweet! ;)
Ol' Major's speech in Animal Farm (Chapter 1)
themselves comfortable and were waiting attentively, he cleared his throat
and began:
"Comrades, you have heard already about the strange dream that I had last
night. But I will come to the dream later. I have something else to say
first. I do not think, comrades, that I shall be with you for many months
longer, and before I die, I feel it my duty to pass on to you such wisdom
as I have acquired. I have had a long life, I have had much time for
thought as I lay alone in my stall, and I think I may say that I
understand the nature of life on this earth as well as any animal now
living. It is about this that I wish to speak to you.
"Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it:
our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. We are born, we are given
just so much food as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those of us
who are capable of it are forced to work to the last atom of our strength;
and the very instant that our usefulness has come to an end we are
slaughtered with hideous cruelty. No animal in England knows the meaning
of happiness or leisure after he is a year old. No animal in England is
free. The life of an animal is misery and slavery: that is the plain truth.
Now listen carefully and think hard about what I’m about to tell you. These cunning monsters are always lurking. Waiting around every corner for us to innocently stroll along so they can verbally abuse us about the section of our shirts we missed when last tucking them in. They creep and crawl around the classroom anticipating the ring of a phone just for the satisfaction of giving us a detention.
In their air conditioned staffroom on their luxurious lounges they plot against us, thinking of ways to squeeze our great ideas out of us and claim them as their own like the deceitful plague they are! Still not convinced? Well think about this. Where do you think all our school fees go? They don’t go towards resources at our disposal, pens for our writing, paper for our words. No, our parent’s hard earned money goes straight into these disreputable fools’ pockets! Yes, we are PAYING for them to boss us around, lower our self-worth, take away our pride, without actually teaching us anything useful!
It is our time. Our time to join forces and rise up against our almighty enemy! Rise up against those sadistic, vile skeezes that force us to do things against our will. Like animals, we obey but enough is enough! Join me, brothers and sisters, in the most epic and memorable coo this world has ever seen! This is the day when students will once and for all defeat their teachers!
Oh lord, Mr Goodwin, do not go on a murderous rampage and kill me for this!
Yes, fellow students, I am speaking of the treatment we students suffer at the hands of those scumbags we are required to refer to as teachers. They force onto us incomprehensible amounts of work with which we all question often, “Is this even relevant? Will I ever need to use this crap throughout my life?” and to make our schooling days even worse, the monsters send home with us an endless supply of methods of torture. My house is for sleeping, eating, and possibly some other acts of complete awesomeness, not homework. It’s true, the devils clearly don’t get enough time tormenting us 5 days a week, 6 hours a day, hence the cruel act of sending their irrelevant work home with us.
Teachers are defined as people of compassion, who work to help younger generations receive the knowledge they need. This definition however, was quite clearly written by a teacher, or else some poor soul was forced to write this by the bullies themselves. However, I have my own simple, yet more effective description of them: A disgrace.
Further backup on the teachers and their filth, is that of urban dictionary, page 2, number 10; “Teachers in middle school and beyond are soulless bastards sent by Satan”. And on that very same page, number 14; “A power hungry pervert who likes to be around children but also likes to be dominant. Usually was picked on as a child.”
Clearly teachers aren’t so dominant after all.
It is time to show teachers the true meaning of high school spirit. What we students are truly capable of. To overthrow our bully leaders, we create a better environment to learn in.
To be honest, there is nothing remotely human about a teacher; their actions towards us students are inhumane and the highest possible act of cruelty. We will take this no more. We will stand strong together, and riot our displeasure. Students, say yes to communism.
“Those who deny freedom to others, deserve it not for themselves.” Abraham Lincoln states this during his days as politician. Does this famous quote, not depict what teachers are currently doing to us students? They take away our most simplistic rights, and expect for us to honor them as our power hungry leaders, performing countless rituals under their control. We will stand this no longer! We deserve to be able to answer our phones in school hours; it could be an emergency.
We deserve to be able to listen to our music in class; we might need inspiration.
We deserve to wear our hair out; to warm our bare necks.
We deserve to wear banned accessories; to show our uniqueness
We deserve to be able to dye our hair extravagant colours; we don’t want to look like we have feces on our heads.
We deserve to back chat; we have the right to be heard, to voice our opinions.
They are the enemy! Stop bulling between yourselves and focus on the real target – four eyed, balding, heartless beasts that are as old as the Stone Age itself. They do not deserve the freedom and power they currently hold!
Fellow students, let us stand together, and fight for recognition and respect, freedom and power.
Until we have conquered the school yards and dominated the class rooms, we will riot. We will destroy anything in our path, cause uttermost havoc.
Until we have our freedom fellow students, classmates, peers and friends; “We don’t need no education.”