new should have been spelled knew. i was gonna correct it but decided to use it as the title of this blog

i'm not gonna lymon to frankie. that teenager needs to hear the truth. life is not always goody goody, and if that fool thinks falling in love is easy, he has another thing coming.
gave a lot of answers out today on the biology quiz. a good technique is just to point at the correct answer for a couple of seconds. another solid approach is to whisper. however, sometimes the whisper is not heard correctly, leading to frustration from the student. the opposite approach can also be used. this technique is to confirm a guess on the student's part in a loud voice. "yes, number three is the large intestine," confirms the answer for the student asking, as well as for any other students in the area. discouraging incorrect answers is always a solid tactic. "are you sure it's the heart?" will convince the student it is not the heart. you can keep doing this until they hit upon the right response. sadly, this is more time consuming than the other approaches, but can work if you are acting as a one on one aide, as opposed to a classroom aide. my favorite approach is to just go around and give answers out in a voice and tone of my choosing. "number 11 is sugar" was one that i threw around quite liberally today. no teacher has ever called me on this. i have no idea if they even know it's going on.
if we accept that school is bullshit, and rote exams which call upon memorization as opposed to learning are a fundamental aspect of said bullshit, my actions take on a new, daring, revolutionary role. for i am in the belly of the beast, and giving students answers can be a work of beauty. think of them. they feel like shit when they get a bad grade, and they feel great about themselves when they do well. i've tried to convince them that it's all bullshit, but helping them seems to be the more popular approach. this isn't new (knew?) to me. in high school, after i finished a test, i used to walk around the class and give out answers until i was kicked out the class. "yo, eight is b," spoken in a high pitched tenor while i remained seated was one of my more daring attempts at helping my fellow oppressed classmates.
schools are silly places where very little learning takes place. we should think of them as such. we should encourage young people to learn about the things that interest them, to utilize their free time, and we should attempt to expose to them, in a respectful and democratic manner, the knowledge and wisdom we have managed to gather during our lives. but school? just a glorified detention center where we memorize things.
cheating? i call it socialized learning.
peace.