I teach math, and most of what I assign can be classified as word problems, multi-step, and the full-page finale to every lesson know as the Performance Task. But I remind my students from the start of the year that “word problems are typically the EASIER ones,” and I’m not joking. It really turns out to be true. Each time they see math folded into a realistic situation, they have to think critically to reveal what data is needed, what is irrelevant, and what tools are necessary to solve the problem. These skills, NOT the formulas and algorithms, are what will give them key advantages throughout their lives. I always have plenty of doubters at the start of the year, but somewhere between October and March they come to agree with my logic. My kids don’t have to like Math; I just want them to learn not to fear it.
Very “meta…” I enjoy Agnes, but her bleak circumstances are often very depressing. It’s as if she tapped directly into the mind of the artist.
Bliss is overrated. True happiness comes despite the burden of knowledge.
You don’t have to even look under the hood of a car to be a decent driver. But you will also never unlock your vehicle’s full potential without an inherent grasp of its inner workings. The ability to analyze how the words that you use work together to compose thoughts and arguments provides a strong instinctive foundation for critical thinking, which WILL be extremely useful in everyday life. As a Math teacher, I observe a similar dynamic in the lessons I teach. I’m not shy about admitting to my students that they will never use 99% of the formulas and algorithms that I teach them. However, there is no better class for manipulating symbolic concepts, interpreting implicit or explicit information, and consistently applying even more critical thinking.
Reminds me of Shel Silverstein’s poem, “Smart”
My dad gave me one dollar bill‘Cause I’m his smartest son,And I swapped it for two shiny quarters’Cause two is more than one!
And then I took the quartersAnd traded them to LouFor three dimes — I guess he didn’t knowThat three is more than two!
Just then, along came old blind BatesAnd just ‘cause he can’t seeHe gave me four nickels for my three dimes,And four is more than three!
And then I took the nickels to Hiram CoombsDown at the seed-feed store,And the fool gave me five pennies for them,And five is more than four!
And then I went and showed my dad,And he got red in the cheeksAnd closed his eyes and shook his head —Too proud of me to speak!
Her mental judo has its good and bad days. Teaching high school, I try to keep my wit razor-sharp. My immediate response would have been “Now that it’s thawed, are you gonna need fresh pants?” Or “Please stay standing, then. I don’t want you scratching the chairs.” Or maybe, “All right, but stay away from the magnets.”
Even if it could take off, I don’t think the contents will be as sturdy as the container.
Breakfast used to be whatever cold leftovers were available from the previous day. Then Bernaysian propaganda turned it into the carb fest we often see today. Bacon – once a junk cut eaten by the poor or rendered for its fat – was also popularized as part of a “hearty” breakfast.
I love tongue as a taco meat, as well as nearly anything that comes off of a cow’s skull. Too bad that due to increased demand many organs are frequently priced right up there with choice cuts. But when you think about it, the same thing happened to lobster. Over a century ago, eating giant insects from the ocean floor was only for poor people.
Give poor Bill a break. He’s worse than brain-dead, having once been the unwilling host of The Donald’s own gray matter.