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The hypocrisy and unfairness in schooling
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slow-poke
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I was with a friend in his Cessna, and he asked me if I had ever been in a stalled plane, I responded of course not. He then when on to explain and so I agreed. The plane pointing straight up just slowly comes to a complete stop and then starts to fall backwards, for a brief moment your simply stopped. It was actually a really cool experience and not really scary almost graceful.
I found first time parachuting and cave diving much scarier.
I would never want to wrestle a mountain lion or bear of any sort;-)
I found first time parachuting and cave diving much scarier.
I would never want to wrestle a mountain lion or bear of any sort;-)
Downwindtracker2
Super User
My brother's cousin-in-law did just that, he used a knife to kill a grizzly. He was a big strong longshoreman but he didn't escape hospital time. A cool thing, my brother's neighbour made the knife.
I'll have to concede that one to youWho you calling a pussy? There is more than one way to spin a Cessna you know!
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Well, where to start?
Here are three completely different stories from my perspective about education and teachers.
Flying seems to be part of this education and learning theme. My brother and Dad were pilots (brother ended up a 747 & 767 check pilot and Dad owned a Cessna 310). When I was 15, Dad offered to pay for flying lessons. I biked over to the Brampton Flying Club after school. My Dad got me what was (in his opinion) the best flight instructor available. It's easy to remember a teacher or instructor's name if they made a big impression on you. His name was Bent Neilson and the impression was HUGH. On the day I was to do my first solo flight, Bent said "You do everything for a touch and go, then we land and I'll get out" "So start with all the preflight checks and completely ignore me as if I'm invisible." It was a Champ 140. Previously Bent did the preflight checks and I watched. This was the first time I checked the motor oil, airframe, controls, etc., by myself. I took off with my silent partner. On the downwind check I said, "Bent, I know you are invisible, but it is getting smokey in here". He jumped to life, grabbed the controls, and on the radio "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!" With the throttle off, and engine off, we side slipped down & landed with a tailwind. I guess he was a good instructor, but he had neglected to teach me that the oil dipstick (also the engine oil filler cap) is spring-loaded and must be depressed and twisted to lock it back in place. The engine was toast. Fortunately, the oil all over the manifold didn't catch fire. That was my last flying lesson and it was 30 years before I told that story to anyone.
As a kid I hated school. In grade 3 the teacher would leave the class to escort me to the bathroom. If she didn't and if it was nice weather, I would sneak out and go play in the ravine for the rest of the day. My mother was invited to visit with the principal more than a lot of the teachers. During the first week of grade 4, Miss Brooks took me to the principal's office. He said, "Hello Miss Brooks, and how are you today Craig?" Miss Brooks said, "This boy should go back to grade 3. He can't read or spell." The principal said, "Well you will just have to teach him because Craig has already spent 2 years in grade 3"
I scraped by, but in grade 6, I discovered that there were lots of sports activities at school. Sports gave school a new meaning. I played pretty much every sport there was. School became fun because of the extracurricular activities. Cars, girls, and motorcycles helped too.
Moose M was a friend of mine who had a lot of good sayings. They were his personalized one-liner quotes. I have previously used some of them on the forum, but they mostly are education/experience-related and seem to be worth repeating here:
"It's your soap" was Moose's way of saying "pick a lane", when in the shower you can do whatever you want with your soap.
"If your Aunt had balls, she'd be your Uncle." When you want things to happen, make them happen!
"Bacon and eggs, pig's committed, chicken's involved." Blasters are committed, drillers are involved.
"There are only two types of people, predators or grazers"
When a lawyer asked him "What makes you an expert witness" - Moose replied "Because I have made more mistakes than your guy"
On life experiences and the cost of learning, He would say "I don't know how smart I can afford to get"
Moose taught me to step out of my comfort zone. He was an independent thinker who walked a different path. He was not a teacher but he was the best teacher I ever had! He encouraged me to get involved with government rule-makers and showed me how to be successful at getting regulations changed (for the better). When justifying the effort required to get things changed, he said "You get out twice what you put in"
Here are three completely different stories from my perspective about education and teachers.
Flying seems to be part of this education and learning theme. My brother and Dad were pilots (brother ended up a 747 & 767 check pilot and Dad owned a Cessna 310). When I was 15, Dad offered to pay for flying lessons. I biked over to the Brampton Flying Club after school. My Dad got me what was (in his opinion) the best flight instructor available. It's easy to remember a teacher or instructor's name if they made a big impression on you. His name was Bent Neilson and the impression was HUGH. On the day I was to do my first solo flight, Bent said "You do everything for a touch and go, then we land and I'll get out" "So start with all the preflight checks and completely ignore me as if I'm invisible." It was a Champ 140. Previously Bent did the preflight checks and I watched. This was the first time I checked the motor oil, airframe, controls, etc., by myself. I took off with my silent partner. On the downwind check I said, "Bent, I know you are invisible, but it is getting smokey in here". He jumped to life, grabbed the controls, and on the radio "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!" With the throttle off, and engine off, we side slipped down & landed with a tailwind. I guess he was a good instructor, but he had neglected to teach me that the oil dipstick (also the engine oil filler cap) is spring-loaded and must be depressed and twisted to lock it back in place. The engine was toast. Fortunately, the oil all over the manifold didn't catch fire. That was my last flying lesson and it was 30 years before I told that story to anyone.
As a kid I hated school. In grade 3 the teacher would leave the class to escort me to the bathroom. If she didn't and if it was nice weather, I would sneak out and go play in the ravine for the rest of the day. My mother was invited to visit with the principal more than a lot of the teachers. During the first week of grade 4, Miss Brooks took me to the principal's office. He said, "Hello Miss Brooks, and how are you today Craig?" Miss Brooks said, "This boy should go back to grade 3. He can't read or spell." The principal said, "Well you will just have to teach him because Craig has already spent 2 years in grade 3"
I scraped by, but in grade 6, I discovered that there were lots of sports activities at school. Sports gave school a new meaning. I played pretty much every sport there was. School became fun because of the extracurricular activities. Cars, girls, and motorcycles helped too.
Moose M was a friend of mine who had a lot of good sayings. They were his personalized one-liner quotes. I have previously used some of them on the forum, but they mostly are education/experience-related and seem to be worth repeating here:
"It's your soap" was Moose's way of saying "pick a lane", when in the shower you can do whatever you want with your soap.
"If your Aunt had balls, she'd be your Uncle." When you want things to happen, make them happen!
"Bacon and eggs, pig's committed, chicken's involved." Blasters are committed, drillers are involved.
"There are only two types of people, predators or grazers"
When a lawyer asked him "What makes you an expert witness" - Moose replied "Because I have made more mistakes than your guy"
On life experiences and the cost of learning, He would say "I don't know how smart I can afford to get"
Moose taught me to step out of my comfort zone. He was an independent thinker who walked a different path. He was not a teacher but he was the best teacher I ever had! He encouraged me to get involved with government rule-makers and showed me how to be successful at getting regulations changed (for the better). When justifying the effort required to get things changed, he said "You get out twice what you put in"
Dabbler
ersatz engineer
Fellow autist/ADHD/Dyslexic here.
...Where I started, and built a lot of low level systems such as operating system core code, etc. Nowadays, programming is utilizing huge libraries (Pearl, etc) and not so much about writing good code.