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Published: 2013-08-26 16:47:43 +0000 UTC; Views: 242; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 0
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In school, my guidance and career counselors were actually nice, helpful, knowledgeable people, but just once, I wanted to open their door and find a horribly bitter, horrifically scarred, freakishly tattooed, strung-out, street-hardened, seven-fingered, possibly schizophrenic ex-con snarling filthy profanities and even filthier life wisdoms at me about what they'd learned from all the tragically wrong turns they took in their abused and wasted youth.THAT'S someone with practical, credible, real-world lessons to transmit to the younger generation.
(Also, probably all KINDS of nasty infectious diseases, so they'd really need to be sterilized, quarantined, and heavily morphined, first.)
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Instead of giving us life lessons my teachers seemed obsessed with telling me how smoking kills, alcohol kills, drugs kill, sex kills, and how the 60s were awesome. I think a slight bit of hypocrisy/cognitive dissonance plagued the staff.
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Β I hope you informed them that "Sex, Drugs & Rock 'n' Roll kills. You filthy hippies." XD
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wow I wish I could say that my high school counselor had been helpful, he was a bitter man who obviously hated his job, thanks to him I worked hard and graduated early to escape! Well, the gangs and all that helped me to hurry on outta there too hahahaΒ I'll stop venting now
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I know, high school can be hell, and maybe it's made that way to motivate kids. "Light a fire" under their butts. OWIE.
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Hmm interesting thought lol
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My parents died early in my life and, in a conversation I wish I could have attended, school counselors felt that I needed their special attentions. For a few years, I was hauled in to play with Legos or cut paper (with rounded scissors!) and talk about my thoughts and feelings, which, increasingly, were "Why am I here and what is this doing for me?" At the end, they wanted me to take an "IQ" test. Sounded fun, so I did it. Weeks later, I pestered the counselor into telling me my score. "40. You got 40." I was smart enough to know that 70 is as low as it goes, so I assumed he meant "140," which made a lot more sense. But I never could shake off the fact that the counselor was not my friend. We never met again.
Fast forward to high school, when counselors are supposed to be helping with grants and scholarships, and life-planning. If that opportunity was extended to me, I don't recall, but given my previous bad experience, I might well have taken a pass anyway. My wife, whose life took a decidedly wealthier path, tells me I was let down. That may be, but I think I'm qualified to be a school counselor.
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It's amazing to me how we don't make supporting and educating kids a higher priority, since dysfunctional kids become dysfunctional grownups -- who don't support and educate their kids... And wow, I think 140 IQ is genius level. So you're EXACTLY who it takes to be counseling kids these days.
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Well, I went the rest of my school career convincing myself that I deserve the 140. After a number of educational misadventures in and out of school, I graduated, married, and now how my own little brood. I tell them that they are all geniuses in their own rights and they don't need to compare themselves with others, but they do need to help people see what they see and accept that some people just aren't ready for it.
My wife's even smarter than I. It keeps me humble.
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Not everyone's suited for a highly structured educational environment, and schools need to account for that instead of immediately stigmatizing kids. The same's probably true of work environments -- or at least that'd make a good argument for getting a bouncy house installed in your personal workspace.
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I am so demanding that tomorrow!
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I had several great teachers, most decent, and some just going through the motions. I think the key is teaching little kids the love of learning so they don't need to be constantly motivated with grades and gold stars. That's probably where Professor Mom and Dr. Dad come in.
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