So this ancient woman, all knowing and without flaw (according to her in a non-facetious manner), has given an assignment to would be teachers. It is to create a ten day lesson plan and is outlined with a clear cut rubric. These lessons, while skewed to her obvious political and personal alignments within the rubric, are clear cut and easy to follow. After writing down what expectations listed in the rubric are required to be successful within the course, I wrote the lesson plans. Following her exacting specification, with what I assume now is a differing view, I find that she has given my paper the value of toilet tissue. I followed the Iowa state mandated curriculum outlines along with world experience, not only from myself but two other licensed teachers, and following APA format. Now what could possibly motivate this haggis winch… er without flaw teacher… to view the writing in a manner so contrary to current common practice that she would rate this paper in a category equivalent to an ejaculatory receptacle? I ask what value does college education have when the cost of admission is more than the accumulated lifetime earnings of holding the degree? *Note - my current figures are based off of an average college educated Iowan salary and an averaged inflationary projection. It seems more economically viable to become a construction worker or other grunt labor than to pursue a career as an educated professional in most professions. What value is offered in college today that cannot be obtained by perusing a variety of sources on the internet? I have found that it is better to teach how to find answers and create solutions than it is to teach common knowledge. What say you people of the vast unknown?!
I say that I desire a haggis big enough to need a winch to lift it.
Maybe it was a bit too close in time to your last thread. Still would benefit from shorter paragraphs.
If the plan you submitted was as comprehensible as your OP, I’m not surprised your supervisor gave it the value of toilet tissue.
Winch that haggis, baby. Winch it. Oh yeah.
Ha, you are right. I would like haggis large enough to hoist with a winch but not supplied by a “heinous wench” which is what I meant to say. Got to love drunken BBQ Pit Rants!
More than likely you are correct. As it turns out Microsoft Word 2007 doesn’t post as it appears in threads. Now for a little more Liquor to clear up the problem! Oh, and here is a wall of text for you Mister nyx-
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Succeeding in education under a bad teacher is about finding out what the professor wants to hear and delivering that product. Seeing a politically-biased rubric should have been the first clue.
So your prof actually stood up on the first day of class and said “I am all knowing and without flaw”?
Hmmm. Nothing like that ever happened in any college class I’ve ever taken. Are you sure this wasn’t some kind of religious vision?
I’m reasonably sure that most of what I learned in college isn’t “common knowledge”. Just last Wednesday, I had to explain to several relatives of mine (who aren’t particularly smart, nor particularly dumb, but none of them scientifically trained) that metal isn’t a medium on which bacteria are likely to grow, and that the reasons why you shouldn’t leave an opened can in the fridge forever have very little to do with “the steel will grow bacteria”.
Awww. Someone got a bad grade and needs to find someone else to blame.
Wait we can do that? Shit then, those 3 Fs and a D I got in German III is all that bitch of a teacher’s fault.
It seems likely that your liquor was the problem in the first place, rather than your “differing view.”
Here’s to alcohol, the cause of and solution to all of life’s problems.
I predict a bright future. Or something.
I was predicting a hangover, myself.
I predict (nay, insist) that “keep winching that haggis” make its way into the SMDB vernacular.
Of course you would, otherwise we’d have to keep using KFTC 
It’s not to late to bail out of this brutal curriculum and jump to a poly-sci degree is it?
Also Hitler.
Words can be used as weapons. You do not use words as weapons.