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    dots Submission Name: Calulating Literacy dots

    Author: OneDarkFlame92
    ASL Info:    23/m/Numeanor
    Elite Ratio:    5.3 - 461/425/227
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    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotsCalulating Literacy dots

    I knew it once,
    inside and out
    the authors and dates
    I did espouse. . .
    to mind. . . at the time.
    It came fast
    it came quick
    but the lessons
    did not stick

    I knew it once,
    I knew it well
    Milton was the author
    of the demons who fell.
    it was choice "B" on number "3"
    but then I needed to know
    that Homer wrote the Odyssey

    Just authors. . .
    just dates. . .
    meant for tests,
    not debates.
    Not for knowledge,
    definitely not for dreams.
    I do know my books,

    but not what they mean.

    Submitted on 2016-02-24 23:55:57     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    Being a huge nerd in school (wow, makes it sound like I ever stopped being a nerd... not true...), I would totally just soak up everything.

    Except maths, trigonometry, begone!

    Interesting how we learn things for the sake of learning them, but not for the sake of knowing. My younger brother is learning about things that I do recall having to memorise when I was his age. All these facts about the ANZACs, war propaganda, general history, learning about the world around us... I know he has a genuine passion and interest in these sorts of things, so I feel he will not take his studies as facts for his exams.

    We did have one class in high school, it was part of the International Baccalaureate program: Theory of Knowledge (ToK). It was sorta like philosophy, but we analysed our way of thinking, and always came back to the question: How do we know what we know, and how do we know we know that?

    I digress, I ramble.

    There are definitely things we learn for our exams. I spent three years in a degree I didn't like and I never really thought of it in terms of "I need to know this physiology for the potential patients I will receive", but in terms of "is this going to be on the exam?", and maybe that's because I didn't enjoy the profession.

    You never really know when exactly that one silly iota of trivia you learnt that one time in year 9 is gonna come in handy until you're in that situation :P

    I mean, more in vein with your poem, one thing I loathed was being forced to read books for class. Don't get me wrong, I adore reading, ya know, big nerd. Bookworm nerd. But being forced to read something for class almost sucked the life out of it for me. Brilliant classic novels became lacklustre and merely study tools. I had the hardest time being 16 and reading The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende. I mean, only in the last 1/4 of it did I realise what a great book it is. The first 3/4 were a task. I did end up re-reading it with a newly invigorated mindset, however. But I dunno, I guess the skills we learnt to analyse these texts remained with me, at least, to the point where it's just ruined my sense of imagination and creativity (I don't write anymore, clearly. Chrome is telling me anymore is a misspelling, and my world is now turned upside down!!!).

    Maybe there is such danger in becoming overly analytical, you forget to appreciate things at a face value.

    I do miss intelligent debate with people, but I guess I don't surround myself with friends as I once used to.

    Your poem sent me on a bit of a tirade down nostalgia lane, hahah. Sorry about that.

    I did like the poem itself, rhyme and everything. It all funnelled down into the main point quite nicely. Learning, learning, learning, and for what? The exam. Not for the greatest exam of all, which is, arguably, life. I sound like my mother.

    Thank you for sharing!!! :D

    | Posted on 2016-03-10 00:00:00 | by EshyFishy | [ Reply to This ]
      the standardized test
    is an elegant mess
    whose pinpricks of knowledge
    make uncomfortable nests

    in the skulls of her brood
    as she sidesteps all meaning
    and barks like a cat
    at the pleasures of reading...

    Just some thoughts on yours.
    | Posted on 2016-03-02 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]

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