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All the talk of 'Waterbugs' and such on this site. No wonder electric vehicles aren't catching on. Downright depressing. There are uses for your brain besides deadening it. You could be THINKING. Here's something that'll help.
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So I took this motorcycle repair class. I was already a college graduate, but there were high school kids in it, as well as some adults who hadn't actually graduated. This was the California ROP, where you can get high school credit if you need it. There were a lot of the under and over 18 who needed it.
One kid's dad worked customizing very expensive motorcycles, having not graduated on time himself and having to deal with it later he was going to make dang sure his son graduated on time. After a weekend of watching his son do NOTHING (Except here and there when the dad isn't looking, right?) he escorted him to this evening class because the boy had ditched the day school. So Dad had intended to hang out and help work on whatever his son would work on. (We loved having the dad hang around.) But the son flopped into a seat and wouldn't move, no matter what the urging. I went over and told the son we were about to crack open I don't remember what, it's just that he'd been interested in it before. The son says "KEWL!" jumps up and runs over. The dad would explain to me later (When he was over it) that after a weekend of nothing he could to about getting his son moving, then that experience that night, it was just jolting how easily I'd gotten the kid out of the desk. Just as the son ran over to the bike, the dad suddenly said that he himself ". . . .Should burn in hell for being such a lousy father. . . ." and ran out the door as I was still saying "HUH????"
One other thought on the thoughtless. There were these two guys, about 20, going to take advantage of motorcycle repair units to graduate high school, living with their parents and spending what little their parttime jobs paid to keep up the problems that had delayed their graduation so successfully and kept them living with their parents. No money for a bike of their own to work on, they'd help me out with several I picked up off craigslist to fix, or if I was buying parts for someone's interesting little rotary valve 2 cycle just like I'd hoped to work on, etc., they couldn't afford to fix or didn't think it was worth it. I figure I saved a lot of money actually, didn't have to buy more bikes.
So one day, as usual, I have the nonstop standup bit going. One of these guys was just dying to get a laugh, so he said "Next time you have a thought, keep it to yourself!" Oh, you think you're funny eh? You just threw me a gofer pitch.
"If YOU EVER have a thought, run to tell me instantly because I don't want to miss this rare, unique moment!" So he's making the "Oooooh" noises people make when they're hoping they can stall and come up with a response. . .
Then his bestest friend in the world gets the laugh of the day: "Wait a minute, come tell me too." The first one is really giving him a dirty look, so the friend says "At least when he has a thought, it's a REAL thought." The first guy shut up for a little while, then said he decided he was going to leave the comedy for people who were better at it. Humor is like driving, do it under the influence and you'll have a wreck.
The one kid that was still in high school did perk up a bit and somehow managed to graduate on time, deciding to go ahead and put the outside influences that were derailing him on hold. He joined the navy upon graduating and said that should help him stay clean for 4 years at least. (You mean like how the National Guard kept George Dubya Bush off cocaine?) It was slow going for the other two, because they had made a lifestyle of those outside influences. But they assured me they were at least getting closer. I doubt either one ever drew a mind map toward graduation.
Oh, the ROP used to be $20-40 depending on your district. Now it's $hundreds$ Maybe someday we'll get it back where it was.
http://www.mindmapinspiration.co.uk
http://www.mindmapinspiration.co.uk
So I took this motorcycle repair class. I was already a college graduate, but there were high school kids in it, as well as some adults who hadn't actually graduated. This was the California ROP, where you can get high school credit if you need it. There were a lot of the under and over 18 who needed it.
One kid's dad worked customizing very expensive motorcycles, having not graduated on time himself and having to deal with it later he was going to make dang sure his son graduated on time. After a weekend of watching his son do NOTHING (Except here and there when the dad isn't looking, right?) he escorted him to this evening class because the boy had ditched the day school. So Dad had intended to hang out and help work on whatever his son would work on. (We loved having the dad hang around.) But the son flopped into a seat and wouldn't move, no matter what the urging. I went over and told the son we were about to crack open I don't remember what, it's just that he'd been interested in it before. The son says "KEWL!" jumps up and runs over. The dad would explain to me later (When he was over it) that after a weekend of nothing he could to about getting his son moving, then that experience that night, it was just jolting how easily I'd gotten the kid out of the desk. Just as the son ran over to the bike, the dad suddenly said that he himself ". . . .Should burn in hell for being such a lousy father. . . ." and ran out the door as I was still saying "HUH????"
One other thought on the thoughtless. There were these two guys, about 20, going to take advantage of motorcycle repair units to graduate high school, living with their parents and spending what little their parttime jobs paid to keep up the problems that had delayed their graduation so successfully and kept them living with their parents. No money for a bike of their own to work on, they'd help me out with several I picked up off craigslist to fix, or if I was buying parts for someone's interesting little rotary valve 2 cycle just like I'd hoped to work on, etc., they couldn't afford to fix or didn't think it was worth it. I figure I saved a lot of money actually, didn't have to buy more bikes.
So one day, as usual, I have the nonstop standup bit going. One of these guys was just dying to get a laugh, so he said "Next time you have a thought, keep it to yourself!" Oh, you think you're funny eh? You just threw me a gofer pitch.
"If YOU EVER have a thought, run to tell me instantly because I don't want to miss this rare, unique moment!" So he's making the "Oooooh" noises people make when they're hoping they can stall and come up with a response. . .
Then his bestest friend in the world gets the laugh of the day: "Wait a minute, come tell me too." The first one is really giving him a dirty look, so the friend says "At least when he has a thought, it's a REAL thought." The first guy shut up for a little while, then said he decided he was going to leave the comedy for people who were better at it. Humor is like driving, do it under the influence and you'll have a wreck.
The one kid that was still in high school did perk up a bit and somehow managed to graduate on time, deciding to go ahead and put the outside influences that were derailing him on hold. He joined the navy upon graduating and said that should help him stay clean for 4 years at least. (You mean like how the National Guard kept George Dubya Bush off cocaine?) It was slow going for the other two, because they had made a lifestyle of those outside influences. But they assured me they were at least getting closer. I doubt either one ever drew a mind map toward graduation.
Oh, the ROP used to be $20-40 depending on your district. Now it's $hundreds$ Maybe someday we'll get it back where it was.
http://www.mindmapinspiration.co.uk
