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I’ve been in a frustration rage all night, dealing with a specific teacher from my kid’s new school. I knew this clown was going to be trouble when we were ushered into his classroom on “Parent-Teacher Intro Night.”
First sign of a problem– his advanced (freshman) Biology classroom is festooned with Star Wars and Lord of the Rings paraphenalia. It’s so chock-a-block with Lucasfilm and Tolkien goo-gaws that you get to mixing up your Yodas and your Gollums as your eye flits from poster to plasticine sculpture to quarter-scale Death Star diorama.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m as big a nostalgia geek as the next guy, but when a dude who is supposed to be in a position of authority starts taking on the trappings of his 14-year old charges in an “I’m gonna be your buddy, see?” fashion, my inner alarm-bells start ringing.
And of course this decorating style, along with his “wildly enthusiastic wide-eyed and energized” schtick is all just a big passive- aggressive foil. You see, he’s really been put on the planet to show all these AP-level kids how freaking lazy they’ve been all their lives and what a real boot-camp ass-kicking class is like, courtesy of his over-caffeinated, Napoleanic personality. You see, they may all be going places, but this day, they’re his!
But that’s not the worst of it. The worst is his bizarre insistence on using all these notoriously buggy “cloud computing” academic “aides” in order to process simple things like homework essays.
So if have been stupid enough to encourage your kid to read books and play sports instead of staying in his roomand learning to dissasemble his PC (blindfolded), guess who become the guinea pig in the great “figure out how this new-fangled 64-bit double-key encrypted 16 password entry bullshit works” process?
Hint — it’s not dear old Mom.
So here I am writing my post at post-midnight because I spent much of the evening visiting 53 separate websites and checking nine different on-line syllabus entries to find the proper “log-in information” so my son could submit his quotidian two page homework essay “the modern way.”
In case you were wondering (I know you are lock-jawed asleep right now), that way was “late” — as we didn’t get it into the bullshit cloud computing thingamijig (it allegedly checks for plagiarization, spooky, no?) until after the 10 pm deadline.
So I just e-mailed the damn paper to the geeky homunculus, 1998-style. I am hoping he bitches me out about it. Look for the results in the local paper, “Violent Crimes, unsolved” — section.
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The Dollar is down below $81, as forewarned, thanks to Ben doing as much cocaine as my son’s Bio teacher, and now the buck looks headed for the “neckline” of a pretty dismal head and shoulders pattern. More important to me than that (imho) bogus pattern is the return to the 38.2% fibonacci level after bouncing off it once already and not quite making it all the way to the 61.8% only to feel the tug of gravity all over again.
This second return may force the break we’ve been talking about, or it may simply be grounds for another bounce. Because of the relative overbot nature of my silver and gold plays, I’m hedging right now for the latter, but I will not rule out the former. Check the dollar weekly (weakly?) one more time and see if you can see a near term return to the $77-78 level in its future:
Yours in the fight against overzealous teacher-tyranny,
Jake.
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