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I believe you.
I just copy you.
what ^ he says. So.
That sounds like what an American friend of mine once affectionately termed "Eurotrash Art-Fat Commie Bullshit".
"Eurotrash Art-Fag Commie Bullshit".
Bears correcting, bears repeating.
but you dont know till you go, right?
YOU won't know til you go. I know... because I'm a miserable judgemental bastard.
And because it still hurts me that people in my GCSE art class got higher marks than me because of their ability to bullshit convincingly about 'art' that any idiot could have come out with, when I spent ages on my lovingly textured bowl of fruit. Hurts!
did you used to get stars for "effort"?
Let me take you to a quiet primary school in the east of London. A school where they take children out of maths classes to sit them in a cold hall every Tuesday before lunch and make them sing songs about Jesus. A school where there is a chart on the wall of every classroom segregating, by system of 'stars', the unterkinder from the uberkinder. Stars are rewarded by order of importance:
1) For shutting the fuck up.
2) For not assaulting other students.
3) For good spelling.
4) For good quality of work.
Hence the higher echelons of this star-grade system were dominated by the well-behaved female offspring of middle class parents, for children with 'self esteem issues', which is to say 'div kids', and good spellers. With the average rump of the classroom bunched together in redundent mid-table mediocrity.
Every Friday afternoon there would be a lavishly attended assembly, the highlight of which was the Student Of The Week awards. The children would file in, sit on the cold laquerwood floor cross-legged while pan pipe music played. Mr Jones the headteacher would grace us with his presence after 20 minutes of this soothing music to sooth us some more with a 45-minute long parable involving Jesus, which differed from the parables we received previously in the Monday and Wednesday assemblies by the simple addition of 10 minutes of running time.
Finally, the Student Of The Week awards. Like the star chart, SOTW was a system whereby children of obvious mental superiority joined with children of obvious mental difficiency to have their existance validated by being allowed to sit on plastic chairs on a stage in the assembly hall while the rest of the school stared up at them with barely disguised apathy, broken only by mandatory applause when the lucky students were called up to receieve their award.
The impact of such rewards was slightly blunted by the fact that every student in the school was scheduled to receive the SOTW at least once per academic year.