20 September 2008

16 September 2008

The Joy Of SATs

I was more timid at school. If I couldn't do something, I usually imagined it was something to do with me. Part of me admires the sheer volume of self-confidence which goes into writing little messages to the examiner explaining the problems with their questions.

Of course, only a very tiny part of me, as the rest knows full well that little Johnny here spent most of the year removing and replacing the top of his whiteboard pen instead of actually paying any attention to how much the angles of a triangle add up to.

13 September 2008

The Pencil Sharpener Of Terror

This isn't traditional Broken Chalk fare: more of that soon. It's just something I found whilst trawling browsing BoingBoing and, after staring blankly in disbelief, thought it'd be nice to post here.

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Basically, a ten year old, with that curious logic beloved of ten year olds, has broken his pencil sharpener but decided to keep the blade part in order to sharpen his pencil. Upon being caught sharpening away with this admittedly dangerous bit of kit, he readily admits to it and explains his intent. The teacher, who is presumably insane, decides not to say 'Well, that's rather dangerous actually - think what you could have done to your fingers if it slipped. I think I'll keep this, and I'm sure that we have a proper pencil sharpener somewhere that you could use.' and instead sets off a massively spiralling set of procedures. Principal, police, suspension, permanent record. Oh, and plenty of tears. If you're an educator and you've not upset and permanently tarred an innocent (if rather naïve) child today, you're doing something wrong...

Remember kids: zero tolerance means zero common sense!

Original story here.