Sunday, August 19, 2007

-Good Eengrish.-

READ THIS
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Teeching (expetially engrish) dese days is ackcherlly nort an easy profession to sukseed in. to you no why?

Well, exactly for that reason itself. According to society, illiteracy seems to be an epidemic that has long since been curbed, but apparently (and surprisingly, shell-shockingly, mind-numbingly) not. Just because we haven't hit the ground writhing, bleeding, screaming from the impact; doesn't mean we're not falling.

Now stay with me. Think. Imagine this scenario. Because of all the failed english educators that the ministry let slip past (inadvertently, of course) probably because of their excellent, omniscient qualifications; the lithe, perfect minds of students that parents have entrusted in the hands of the educators, that are in need of careful moulding, that have so much unreached potential, that parents put such high hopes in -- Well, what happens to them?

These brilliant, unmoulded minds spend hours and hours in school (the precious time that can be spent gently directing them to the right road) looking out the window at trees, grass and clouds, playing with imagination, just so to keep boredom at bay. Or otherwise, being confused and jabbed in the wrong direction (with pointed fingernails to the smalls of their backs) by obvious spelling and grammar errors.

English teachers. And what next? Society crashes. Bammo. There you go. See that light red dot? The one at the bottom of the sea? Well there it is. Singapore. The wonderful, multifariously amazing, perfect country that sunk due to the weight of the burden that consisted of imperfect Singlish and barely copacetic, egregious English. Let us all tip our hats, ladies and gentlemen.

A new generation of intelligent, erudite, all-rounded youths. How, when there are no role models? A new breed of learned, logophilic english speakers (Speek Good Engreesh Campaign, remember that?). How, when one's youngest sister is better at spelling and grammar than the educator in question?

Why this post, you ask? Well, thank my teacher.



Credit to Kaylin, Ashre, Brian.
And of course, the the educator in question, because there would be no post otherwise.
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Ohh the joys of being able to be retarded. That is My World in front of me, a collection of used disposables and cutlery.

(Once again, as always, coverup because I look stupid.)





| so spoken! @ 4:38 PM|

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