Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Job Fairs



Attending job fairs is fast becoming one of the biggest wastes of time, gas and energy of all time.

I recently attended a couple of job fairs in Dallas to try my luck in the proverbial "Corporate America." Each experience helped me to decide that never again, unless I was forced at gunpoint, will I put myself through such grueling, disappointing, awkward experiences.

At each one, there were no visible instructions or guides to tell us what to expect. However, one

particular fair stands out as downright comedic. After two hours of putting all the puzzle pieces together on what to do and where to go, in a building that had no air conditioning to mix with the 90 degree temperature outside, I finally made it to a potential employer, only to be told to visit their Web site and complete their application online. And there it is. I got dressed and spent money on gas to travel to downtown Dallas only to visit about 15 employers who all said visit their Web site.

WTF?!

When will someone create the virtual job fair where at a certain time of day, employers will have a group of decision-makers log on to their Web site and wait to receive applications and resumes from potential employees? Then, in a "chatroom" setting, interview applicants and follow up with an in-person interview with candidates their interested in.

In the age of technology, that makes SO much more sense to me. Am I the only one?

Usually, most people who attend job fairs do not have jobs so (duh) who needs to waste money on gas for a wasted, ineffective trip? A virtual job fair would save gas, time and the sanity of both job seekers and employers everywhere!

Now why didn't I think of that! Oh. I did.

Until next time...couler avec la lumiére et l'univers

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

WTF?!


Okay, so I was trying not to comment on the Presy's chimp cartoon plight, but after receiving tons of e-mails on the subject (well, not that many, but you know how people

exaggerate when trying to make a point), I feel compelled to give my two cents. (And trust me, two cents on this subject is all I have. And, I scraped this up. It's just too energy sapping.)

First of all, how in the hell does a major publication that is supposed to be accountable for the integrity of what it prints allow a cartoonist's ignorance to infect its pages with blatant disrespect for our Presy?! Actually, dude is not ignorant. He is a very astute artist and knew exactly what the hell he was doing and knew without a doubt that his deliberate display of racism would be published for all the world to see.

So okay, the cartoonist and the paper declares, in short, those who felt offended misinterpreted the point of the cartoon. Okay, then. Sure.

Note: Big ups to all those who took their time to go out and boycott the New York Post. The thing is, I didn't get to see that powerful, moving event. Why? Because many major networks, including CNN, didn't consider it a newsworthy event. Hunh?

So, let me get this straight: In the U.S., Chris Brown beating the shit out of Rihanna is a more newsworthy event than potential death threats, ridicule, humiliation and racism against our Pres? Wow.

And come on B&N! How do you not know when a non-employee is putting a book in your display window?! Please come with one better than that.

So...where do we go from here? Well, I can tell you all this: get over it. Racism, covert and overt, personal and institutionalized exists and always will. So I say, don't get too caught up and waste too much energy moaning and complaining about it.

Instead, do something. The best thing? Turn their purses upside down. If you stop buying from the likes of B&N (damn, they were/are my fave; I'm still undecided) and The New York Post, or stop watching CNN, maybe they'll catch a clue that you cannot slander people and get away with it.

Karma is and always has been a bitch.

Until next time,
couler avec la lumiére et l'univers

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

It's TAKS Season..Again! (Not You Mr. IRS)


All over Texas today, students are nervous, were unable to sleep, have lost their hair and sanity, cannot eat, have stomach problems, broke out in hives, probably had suicidal thoughts or worse.

The reason?

Today, students are taking the TAKS test. (Are you serious? Let me get this straight: if some students don't pass this TAKS test, they will either fail or not graduate, even if otherwise their grade point average is passing?! Someone please e-mail or call or comment on this blog and tell me I'm wrong!)

It is unbearable to see our childen stressing like adults over a damn test!

Oddly, I haven't met any parent, educator or academic administrator yet who disagrees that the TAKS test is jeopardizing the real education of children. Our kids spend all school year being taught how to take a test to gauge how smart Texas is; but what about how smart the children are? What am I missing?

Teaching has taken on the shape of an assembly line methodology, or some sick domino effect! If the students fail, the teachers eventually lose their jobs. However, the Catch 22 is, teachers are no longer allowed to use their creativity to teach the individual child. They are teaching a group how to pass the TAKS exam. ARGH!

Homework is a joke. Students rarely have it because teachers are not allowed to assign that much of it, and when they do, students go home clueless about what to do. They can't ask their teachers for help because they cannot be late for the next class (that equals detention or referral) or it's not tutoring day or they have to schedule a time to meet with the teacher after school or send a request to Congress to get a Bill passed. (And of course if they have to ride the bus home, they can forget it.) (Oh, and the teachers have to be off the campus no later than about 30 minutes after school lets out.)

Some classes don't even use books anymore. Instead, everything is either online or students get a TAKS worksheet, use their own notes (but are not taught how to take good notes), look at an overhead or use a TAKS workbook that they cannot bring home, that drills them on learning to identify that a glove is to a hand just as a tablecloth is to a table. Or, is the wood to the table and the hand to the finger? It's all B to the S to me.

What is going on? Teachers are next in line to parents! And all parents know that it takes creativity to raise a child, so why should teaching be any different? All children do not learn the same way or at the same pace. Children expect you to care about them! They expect you to guide them! They expect you to prepare them for a wonderful life that we all guarantee they can have if they get an education! Good grief.

Our kids are human beings, not case studies or projects. Instead of spending all year preparing for a test that most teachers don't even support, how about spending the year letting teachers teach some old fashion reading, writing, arithmetic, handwriting, spelling and grammar? (Cursive writing is not even a requirement anymore, and handwriting classes are obsolete!)

Recently, I judged some essays written by eighth graders competing for scholarships. Out of about 50 that I read, 45 read like first graders wrote them! It made my stomach hurt. Across the board, the spelling, grammar, structure and content was embarrassing. I thought I was reading text messages on paper!

Doesn't anyone get it? If teachers are allowed to TEACH..really teach, then at the very least, our children can communicate their thoughts, write a complete sentence and know how to count. Let's get that part right first. Who created this rule and who are we trying to build up—the kids or the government?

Even the students get it. My teenage daughter told me she hates the TAKS. She called it stupid and said, instead of taking some test that doesn't make sense to pass to the next grade or graduate, if you have good grades by the end of the year, you should be able to take a semester exam, pass that, average it all and go on. If not, then you fail.

How's that for government policy?

Picture this for a school marquee: "State High School—Recognized. Students' Education—Overlooked.

Until next time,
couler avec la lumiére et l'univers