109 Green Ave East
Penticton, British Columbia
V2A 1Q2
May 25, 2011
Mr.Kleats
Soccer Coach
Central High School 123 Main Street
Sportstown, British Columbia,
V2A 1W3
Dear Mr. Kleats:
First off I would like to thank you for volunteering your own time to help coach my daughter, Veronica's, School Soccer team. I realize that it takes a significant amount of time out of your own schedule to coach the girls. I do have some concerns to address with you on your coaching styles.
When a practice is scheduled to begin at 3:30pm and all the players are out on the field and ready by that time, it is expected that the coach is also there at that time to supervise the girls' practice. The days that you do attend on time, the practices are usually disorganized and lack a the guidance that is need for coaching this age group. I realize you may have errands and other personal issues to attend too before practice but I would recommend doing them earlier in the day to insure you arrive as planned to the practices.
I have attended all my daughter's games except for one, and during these games I noticed that you are not giving all the players equal playing time. I'm not sure if this is due to attendance or playing skill, but since this is a little league I think it is more important that all the girls get time on the field. And I have noticed your vocal style of coaching from the sidelines, while I'm sure you need to raise your voice a little to make your presence known over the entanglement of girls on the field, I would think that toning it down a bit would create a more stress free game. Veronica often tells me that "winning isn't the best thing, it's the only thing", which she says you tell the team during practices and games. Winning is a good thing, but the learning experience and having fun should be emphasized more.
Sincerely,
JORDAN JANZ
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
The New Learning Curve
A high school diploma. Symbolizes ones understanding of learning and greater achievement of knowledge. Many have battled my way through the endeavours of middle school, and karate kicked a passage through high school, expelling effort at every corner. But a new standard is set in which allows for students to do more "life living" learning, hands on learning, as well as developing the ability to understand very basic problems and most likely being able to solve them. Through these methods, as well as doing some archaic methods of learning such as going to class, you will be guaranteed a prestigious high school graduate diploma.
Students now have the luxury of being able to not attend classes as often, giving them much more time to do more important activities, such as standing in the school's parking lot talking about all the cars they want, but can't afford. The never ending challenges that the high standard of learning in tales is a moderate task for any teenage student looking to sail through life without much effort at all. Students ability to spend less time in class learning from ancient texts and more time outside doing recreational drugs and drinking energy drinks gives the mind the energetic boost that is lacking in the stereotype schoolyard setting. This allows for a wider, freelance version of learning you can't achieve with a university graduate leading the way.
A teacher may teach about a material before letting a student handle it, but for students following the learning curve, a lesson is before a lab is not necessary, for the knowledge to succeed is buried in the many hopeless attempts they will undoubtedly attempt. As long as you show up and give an attempt at what needs to be done, you are guaranteed a beautiful passing grade. It's an amazing feeling of accomplishment when a teacher teaches the new generation trivial things, while the new learning curve makes this happen less, it teaches students how to fake their way through a class, pretending like they know what they are doing and copying all the notes down later. The new learning curve truly makes teachers feel better about themselves. Thank you learning curve.
Students enrolled under the new learning curve of high school have many advantages over the underprivileged kids who still read books. Instead of wasting time reading and writing, the new curve kids under go many deep conundrums, such as how they are going to get their daily nicotine intake as well as how they will convince their peers to give them some money. Learning the ins and outs of getting things for free is a valued life skill that can not be taught out of a text book and will be a leading form of income in the future of these bright onlookers. Students who read the books may know that 2 + 2 = 4, but they don't know that learning your parents signature can get you out of gym class.
The fabled high school diploma is now in reach for any student due to the amazing new standard that high school has adapotted. High schools all over Canada and the USA will now spit out some of the most successful McDonald's employees and grease monkeys that the exausted, elderly generation has ever known. The bell rings for class and students are outside in the smokers pit. The system works.
Students now have the luxury of being able to not attend classes as often, giving them much more time to do more important activities, such as standing in the school's parking lot talking about all the cars they want, but can't afford. The never ending challenges that the high standard of learning in tales is a moderate task for any teenage student looking to sail through life without much effort at all. Students ability to spend less time in class learning from ancient texts and more time outside doing recreational drugs and drinking energy drinks gives the mind the energetic boost that is lacking in the stereotype schoolyard setting. This allows for a wider, freelance version of learning you can't achieve with a university graduate leading the way.
A teacher may teach about a material before letting a student handle it, but for students following the learning curve, a lesson is before a lab is not necessary, for the knowledge to succeed is buried in the many hopeless attempts they will undoubtedly attempt. As long as you show up and give an attempt at what needs to be done, you are guaranteed a beautiful passing grade. It's an amazing feeling of accomplishment when a teacher teaches the new generation trivial things, while the new learning curve makes this happen less, it teaches students how to fake their way through a class, pretending like they know what they are doing and copying all the notes down later. The new learning curve truly makes teachers feel better about themselves. Thank you learning curve.
Students enrolled under the new learning curve of high school have many advantages over the underprivileged kids who still read books. Instead of wasting time reading and writing, the new curve kids under go many deep conundrums, such as how they are going to get their daily nicotine intake as well as how they will convince their peers to give them some money. Learning the ins and outs of getting things for free is a valued life skill that can not be taught out of a text book and will be a leading form of income in the future of these bright onlookers. Students who read the books may know that 2 + 2 = 4, but they don't know that learning your parents signature can get you out of gym class.
The fabled high school diploma is now in reach for any student due to the amazing new standard that high school has adapotted. High schools all over Canada and the USA will now spit out some of the most successful McDonald's employees and grease monkeys that the exausted, elderly generation has ever known. The bell rings for class and students are outside in the smokers pit. The system works.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
The Unjust Duo
"Where are we going to go next Jim?" wonders Billy with the realization that staying in one spot means they will certainly be discovered. "We need to keep moving or-"
"Don't worry about it Billy. I know what I'm doing; I got us out didn't I?" Exclaims Jim, the brains of the two fugitive men.
Jim and Billy had made a daring break from the prison where they were being held for a string of tyrannous break-ins combined with a several charges of battery assault. Being on the run for nearly 2 days now, the two menacing men have grown tired of running and have stopped to hide in a dimly lit, abandoned building.
Billy peered innocently over at Jim, "If we are staying here for the night, do y'figure that we could light us up a fire to stay warm?"
"Fire would give off way too much light Billy. God damn," proclaimed Jim with an iron and commanding voice, " we might as well turn ourself in!"
"Oh...I'm sorry Jim. Guess I wasn't really thinkin' too hard about the consequences."
"You rarely do. But that's why I am the brains of our little masquerade."
Billy shut up. He knew that Jim was the one who planned the minor heists. Thinking back on all the crimes they have committed, Billy smirks, " We sure did have some good times, with the break-ins and beat downs I mean. Eh Jim?" Jim knew what he meant. It's the adrenaline that rushes through his veins that makes him want to do the horrible things that he does.
After being silent for a moment, Jim weakly whispered, " Ya, if only that woman didn't die. That wasn't part of the plan. We would be high rollers if it wasn't for that. It wasn't part of the plan." Jim's head shrunk down.
"Not your fault Jim," remarked Billy, " you couldn't have known that she would fall down the stairs like that. Not anyone would have known."
Jim, being a minute bit reassured whimpered,"You're right. Bitch had it coming."
Right as he finished his sentence, siren lights shined through the broken windows. Jim and Billy's hearts suddenly skipped a beat.
"Don't worry about it Billy. I know what I'm doing; I got us out didn't I?" Exclaims Jim, the brains of the two fugitive men.
Jim and Billy had made a daring break from the prison where they were being held for a string of tyrannous break-ins combined with a several charges of battery assault. Being on the run for nearly 2 days now, the two menacing men have grown tired of running and have stopped to hide in a dimly lit, abandoned building.
Billy peered innocently over at Jim, "If we are staying here for the night, do y'figure that we could light us up a fire to stay warm?"
"Fire would give off way too much light Billy. God damn," proclaimed Jim with an iron and commanding voice, " we might as well turn ourself in!"
"Oh...I'm sorry Jim. Guess I wasn't really thinkin' too hard about the consequences."
"You rarely do. But that's why I am the brains of our little masquerade."
Billy shut up. He knew that Jim was the one who planned the minor heists. Thinking back on all the crimes they have committed, Billy smirks, " We sure did have some good times, with the break-ins and beat downs I mean. Eh Jim?" Jim knew what he meant. It's the adrenaline that rushes through his veins that makes him want to do the horrible things that he does.
After being silent for a moment, Jim weakly whispered, " Ya, if only that woman didn't die. That wasn't part of the plan. We would be high rollers if it wasn't for that. It wasn't part of the plan." Jim's head shrunk down.
"Not your fault Jim," remarked Billy, " you couldn't have known that she would fall down the stairs like that. Not anyone would have known."
Jim, being a minute bit reassured whimpered,"You're right. Bitch had it coming."
Right as he finished his sentence, siren lights shined through the broken windows. Jim and Billy's hearts suddenly skipped a beat.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Baring witness to a cruel deed or a verbally hurtful comment will leave any person feeling uncomfortable and not sure about how to react. Reasoning about whether or not you should step in and try to put the abuse to a urgent halt, or to try and ignore the actions and live in ignorant bliss. It is not until later that one may realise that they completely ignored the feelings of the victim of this event. The hurt and anguish. Being too caught up in your own emotions and not taking the second to think about how this bullied down soul feels is one of the most fundamental reasons bullying is not stopped.
In a blackened out, cloudy day, Princess Margret Secondary School is the glimmer of sunlight that symbolizes the hope for not just a school, but a nation as a whole. The prison-like exterior may emit negative vibrations of the establishment, but this establishment of education is a place of comfort and joy. The student body of ~750 is a glorious example of the ideal school. Cliques and groups may separate the students as a whole, but when need to coexist, the students always step up. Like a honorable colonel of a army, each and every student can take a stand and display leadership qualities and understanding for a greater good. A bully free zone.
Princess Margret Secondary School is the diamond in the rough. A perfect example of friendliness and academics, all seamlessly blended together with a strong mutual calm. An amazing school of the present. The ideal school of the future.
In a blackened out, cloudy day, Princess Margret Secondary School is the glimmer of sunlight that symbolizes the hope for not just a school, but a nation as a whole. The prison-like exterior may emit negative vibrations of the establishment, but this establishment of education is a place of comfort and joy. The student body of ~750 is a glorious example of the ideal school. Cliques and groups may separate the students as a whole, but when need to coexist, the students always step up. Like a honorable colonel of a army, each and every student can take a stand and display leadership qualities and understanding for a greater good. A bully free zone.
Princess Margret Secondary School is the diamond in the rough. A perfect example of friendliness and academics, all seamlessly blended together with a strong mutual calm. An amazing school of the present. The ideal school of the future.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Harry Potter has nothing on me. I am the star that lights the universe. I am a peanut butter and jam sandwich, the smooth kind, not crunchy. I am both Romeo and Juliet. I once killed a bear in my sleep, with nothing but a toothpick. Bunnies love my hair. I seduced mother nature with my boyish charm and Olympian body. I visited a psychic to warn her of her future. I bring a knife to a gun fight, just to even the odds. I am a dominatrix. I eat bread with the crust left on.
Every second Tuesday I fight a dragon. Every second Wednesday I eat dragon leftovers. Protein. On Thursday I have a nap, with my eyes open. My tears are the cure for cancer. I told Pluto that it isn't a planet. I sneezed, and created the universe. I starred in the play " Our American cousin" in April 14, 1865. I am the best man to weddings I do not attend. Macgyver comes to me for ideas. Using only a twig, 3 jube jubes, and raw emotion, I protected the village of Kakapopocachoo from a warthog ninja. After a visit, the great wall of China had to be renamed " the wall" . People ask me what came first, chicken or the egg. I simply tell them, " I did". I speak Braille. My name was in the credits of the movie "Superman" as the drawn inspiration.
Teaching cats to bark is a facile hobby that I picked up on my trip to the 8th wonder of the world. My summer home on the moon. Fear is afraid of me. In a murky hollow, high in the Himalayan mountains, I beat the red power ranger at rock, paper, scissors. Jeeves asks me. A cat once spoke to me. I once spoke to a rock. Unknowingly, I cured cancer in my sleep. In my down time, I move mountains with nothing but a plastic straw. I know the last digit of pi. 3. I was lost in a decollete tropical forest when I learned to speak French from a parrot.
My name is whispered in the farthest corners of the Earth. I threw the ring into the molten deeps of Mordor. I can count to 15 using nothing but my fingers. Wishing wells toss coins at me. Magic. Saving a kitten from a intensely lit-ablaze spruce tree has earned me the title "Best person ever". I phoned E.T. to converse about old times. I once meditated for 18 years, just to better understand the sound of a butterfly flying. Monsters dream of me. El Chupacabra wonders if I am real. In a deep and damp section of unmarked lands, in foliage cover meadow, is where I saw Bigfoot. Santa and I are on a first name basis. Darkness is an absence of light, and Light is an absence of me. I hurt candies teeth.
I have eaten a ghost chile. I have walked to the edge of a table and back again without moving. I have preformed heart surgery on myself, just to see if I could. I have trademarked the word "hello". In the early 18th century, I lobbed a Massive land mass into the Pacific ocean. The next day Hawaii was discovered. I have stayed awake through an opera. I have a tail. I have acquired a skill that allows me to vigorously drink water without hesitation.
But I have never showered.
Every second Tuesday I fight a dragon. Every second Wednesday I eat dragon leftovers. Protein. On Thursday I have a nap, with my eyes open. My tears are the cure for cancer. I told Pluto that it isn't a planet. I sneezed, and created the universe. I starred in the play " Our American cousin" in April 14, 1865. I am the best man to weddings I do not attend. Macgyver comes to me for ideas. Using only a twig, 3 jube jubes, and raw emotion, I protected the village of Kakapopocachoo from a warthog ninja. After a visit, the great wall of China had to be renamed " the wall" . People ask me what came first, chicken or the egg. I simply tell them, " I did". I speak Braille. My name was in the credits of the movie "Superman" as the drawn inspiration.
Teaching cats to bark is a facile hobby that I picked up on my trip to the 8th wonder of the world. My summer home on the moon. Fear is afraid of me. In a murky hollow, high in the Himalayan mountains, I beat the red power ranger at rock, paper, scissors. Jeeves asks me. A cat once spoke to me. I once spoke to a rock. Unknowingly, I cured cancer in my sleep. In my down time, I move mountains with nothing but a plastic straw. I know the last digit of pi. 3. I was lost in a decollete tropical forest when I learned to speak French from a parrot.
My name is whispered in the farthest corners of the Earth. I threw the ring into the molten deeps of Mordor. I can count to 15 using nothing but my fingers. Wishing wells toss coins at me. Magic. Saving a kitten from a intensely lit-ablaze spruce tree has earned me the title "Best person ever". I phoned E.T. to converse about old times. I once meditated for 18 years, just to better understand the sound of a butterfly flying. Monsters dream of me. El Chupacabra wonders if I am real. In a deep and damp section of unmarked lands, in foliage cover meadow, is where I saw Bigfoot. Santa and I are on a first name basis. Darkness is an absence of light, and Light is an absence of me. I hurt candies teeth.
I have eaten a ghost chile. I have walked to the edge of a table and back again without moving. I have preformed heart surgery on myself, just to see if I could. I have trademarked the word "hello". In the early 18th century, I lobbed a Massive land mass into the Pacific ocean. The next day Hawaii was discovered. I have stayed awake through an opera. I have a tail. I have acquired a skill that allows me to vigorously drink water without hesitation.
But I have never showered.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Breathe and Relax
The epitome of suspense. Pass or fail. That is graduation year, or grade 12, as the mindless students of a prison resembling school would call it. A year filled with struggles, stress, and the over dramatic scenes that plague the halls. Princess Margret Secondary School, or "Maggie", if you will, is my high school that I will be graduating from in the coming months, and it suffers from these defects. Through years of trial and error, I have concluded that stress is the leading factor of kids not enjoying school. Fret not my readers, for I have a mild solution to slide by the year without feeling the stress. The secret is...stop caring. Yes, stop caring, the simplest, yet, apparently hardest thing to do. While this technique is not for everyone (WARNING: involves the ability to remember specific details from no memorization tactics), but it has worked marvels for me. I tend to exercise this by not doing math homework and overall not trying to exceed in any subject that doesn't fit in my post secondary future. This was my greatest accomplishment in the testing of the theory. While not doing math homework but acing tests, I took off a load of stress off my chest and it gave me the time to relax in my day. You can call me an underachiever, lazy, or any other reference that depicts me as a person that doesn't care to do the work; and you wouldn't be far off. I do not apply myself in subjects i do not believe will benefit me. I actually like doing math, but I do not see math in my near future. That being said, I urge all students to not get caught up with the stresses and the repetitiveness of school. Stop, take a breath and enjoy what time you have as a youth in today's world.
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