What is up with Political Science teachers?

So I was looking at last week's post and I realized that I need pictures, or else it makes this very dry. "No butter, no yam, just dry!" But the are no pictures to go with this post, so sorry, sucks for you! Just kidding, do not take offense to that and please keep reading.

Today's post is really actually a complaint....about political science teachers.

For those who have seen the movie "First Daughter" your reaction may be, are politics actually a science? Well apparently they are, it's just that the politicians in our world understand it. 

So in requirement to graduate from high school on time, I have had to take two classes.The first one, I have to admit, was pretty awesome. My teacher was great, I did really well in the class, and no final! It was even interesting! That is so not was what I expected. However this next one is NOT the same story.

Through turns of events, I have had to take my government class online. This teacher is not the same awesome teacher that I had before. In fact, I find myself more and more frustrated with him. Here is why:

First of all, he has a custom order for our books, so that we can only buy it at the bookstore. Fine, it wasn't that much, I can deal. Well a part of this custom order was a code for an online lab thing. He puts a link from the online class page directly to where we enter the code and create a log in. (In a side note, the first word on that code was LSWAG. I was like, that's right, I-got-swag) Well when I entered said code, it popped up that this code has multiple parts and it is unsure of which one I am trying to use. I go through this whole online support thing, and they tell me that my code doesn't match my book. What the heck?!?! He puts on there a forum for questions to the instructor and tell him my situation. He tells me that I have to go to the actual page and enter in a different book and then my code. Hey brilliant teacher, why didn't you just say that then putting a bad link on the page in the first place?

Another problem I have with him arises with one of the weekly assignments. We have this weekly forum thing where we have to write a lengthy response to his questions and then respond to three of our classmates. I am so not okay with the whole respond to my peers thing, but I do it. So we're all cordial with each other, but still pointing things out about how we didn't think our response through. However, after the first week, he puts up this 10 page thing about how we need to think critically about these things and our required 100 words doesn't include niceties like "I liked your response." Basically, he wanted us to argue and have heated debates. So the next week, that is what I did. I pointed out what was wrong with what they had stated, or so they thought. But apparently I didn't! When he put the grades up for the response, he docks me and says that my responses to my peers was weak. What?!? I went to bed that night feeling like I had ripped my classmates apart! Seriously? What do you want me to say? Even though you say everything that I agree with, I am going to pick apart everything that you said, but it was still good. This is why I really enjoy being able to sit in the back of the class and just put in random input that either has absolutely everything we talked about 5 minutes ago and nothing with what we're talking about now, or something I am really passionate about. 

Grrr....

The next part just kind of makes me laugh. So like fifteen minutes ago I was in the online classroom and he posted about this week's upcoming reading assignments. He made some comment about being students of political science. Hey buddy, did you read our introductory statements? We are ALL, except one, taking this class because we have too. Most of us are in running start and need it to graduate high school before graduating college. Others are taking it because it fulfills an AA requirement. Only one person is actually a student of political science. So to say that we are political scientists in training is the biggest overstatement in the world! Well maybe not the world and maybe not the biggest but it's still huge! This is my favorite part though. The rule is that when we take the quizzes, we cannot use our notes or book. Well he always put this statement: use integrity within yourself and the universe. I'm not really sure how to take this to tell you the truth. If that is supposed to be not offensive to those few people who believe the universe is the source of ultimate power, then I guess that's great. But I have a religion and I don't fear the universe, so that doesn't really help me be more full of integrity. I have as much integrity that a 17 year old can muster, and I don't really need to be reminded, thanks though!

The moral of my story is that political science teachers are strange. Some of them are great like my Global Affairs teacher. Some of them just make you want to the quarter end that much sooner. Here's to only a month and a half!

Aren't dentists supposed to protect your teeth?

Hello all,

This inaugural post is about the people we all love: dentists. This last week, I had my semi-annual cleaning. No big deal right? I've been there a thousand times, and they all know me by name, even though I have no idea who they are. Going to be an awesome experience right? Not exactly.

Ok don't get me wrong, it wasn't as bad as the time I went in for a cleaning and came out with three fillings. And I didn't even get numbed right on the side with two fillings. This was not even close to being that bad. I just had a few.....let's call them realizations.

So I had brushed my teeth that morning before my run, and I didn't want to brush twice that morning, so I simply didn't eat anything after my run (I know, bad idea future personal trainer). Part of being me, I am always hungry. But thanks to the lovely fluoride, another part is having to have an empty stomach before dentist appointments, or the trash can will become my new friend. OK, remember this as it will become important later.

This awesome appointment started out with the routine medical questions (physically I am quite healthy, I am not so sure about the mental part though). Then it came up, "Hey, looks like you're due for a new picture." Gee, I am so glad that I took the time to look okay this morning. I was hoping for a cute boy in the lobby (which didn't happen), but this works too. So the lady decided to check the cover picture. Who's bright idea was it to put a picture that made me look like a stoned 13 year old on there? Really? It's not like the braces were bad enough!

OK, got a new picture, not so bad. I mean this one was way better that other attempt of crushing a person's self esteem. I am waiting for the hygienist to come in and low and behold, it turns out to be my totally awesome dentist (no sarcasm, I promise). She has this weird metal stick thing that she always uses to attempt to pry my teeth out of my skull; it tastes like evergreen (don't ask). So I was expecting this, but instead she shoves a air brush thing in my mouth and puts air on the one tooth that doesn't bother me. "Do you feel anything?" Uh, no. Try the other side, and see how fast my body reacts. Apparently it's a watch spot. I didn't notice anything before, but later that day when I had a big bowl of grapes, I noticed it. Thank you for that.
So the hygienist's first method of attack was the hand tools. I really want to know who makes those things, because they look like they belong to Dr. Jekyll. She comes at me with this rather large fishing hook and starts to attack my teeth, and at first it was no problem. At first. I will be the first to admit, I am not the world's best brusher. Even with the electronic toothbrush, I try to multitask when I brush and it just doesn't turn out well. Because of this, I get some build up along my bottom teeth in the front. When it gets to that point, what does she do? Jabs the hook in my gums, doesn't apologize, then cleans that tooth like she did nothing wrong. She then asks if I have any sensitivity there. Before I can figure out how to answer her when her hands are still in my mouth she goes on to say how I might be due to my bad brushing skills. The only sensitivity I felt lady was the hole my punched into my gum. Continuing on with these hand tools, she put the hook in between my teeth. Nothing wrong with that, right? Wrong! I seriously thought that she was going to pull my teeth out. Hmmm new method of torture. Let's use a hook and pull every tooth out of your head. We really should have all professions communicate better, we might get more things done that way. Finally that was done.
Her next method of attack, the tooth polisher. Now this part really wasn't that bad. The only problem I had was her gloves that tasted like windex all up in my mouth so that it lasted longer than the taste of fluoride. Really, people? You can make bacon flavored dental floss, but you can't make dental gloves that don't make you wonder what harsh chemical you're ingesting today? I mean, we ingest bad chemicals everyday, just ask the people who are regulars are McDonalds, but don't let us know that we're doing it and we'll just be fat, dumb and happy. That's all that matters anyways, right?
Okay so here comes the fluoride. They used to have this foamy trays that they would place in your mouth for hours on end, tell you not to swallow, put the thing that sucks your tongue out of your head in there and call it good. I cannot tell you how many times I gagged per tray. Now they have this handy rinse that you just put in your mouth, don't swallow and swish for a minute. The only problem is, most people actually do swallow when they swish things, it's just a fact of life. I learned it in an experiment with saltine crackers and iodine (another story for another day). So here I am swishing thinking: "Don't swallow, don't gag. Don't swallow, don't gag." I'm pretty sure I swallowed a couple of times. Hope I don't drop any IQ points. Here comes my favorite part: "Don't eat or drink anything for 30 minutes." Are you kidding me?!?! This lady had to have heard my stomach growling. There are two grocery stores and four fast food restaurants within a minute of this place and she expects me not to eat? That is almost as bad as when I got my wisdom teeth out...okay maybe not that bad.
Anyway this is my question. If we are attacked by hooks that pull our teeth out of our head, drills that are supposed to fix our holes, and swish something that if we swallow we'll lose IQ points, what part of that is making your teeth last longer? I'm just saying, aren't dentists supposed to help make our teeth better?

About this blog

Hi, this blog is about the rants and ravings of a high school/college student. Currently I am both. There is a program in my state that allows me to go to college and complete a 2 year degree, while serving as my high school credits. I find that as I am going through these many classes and uploading all of this information that all of these thoughts and questions occur. I post lots of them on facebook and I get many good thoughts about the things that I post, so I decided to make this blog. You see, sometimes I wonder about whether or not the adults in this society care about the thoughts of kids like me. Barely adults but have lots of ideas to share. To be perfectly honest, I don't care if people really read this, I am just puting my thoughts out there for the world to see.
Ok, a little bit more about me.
I have less than 5 months left of high school, and three quarters of college. Meaning I will be going year round this year (yay! :/) I highly enjoy exercising and being healthy, so a lot of my posts will most likely be about that. I also highly enjoy music. Hardly anything can beat the feeling of a music making your brain bounce and your whole entire body going "Wow!" I'm not adding much more about myself, because through out this blog, you will see my personality come out. Plus, if I want the whole world to see, I want to keep me a little more hidden. I'm not a complete idiotic teenager, only half as you will soon see. I hope that you enjoy what I think, as I will try to keep it funny and entertaining. If not, don't read it! Enjoy!