Fact versus Opinion for Adults
I taught my second graders the difference between fact and opinion this week. The students caught on very well. They can identify an opinion when they hear one and a fact when they hear one. The point is…second graders can understand fact and opinion. The problem I have with society is as people grow older they no longer understand the difference between fact and opinion. They start to believe their opinion is fact. That is what I’m writing this for…as a refresher.
First, a fact is something that is true for everyone and can be proven. The grass is green is something that is true for everyone and can be proven. I can go outside and pick up a blade of grass…it will be green. If a man from China sees that I pick up that blade from grass, it will still be green…true for everyone and can be proven.
An opinion is something that you personally think. Yes, it is arguable, but it is not true for everyone. Twilight is a terrible movie is an opinion. It is MY opinion. I have friends that love Twilight. That is their opinion. An opinion can not be proven and is not true for everyone.
All I ask is that if you have an opinion, please share, but do not force it on someone. It is YOUR opinion…that is the way it should stay.
For the New Year, I would love to say I’m going to be a whole new person with abs and a tan, but it isn’t going to happen. I’m instead choosing a much simpler approach. Instead I want to take things one step at a time and enjoy the year. In the end I could have abs and a tan, but that is not my goal. My goal is to enjoy. I want to be more honest with the people around me. I want to be more supportive, more assertive…more thankful. I want to rock the socks off of student teaching and end this year employed as a teacher. At the end of it all I just need to remember to breathe, relax, and not worry.
So…I am a 20 year old male and I cried in a haunted house. Let me tell you this fantastic story. It started out with a horrific 11.5 hours at work. Yum. Then me and a group of friends went to Tennessee for haunted houses. The first one we went to was called Monster Mountain. It is really long and it was really fun. If you talk to the actors they will talk back and stay in character at the same time. It is really cool and I talked to everyone. Nothing really scared me until the end. At the end you go into the circus. Everyone knows how scared I am of clowns…I hate them. So a clown is there and he is jumping out at us and such and he is talking in a high pitched voice. The circus is basically a maize of sheets. The clown flies in and out of them and we followed the clown. (Sidenote: This whole time Ben, who is 6’something is behind me) I looked back when we are about to exit and at first I think I see Ben, but I look again and its the clown. BEN IS GONE! This freaked me out soooo bad and the clown was trying to get one of us to come back inside to look for Ben. I would not go with the clown. So, Joanne goes with the clown and he comes back out without her and says, “Oh no, she left me”. At this point we are freaking the f*** out. So the other four of us go into the circus again. I’m at the end and I am holding tightly to the person’s hand in front of me so I don’t get lost. The clown then breaks my connection and jumps in front of me. Then in his regular voice say “You’re staying with me” I freaked and was like no, no, no, please let me out with the rest. He stood in front of me and I kept asking him to let me go because there was no other way out. He just stood there and kept saying stuff to me, so I tried pushing him out of the way, but he was huge. At this point, I gave up and started crying. Yes…I said it…I cried. Then I pulled out my phone and was trying to call 911 and I finally broke through him and ran. The other haunted houses sucked…but at the last haunted house, the ummm, introducer? was telling us a story about his daughter. Evidently, when she was younger, she was picked up by a grim reaper and he wouldn’t let her go. Her parents got separated from her by another monster. When they got out to complain to the manager…there was no grim reaper. What if the clown was not part of it? What if it was just supposed to be a maze. What if the clown was really going to kill me? I will never go back…ever.
Confidence is a stain you cant wipe off.
So, french test was…suprisingly not as hard as I imagined it. It was short and most of the hard words were in English and there wa bonus questions. But, I can’t help but shake the feeling that I’m being too confident and it’s going to bite me in the ass when he hands them back. I tried my hardest and that’s all I can expect from myself.
On a heavier note, why does someone who trust me with a million dollar investment not trust me to tell them the truth about something small. I mean, why would I lie about something stupid. Forreal? Also, thanks to the pesky little girls who are gonna get me in trouble because you couldn’t keep your boy toy in line and then didn’t want to do your job because of it. Get over it.
On a lighter note, Im super stoked about doing nothing after my English class. Well, except homework, but no work!!! I’m beginning to think it’s time to relocate my money source to somewhere with better pay annnnnd benefits. I’m back on work again. Back to relaxing tonight. I have a list of things including but not limited to watching glee, top gear, sleeping, eating, and doing absolutely nothing.
Thanks for listening. Or reading rather.
This is a completely different format…I just want someone to talk to. So the semester begins and I just spent 5 pm to 11pm doing homework and I’m still not completely done for the week. I had trouble with a review sheet in French and I have another one to do for Friday. I’m super nervous. I did find a tutor though, and I am also willing to pay someone to be my tutor…so if anyone could help me with that…that would be great. Which brings me to matter number two. I’ve already began procrastinating. I should be completely done with everything by now, but noooo…I have to go have fun or whatnot. Anywho, school is what is making me bald along with my hat at work…which brings me to matter number three. Thursday is my first day as a crew leader. No hat. Yay!!! Maybe my hair will grow back. This means a raise and more responsibility. I’m scared. My fellow crew leader will be Jason. I spent most of the day hanging out with him…which was fun. It was a nice change to have man time considering I mainly hang out with girls. I spent a lot of money of my new credit card and bought him lunch for his birthday. I really need more social interaction though. I hate working so much and going to school so much. Other than the butload of work…school is going awesome. I like my classes, minus French. My dad is worrying me. He has this thing on his back and our next door neighbor who is a nurse said that it looks like cancer. I’m hoping its not and if it is that it is removable and hasn’t spread…but he refuses to go to the doctor. Oh, kinda cool…I went over 120 mph for the first time ever on Saturday…actually, its the first time I’ve ever been over 100 mph. It was exciting and the coolest thing ever. The same night I agreed to help one of my friends put together a peice of furniture until 1:45 am. I ended up leaving at 4 because she didn’t really want to do much. It was irritating and I’ve realized she may be just pretending to be my friend to use me…so I demoted her from friend back down to manager only. She made me mad. I’ve also upgraded friendship of other people at work. Which reminds me…I’m nervous tomorrow. Let me just go ahead and say I am a great trainer…I trained a girl on the fountain on Monday and bam, she is good because I trained her…but tomorrow I have to train a guy in the kitchen. The boy had a mild form of autism and I’m nervous. But we will have a good day and he will be the best cook EVER…beside me of course. I’m done talking…time for bed.
■Today has been a good day overall.
■Good thing about the day: We found out my dad gets his social security benefit.
■Bad thing about the day: I would totally say work here, but I had a good day at work…so, I’m going to say my lack of contact with the outside world.
■Extrapolations/Rant session…blah blah blah
■What did you do today? I woke up, helped my dad do a few things, worked, did the books pretty much all by myself!!! I messed up, but whatever.
■Brain troubles (worries) I need to get all my school stuff together….school in a few days.
■Future Accomplishments(Goals) Get my hair cut, get my money in the bank and sleep. Maybe get some school stuff together considering I have a busy weekend.
■Song of the day: goodnight…not a song, just goodnight.
I figure this would be too long for Facebook, so here we go. It is 1:00 am and I’m laying in bed with my dog. I just finish watching Top Gear and I’m watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels. I have my headphones in and all of a sudden my dog jumps up out of bed and jumps up on the window. I notice she does this and I rip out my headphones to hear what sounds like a cat screaming and then I swear I hear a chuckle and the words “lets get out of here”. I do the manly thing and call my mom on the phone. My mother is two rooms away from me. MANLY!!! So on the second call, she comes to my room and I tell her something is outside. My dog is freaking. So my dad gets up too to check out the problem and none of us see nothing. So, I casually make myself some chocolate milk and pee and go back to bed. Everything should be good right? Wrong. My dog won’t go back to sleep and keeps staring out the window. My dog is the most relaxed dog ever…she forgets about things so easily. So, therefore…I am scared. I’m sleeping with one side of my lights on and a flashlight in my pocket. I made my dad retrieve my valuables out of my car…and this is really sad, but my dad took the keys out of their cars and brought them in and locked our front door. Yes, we leave the keys in our cars and we don’t lock the front door. Here is to tomorrow when I come home when its dark and I run inside, lock the door, then run to my room. Here is to not sleeping because if my dog can’t relax, then I can’t. Here is to sleeping with the lights on for a week. Here is to a 20 year old male being scared of the dark. Lovely day!!!
MY WONDERFUL FANTASTIC 8/24/11
■Today has been A FANFUCKINGTASTIC DAY!!! I’m being optimistic of course.
■Good thing about the day: Getting paid!
■Bad thing about the day: Working.
■Extrapolations/Rant session I don’t have much to rant about, just a lot on my mind. But here is one, don’t call me about something you haven’t tried doing yet. And especially don’t set there completly silent when something doesn’t work and expect me to be able to tell you what to do. I got shit to do.
■What did you do today? I went to work 11-6, went to my sisters house to fix her computer/ipods and then went home.
■Brain troubles (worries) School. Even more today than ever. French specifically. I am terrified. I need help. I need to take it because its one class compared to two, but why does it have to be so hard. I’m gonna cry. I’ve tried changing my schedule…but it is no use. Gah. :(
■Future Accomplishments(Goals) Sleep.
■Song of the day: Fuck you by Cee lo Green.