Posted on 12/02/2016 8:54:33 AM PST by C19fan
With final exams approaching, some universities are offering their students stress relief measures such as puppies, acupuncture, and massages to ensure they dont get too stressed out.
The University of North Carolina-Wilmington, for example, is providing its students with a relaxation station, complete with a number of stress relieving activities like puzzles, coloring, massages, puppies, and even acupuncture.
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It appears to me that the schools systems are spending so much time trying to plug students into a position rather than preparing them to think that they are overlooking their real task, being able to survive in the outside world independently. And it stats early.
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For polling, I wanted people who could write clearly and precisely and could do statistics accurately, understanding the limitations on the methods. The non-math people don’t stay in applied math, so almost everyone with the right degree who doesn’t have a terrible GPA can do the technical part of the work.
The rest of the work, connected to what the new generation calls “adulting”, is not something I ever bothered to teach employees. If you don’t know to show up on time, if you don’t know to work while you’re at work, and if you don’t know to speak up when you see a better way to do things, you’re not right for a small, aggressive business.
Sadly, there are limits on how much we can learn at one time. If they put their energy into learning about privilege and safe spaces, there is no room left for learning anything useful. On the other side, those who are tutored, babies, and protected throughout school and never grow up, are just as unemployable. They may have the knowledge and the GPA, but I don’t want them working for me if they can’t think on their own.
We never understood all the hoopla over finals. If you didn’t know the material by finals week, it was too late. We played cards half the night and went to the diner at 2 in the morning. No stress.
During one exam, the prof kept looking in his grade book and looking at me. Back and forth. Back and forth. Then he started pacing beside my desk. And back to his desk and frowned at me. Finally, he cleared his throat and told me to put away my pen and bring him my blue book which he tore up and tossed in the trash. You want to talk about stress! Oh, sure, he thought it was hilarious. Said I had the highest GPA so didn’t need to take the exam.
amen polster.
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