“Lifeguards can breathe underwater.”
“YOU ARE SO EGOTESTICLE”
Um… the word is EGOTISTICAL
I don’t dare post a photo with this one.
“MY MOM SAYS I SHOULD GO TO SCHOOL IN MISSISSIPPI. WHERE IS MISSISSIPPI?”
It’s right here! Geez. What’s going on that a high school senior doesn’t know where the U.S. states are located?
So I decided to investigate, and found this on www.usnews.com:
High School Seniors’ Geography Scores Don’t Improve
High school seniors’ scores on a national geography assessment showed no improvement between 2001 and 2010, and scores have declined from 1994 levels, according to a report released Tuesday by the National Center for Education Statistics (NCES)…
“Geography is taught as part of social studies in grades K-4,”…Geography typically appears in grades 7 or 8 as a stand-alone course with a ‘world cultures’ label. In high school, geography is rarely taught as a stand-alone course.”
I guess she was absent a lot in elementary and middle school.
And then I found this at the Foreign Policy Research Institute site… no wonder she doesn’t know where Mississippi is!
“We all must learn geography in order to learn history. That is why it is so disheartening that many youth emerge from American schools virtually illiterate in geography. The 2002 “national report card” on geography found that 16 percent of eighth graders could not locate the Mississippi River on a map, and only one-quarter of high school seniors were able to interpret maps, describe regional features and socioeconomic and political factors.”
Good luck, senior, if you go to school in Mississippi. Hope you find it!
Note to readers: the main reason for this post is that I enjoy spelling Mississippi!
“WHICH WAS IS EAST?”
the fifteen-year-old boy said, waving his arms and pointing to various corners of the classroom.
“Well, which way is north?” I said.
The teen looked totally confused. “I just want to know which ocean that is in the east,” he explained.
I scratched my head. “Haven’t you ever been down the shore?”
“Yeah, sure.” He nodded. “Which ocean is that?”
I wonder if now, after all the hurricane related coastal flooding, this teen has learned that it’s the ATLANTIC OCEAN?!?!
Um…probably not. His power has been off and he’s had no internet service.
“THAT NEW INTERFACE IS CLOO-DGY”
What? I can’t even spell this one.
Oh… maybe he does know what he’s talking about. Every once in a while.
From the freedictionary:
kludge or kluge
DO THEY KILL THE MOCKINGBIRD AT THE END OF THE BOOK?
Uh. That would be a No.
Perhaps kids should wait until high school to read this classic.
“NOT FOR NUTTIN’”
What the heck does this mean? I’ve heard it numerous times as an introductory phrase to what the person has to say, but I have no idea what it signifies and it’s driving me nuts.
So, not for nuttin’ but I think it’s about time I figure out the meaning of ‘not for nuttin’.
To begin with, the word “nuttin” does not refer to nuts or the collecting of nuts. It’s the northern New Jersey/ NYC) pronunciation of the word “nothing.” So are ya’ clear on dat?
The phrase, the Urban Dictionary people contend, is the NYC/East Coast slang of the Caucasian working class (particularly Italians) and is usually pronounced “Not f’nuthin’, but….” (note: this is Urban Dictionary speaking—not me)
Some say that the origin of the phrase is the Italian “non per niente,” which generally means “not that I have anything to gain by this.”
So Sue and Maryann, now I know what youse means when youse say “not for nuttin.”
Dat ends dis blog entry.
(squirrel image courtesy of Animalclipart.net)
“ISN’T IT FUNNY?”
Many of us with older parents fear they’ll develop Alzheimer’s disease—that dreaded form of dementia that robs the person of memories of even the closest family members.
So when I received a very weird handwritten note in the mail from my mother, I feared the worst. This is what the cryptic note said:
O A B C D puppies?
M N O puppies.
O S A R
C M P N?
OMG! I said to myself. Was this the beginning of a memory disorder or a flight into psychosis?
I picked up the phone and called.
“Mom. I got this weird note from you in the mail today. What is this?”
Laughter on the other end. “Isn’t it funny?”
“Um… not really,” I said. “Are you okay?”
“The note is bizarre.”
“It’s so funny,” she said. “We used to do it when we were little.”
“I don’t get it.”
Then she explained. Couldn’t she have included the explanation in the letter and saved me time researching the symptoms of early dementia? So, here it is–the translation of the “funny” note she had sent me:
Oh, Abie! See the puppies?
‘Em ain’t no puppies.
Oh, yes they are.
See ‘em peein’?