Ducks get there.

The Tests Don’t Matter

In school they bombarded you with a bunch of tests.

Made sure you did well on them.

Complete.Waste.Of.Time.

Tests don’t mean shit. There is nobody keeping score in the real world, except you.

The only ability you need after middle school is the ability to learn. Quickly.

Things are changing too fast for you to remember them.

We have computers and Google for that.

 

So apart from the annoying, yet efficient, internet post habit of putting big spaces between every line as if this gives more credibility to the statements, this post addressed to parents of kids born after 1982, has created a rush of comments. Both positive and negative. One thing which is true is the need for an acquired ability to learn. Quickly or not for that matter. Speed is relative to the amount of time wasted in the day weighed against the impression of the world spinning around faster than before giving less time to consume all of the fabulous products pushed onto us. But the ability to adapt is primordial. To adapt quickly while your at it, is handy too.

Andrea Allison seems like a nice woman and according to her blog in the AW blogroll (which I'm participating in) she is born in 1984 which means Chatreuse' blog is directed at her. The eighties babies. The ones who are born with technology, absorbing all before them and teaching us out of our crusty old-school ways of learning into a new world where everything is shiny and sponsored.  

The fact is everyone feels like they are behind the times. There is always the impression that someone knows more, can do more, and better than you. There is someone, somewhere who has the newest piece of technology (and knows what to do with it) before you. This is the spectacular rise of need creation. When some bright spark realized that putting your clothes into a mechanical box with water and detergent might be faster than rubbing them against a rock we had the washing machine, but when someone shoved a camera into a mobile phone the eighties babies found uses for it, because let's face how often did you walk down the street with your camera slung around your neck. There is always someone who is gliding over the surface of the pond gracefully whilst you are paddling like a duck. Sure on the surface you look calm enough but your your little ducky feet are churning like crazy. It's okay to be duck. Ducks get there. They get things done and manage to maintain the appearance of not becoming too flustered.

So if you are paddling with the slickly sponsored, eighties-baby swans and keeping you head above water, don't sweat it. Everything will be alright.

 

 

 

 

 

Check out earthshoes blog up next and all of the other blogs on the AW blogroll:

A View From the Waterfront -asorum
Curiouser and curiouser - Cath
South Asia Biz - razibahmed
The Road Less Travelled - Peggy
Fireflies in the Cloud - XThe NavigatorX
Infinite Vanity - Forbidden Snowflake
The Secret Government EGGO Project - Towerkel
Mad Scientist Matt's Lair - MadScientistMatt
Even in a Little Thing - Gillian
Beyond the Great Chimney Production Log - Atomic Bear
Kappa no He - madderblue
Tiffany's Smorgasbord - Tienci
Just a Small town girl - Bk_30
At Home, Writing - Sury
Southern Expressions - sthrnwriter
BCom - oswann
earthshoes earthshoes
Peregrinas - quidscribis
Writing From Within - Judi_S
Sounds of Serenity in Mayhem - Serenity