Saturday, May 16, 2009

Accelerated Christiand Education


When it comes to my upbringing, as a small child I had a pretty "normal" one for a boy. I spent my days hanging out with my friends fishing and swimming and playing baseball. One part of my childhood that I am especially grateful for, are the times spent going to school at Apponaug Christian Academy, in Warwick Rhode Island.

Apponaug was a private school, entirely funded by the church my parents attended "Apponaug Pentecostal Church". Apponaug was a really great private school. Our little school never had more than about 100 kids, usually graduated as many as 12 people and as few as 1 in one year. This school was unique in comparison to the traditional schools in the area, Apponaug used the A.C.E. curriculum. A.C.E. stands for Accelerated Christian Education.

A.C.E is a unique style of learning, my school set the standards high. Almost everyone who went to this school went to college as you had to maintain an %80 or higher grade or you fail. We were taught that we could be the best. This wasn't a normal school where you sat with 30 or so kids at a desk and listened and followed a teacher, in this school everyone from 3rd grade to 12th grade were in the same room, a big room no smaller than you average conference room, beneath our church. We all had out own "offices" which were cubicles against the wall with red and blue particle wood dividers. Directly in from of our faces were a cork board which we all were allowed to decorate in our own unique ways, these cork boards also held a card about 12" across with stars all over it,and a 6 inch card, about the size of an index card, which stated our goals for the week.

As we went about our week we were to complete was was called a "P.A.C.E" 3 times a quarter to finish the required 12 P.A.C.E. requirement to complete one grade's requirements and to pass on to the next grade. As you completed a P.A.C.E. and maintained your 80% "score" you would receive a star color coordinated to the subject studied and if you got an "A" you were given a sticker with a cartoon or something on it. This school was work at your own pace and some kids Star Charts were riddled with stars as you could see and track how quickly you were finishing each grade. It was not uncommon for students to graduate at 16 years old and I was always a year ahead when I finally attended the public school system.

In the center of our "Learning Center" there were tables where we went to take final exams, we were watched more thoroughly come test time. We also had 2 large tables, sort of like 6 ft long 2 sided easels where we would take all of our quiz's and work and grade our own material in red pen. Everything we did was overlooked by a Principle a Supervisor and Monitors who circulated the center and answered our questions when we placed a "FLAG" up on one of our dividers. If you wanted to talked to a Supervisor or the Principal, you would insert a Christian Flag in the hole in the top of your divider. If you wanted to talk to a Monitor, you would place an American Flag.

A Monitor was able to give you permission to do things like go to the bathroom or go "score" your work, a monitor could explain basic details to you and listen to you read material. A Supervisor was the Boss. The Supervisors were the closest thing to a teacher in this independent learning environment. With the completion of each P.A.C.E. you were required to write an essay explaining what you leaned. The Supervisor was the one who graded your essays and screened you to make sure that you were really working and not plagiarising. Supervisors also would grade your test and assist you with any science experiments that require lab work etc.

In our P.A.C.E. we studied all of the subjects that a normal school does. We studied Social Studies, English, Mathematics and Science. We were taught that Creation was the way by little cartoon characters. In each P.A.C.E. we were taught a moral lesson by these little characters with names like "Pudge and Ace" These characters grew up as we grew up and as life's problems got bigger and puberty hit, these little cartoons gave us lessons that catered to the doctrine of the church. It was all pretty simple though, we were never taught about abortion or sex. IT was a very independent learning evironment for us to prepare ourselves for college, one that proved to be both a blessing and a curse for me as I began to further my education.

In addition to our basic daily academics, at A.C.S. we had a variety of other extra curricula activities that were in a classroom setting. I was able to attend Creative Writing classes, Drama and Theatre Class, Music and Voice Lessons, We had a class called "Field Biology" where we actually built a tiny little Eco_System out of living things that we found outside and kept in a fish tank. If we played a musical instrument we had band practice and I took Latin. These classes were my favorite of all of the classes because no matter what level you were in your studies, you were able to work directly with people in higher grades who were more advanced than you.

One thing to note about A.C.S. was the Reading class. In "Reading" class we were to sit in an little cubicle or "office" with a little metal, red machine. IN the machine you would feed long pieces of papers which contained the text to various stories and literature, depending on how advanced you were in your education. What you did was you fed the giant pieces of paper into these funny little red machines and you set a speed. The speed counted WPM or Words Per Minute and as you read the text off of the paper, you would view it in a little window, forcing you to read at the speed which the machine is set for. After reading your story you were tested on conprenhension and spelling and as you achieved a "B" or 80% or higher your speeds were increased. I believe that those reading classes have something to do with my love for written words as an adult and also feel that they taught me to absorb what I read a little more than most.

My little school was wonderful. We had the Olympics every year where we were able to compete with other A.C.E. schools on Olympic events such as Archery or Shot Put. Every year we would send a team off to the Olympic Convention and they would come back with trophies and medals representing our tiny school.

Previously in my life I was not happy with my education at that school. After 8th grade I was put into the public school system. High School and college proved to be difficult for me, not because I was incapable of learning, but because my whole style of learning was very different from my peers. In a classroom setting I often got bored and felt unchallenged and would skip classes and work on my own in the library, always passing, but barely ever attending. It was a joke to me. I was very confused as to why I had all of those problems when I was young, but now i know that I was taught how to learn in an entirely different way. What a great curriculum it really was.

As an adult I am noticing that my hunger for knowledge is ever present. I enjoy studying and reading, just for the fun of it and I recreationally read a lot of the things that your family members may be reading in their college courses. I have attended 4 schools, but I was always left uninterested and with the exception of a few professors I felt unchallenged most of the time. Now as I focus on my learning style and see that because of my training at A.C.S. I am just a different type of learner, I am thinking about enrolling back in school in a less traditional learning environment, such as online classes. I think that A.C.S. taught us to be the best, to shoot for excellence, truly and I feel like at 30 years old I am now ready to sharpen my skills and seek something a little bigger in my life.

In reading the words that I am currently tapping into this keyboard I am learning to be thankful for that tiny little school in Warwick, RI. Even though I may not agree with all of the philosophy that came across the board at that school, I was taught to be strong and to be be an independent learner. The system basically built me into the student of life I am and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

!!~tilly

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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Lost On A Bench In The Prominade



Bruce just sits on a bench all day long. He is a good looking guy in his 50's. He doesn't look weathered, but he refuses to take a bath. He refuses to do anything but sit on that bench all day long in a 3 piece suit. I know where he sleeps. He sleeps by a dumpster by the pizza place in the Santa Monica Promenade. I listen to his stories of traveling and living in Hollywood in the 70's. Bruce got fired from his job in the City. He lived in Beverley Hills before he decided to take up residence on the bench by 4th st. He is an angry man. He rolls his cigarettes that he gets with the 3 dollars he gets every day from the vendor on 4th st. Every day at 7pm Bruce watches the stand while the guy goes to the bathroom. That 3 bucks a day is what he lives off of. Bruce knows everyone on the street. One day I was sitting and talking to him and a woman came running up frantically, dropped her pants, sat on the bench for the metro stop and urinated through the cracks in the bench and then leaned over and asked Bruce for a cigarette. Mind you this happened in broad daylight with 100's of wealthy tourists picked up a latte or jeans from Abercrombie & Fitch or The Armani Exchange. It may have been the most disturbing thing I have ever seen. The only thing that makes my friend Bruce smile is that band that plays in the Promenade on Thursdays. He just loves those kids, especially the one from Nicaragua who came here and decided to learn the drums so he could play in that band ( he also taught himself English ) It's sad to watch someone who has given up on life just sit on a bench unhappy. I mean, the guy is a really normal looking person. Maybe that's why people pass him by and no one ever takes the time to offer him some goodwill. No one notices him. Bruce doesn't carry himself like a bum and aside from his horrible scent, he just looks like a person sitting on a bench.
But he never leaves.
Across the street and with his wrists bound in 90 feet of thick chains shakes his music makers and eyeballs the street.
He sleeps in the doorway on 7th.
I wonder when these guys will ever leave?
They know how to get free Starbucks coffee at any Starbucks.
Clever 'eh?
I guess that's what kind of thing happens when you sit on a bench, sober, day in and day out, relying on handouts from people who don't even realize that you are homeless.
I wonder why people don't interact as much as they used to?
I wonder why someone would give up life just to sit on a bench in the Santa Monica Promenade day in and day out.
SOBER!

Monday, May 11, 2009

I'll See You When You Get There, If You Ever Get There




This is a goodbye letter of sorts, there are many people in my life who, for various reasons, I just can't associate with anymore. There was a time when I felt like I had to be loyal to my friends and family based on how long they were in my life. This has created many problems for me, as I have had a hard time and even missed out on some new bonds with various people, due to the fact that I had not known them long enough and I had no loyalty, in my mind, owed to them. It really upsets me, so people who I know I could've forged wonderful relationships, but I could not trust them and I owed them little because I had know them only briefly.

In return I have had other people in my life, who I have had there for years and years and years, people who I have known forever and regardless as to what they do to me, whether I continue to try and keep relationships with them. Some of these people are downright unhappy people, people who I have had wonderful experiences with, but who totally do nut understand how I operate and cannot function on my wavelength. Some people in my life just do not believe that someone can truly do entirely good and not give the world crap. There are people in my life who I FLAT OUT DISAGREE WITH , I disagree with their whole lifestyle, but I believe in giving everyone a chance, I have given some people TOO MANY CHANCES. I have tried in every way possible to share my experiences and my new found joy and some people randomly just flat out reject me. It hurts that these are some people that I love the most, but I have to let you go.

I have great friends, new and old, people that I just know will be in my life forever, lots of them and I love you all a lot. But there are people that I just don't mesh with, people I have known a long time and my way of perspective and my communicating side just gets picked apart. There are people in all phases of my life who just down right make me feel shitty, when I am not a shitty person and 90% of my life is beautiful and filled with joy or pleasure. Whether it be my fault, or your fault you have to get out of my life and I have placed myself where I am geographically for a reason, I like it here.

Maybe it is my fault that I can't stand you, I have no idea, but I have tried to approach certain people many different ways. This is what I am all about, I put my world out there most of the time for everyone to see. The people that I want around me are people who are encouraging, people who do nice things for each other, people who want to take care of the planet. I like to be around people of every race and have colorful array of friends because I like diversity, I like people who are not afraid to be themselves, people who are real. I enjoy people who share, people who whether they have a whole bunch or just have a little bit, people who don't acquire too much stuff for no reason, I like people who don't waste. I like men of integrity and people who are honest, people who earn for themselves and don't have to play loopholes or cut corners. People who use their own money without tricking people into giving it to them. I like people who are accepting of the views or others and people who are not afraid to be wrong. I like people who see the glass half full and people who believe in people. I like people who make mistakes and grow from them and who don't dwell on the issue in self people. I like people who smile and don't cry, people that think that they are going to live forever, because I know I am.

I don't like people who are opposite of any of the latter. I am sorry, but my life is one that is uplifting and encouraging and there are some people who I hold near and dear who, for whatever reason, just don't make me feel good. There are only a few of you guys out there and you know who you are. Some other people could even guess who you are. I just don't want any of you people in my life and I have said goodbye to each and every one of you in your own special ways. You are definitely not the people that I talk to on the phone, have seen frequently throughout my life and have a relationship. My friends, the people I love interact with me in my day to day life, even if it is only on the phone and faccebook, my friends know what is going on in my life.

The rest of you can enjoy your lives....they really do seem lovely ! !

! .,love

til