Rule 374.1: All teachers will take between 35 and 39 breaths per minute. No more, no less. No exceptions for any circumstances whatsoever, other than Rule 374.3.
374.1.a: No exhalation shall be forced past the point of naturalness.
374.1a.1: No exhalation shall be audible, because that would be a sigh, and sighing will make the students feel that they are doing something wrong, and will thus damage their self-esteem.
Rule 374.2: All breaths will utilize air with an oxygen level of between 18.7 and 20.12 percent, a relative humidity of no more than 68 percent, and be between 68°ree;F and 74°ree;F. Such air will not contain more than 5ppm of carbon dioxide on inhalation, and no more than 18ppm carbon dioxide on the exhalation.
Rule 374.3: Mouth breathing is prohibited except for when teaching the finer, more advanced points of alternative sexuality. During such teaching you are allowed up to 80 breaths per minute, but only if audible moaning and incipient climax is part of the demonstration.
ohhhkay.. what does Cisco networking exams have to do with anything? Or is that just a bit of spam for exam builder?
Freaking bots are getting invasive.
Back on subject.. It is interesting to see what is coming next. Children being put into a hard shell case like a guitar with a eye hole that can be aimed at the subject matter?
I remember playing on wood swings and merry-go-rounds (the kid powered ones) that would sling half the kids off. Monkey bars? 20 feet height with no safety nets! We played in the woods, we played in swamps, Hell, we played in the highways sometimes! As far as I know, we didn’t have kids falling dead in the streets.. If anything, it made us more careful, and tough. If a helicopter landed in our schoolyard, we would have moved out of the way and stared at it.
Bah.. this is why kids are so damn soft now..
Bill
I wondered what those posts were - they made no sense to me.
And Doctor Deth - I remember having to walk to school or home, if by some foolishness - you happened to miss the bus. I am amazed at how many kids are driven to school here - and the school is up 1/2 block, over 1/2 block. It is a cul-de-sac neighborhood - only those who live here, need to be here even bother.
What is this with talking - although with my younger two, even in KY they were walk in a straight line, don’t touch anyone else, stay against your side of the hallway - blah, blah, blah. So now I guess that they have to control talking levels too. No wonder Ritalin is the drug of choice for elementary schools - they want the little kiddies almost comatose as they brainwash them.
You know whats really sad - these are the same freaking people who fought against the ‘establishment’ and ‘conformity’ and such nonsense in the 60s & 70s - only to impose an even greater degree of control and ‘conformity’ when they finally got the ‘power’ - I guess that means they’ve been lying all the time.
Have you ever seen the Apple commercial for Mac in 1984, where everyone walks in lockstep, sit in unison and sit like zombies? This is the ultimate goal of these people IMHO.
Why else would they be doing these things? It’s the only valid reason. Medicate them into a stupor, train their minds while they are still fragile, then put them in their flocks like the sheep they are.
*takes off Reynold’s wrap hat*
Bill
As to adampastec’s “comment” (spam): I’ve seen that tactic by spambots before. It’s vile. I’ve listed the advertised site in my HOSTS file, linking it to 127.0.0.1 so any future attempts to get to it on my workstation will result in a 404.
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Like Bill, back on topic here: I broke a few bones in public school from falling off playground equipment. Bones knit, plaster casts are cool (collected lots of signatures on them), life goes on.
I can understand trying to prevent actual, serious, likely harm from happening in a school environment, but only “within reason”, and that’s where “Health and Safety” have gone off the rails: They’ve abandoned reason, are acting in a manner that implies insanity, and should be ignored henceforth. Life does (and should) contain some risk, otherwise it’s not really life but more of a horrid, grey existence of waiting for death.