Two Things that the Middle Schools Failed to Teach the Students

The downside of this reform in education, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

Recently after the results of the college entrance examinations, the related questions are once again, brought up, all of these problems, may be the issues of the systems, but, they are also a reflection of the blind spots of education, we failed to teach the younger generations the following:

Plans for One’s Futures: all the parents know, that entering into college is a very important decision.  But, other than preparing for the entrance exams day and night, what ELSE did we put in, for preparation’s sake?  We’d been led to believe, that so long as we scored high enough, we can attend ANY school we wanted to; but, the colleges are filled with an INFLUX of students who’d chosen the wrong majors, and has an even HIGHER rate of dropping out.  Aren’t the youths of eighteen years-of-age allowed their rights to explore their areas of interest?  Couldn’t they have the chances, to fail at the options they were choosing?  Shouldn’t they get to know the situation in those schools they’re applying to?  Are they really certain, of what they’re doing? 

The writer recalled, back when he’d applied for graduate school in the U.S., in order to make the best choice with limited funding, he’d conflicted between the choices of schools, or the majors, but, after going through that, I’d understood better, the purpose of me, studying abroad.  The whole purpose of the application process, is for the students to sort through their plans for themselves in the next four years, to choose the major that is mostly fitting to oneself.  But unfortunately, we’d educated the students by rushing them through the lessons, then, giving them endless reviews, examinations of the subjects, unwilling to let the students find their own separate piece of sky, no wonder, the college interviews, the entrance exams for the separate majors are almost exact, and, the schools had spent a TON of money, to publicize the academics, and not getting the desired results.

The Students Couldn’t Live Independently by Themselves: undeniable, the process of heading to interviews will take the students all over the map, but, the parents shouldn’t accompany the children to and from, and hover over them, wasting their money away.  An eighteen-year-old youth, in order to fulfill one’s own life, venturing out on one’s own, it’s the MOST meaningful thing in life.  In Europe or the U.S., a youth such as this may have already backpacked around the world, or worked odds and ends, to provide for one’s own tuitions, but, our beloved parents seemed to be more unwilling to let their babies head off to college, and would rather treat their grown children like babies, and had even hoped that the kids would choose schools closer to where the parents lived, so they could look after them better.

To tell the truth, if the parents are having troubles, letting the kids fly solo to school, how could they possible expect, these children will grow up, to be the pillars of the community?

Naturally, a lot of the schools could improve more on the processes of deciding on admissions, for instance, they should have separate offices for the applications, and personnel who handle the matters professionally.  And, the restrictions of the percentile markings from the examinations should also be more lenient, so more of those students from less fortunate backgrounds could get equal opportunities, so they could use the potentials to overcome their backgrounds, to give back to the community later on as they graduated.  But, all of these key determinants of success is based off of the real understanding of the purpose of education: grades are a minor part of life, we needed to help our young work hard to follow their paths, to become more practical in life.  But, all of these, more important values, we’re not, teaching them at all.

Because this application process had just been set up this past couple of years, whereas they’d used the exam grades, to determine WHICH major you are to study in in the past, and so, this, is all new to the students, as well as the parents, and so, the parents AND the students NEED to adapt themselves, quickly, to how this current system works, and that, would be one thing that those legislators failed to consider, before they’d implemented the new ideals.

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The Burdens from Caring for a Developmentally Delayed Child was Too Much, the Mother Jumped into the Water, the Father Tried to Save Her, Both Parents Ended Up Dead

It is hard enough, taking care of a normal child, and this family needed to care for one that’s developmental delayed, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

A woman with a Chinese descent, Chen was found, drowned to death, close to where she lived, in a large ditch, her husband, Wang was missing; and because Chen had prior records of attempting suicide, and was saved, the police believed, that it was because of the stresses she’d faced, taking care of her developmentally slow son, and she couldn’t handle it, took the leap into the river, and her husband who couldn’t swim went after her, and was drowned too, and missing, the firefighters are searching for Wang through the nights.

The police investigated, that Wang (age 39) , married Chen (age 30) from China, both of them worked in a factory, has a six-year-old and a two-year-old son, but the older child was developmentally delayed, and harder to care for, the couple got along really well, but, because taking care of their older child was hard, and so, they’d gotten into verbal altercations from time to time.

The police told, that the three generations of the family lived under the same room, the grandparents on the first floor, Wang and their children, on the second; at around four in the afternoon yesterday, the youngest child cried about how he wanted his mom, tripped and fell at the entry of the staircase, the grandfather didn’t see the daughter-in-law come down to check on the child, felt it was odd, and, after the grandfather gone upstairs, he’d found both the parents aren’t around, immediately called it in.

The family stated, that Chen, ten days ago, had gone to the drainage systems in Hsiu-Shui to attempt to drown herself, but, her father-in-law found her in time, and prevented her from so doing; yesterday afternoon, Chen went out again, and her husband ran out without putting on his shoes, perhaps, because Chen wanted to kill herself, the husband ran after her, to prevent her from doing so, and, to save his wife, he leapt with her, but, because he couldn’t swim, they both drowned.

Chen left behind a notebook, with the final words for her son, “Mom knows you’re not a healthy child, but, mom will go, to a far away place now, to watch you boys grow up from afar.”  “Mom really loves you very, very, very much, you are my cherished babies, both of you…”, as the family members read how Chen spoke of nothing but love toward her sons, they all felt bad, that she had died.

The relatives of the Wangs said, that the eldest son is slow-to-learn, and reacted slowly, the family would take him to the hospitals for follow-ups, the parents of Wang not only helped the couple look after the child, also treated Chen, their daughter-in-law, as if she were their own, they couldn’t figure out, what drove Chen to commit suicide.

Perhaps, it’s how she felt awful about her son’s conditions, and she could do nothing about it, and, with the strains from her day-to-day living, she just couldn’t get through, but that, is all speculations now.

She’d Murdered Her Own Mother, Gotten High on Drugs, in a Daze for Five Hours…Then, Turned Herself in, to the Police

From the Front Page Sections, a tragedy of a family, translated…

She was displeased at her mother’s words, “You had dragged me and your younger sister down with you”, after she’d murdered her mother, she’d told her younger sister, “You’re finally free”, her younger sister told, “We had a very unhappy childhood…”

A thirty-one year-old woman Pan in Kaohsiung, because she hadn’t gotten along with her own mother for long period of time, two afternoons, she’d bought a fruit knife, gone to her mother’s place, to confront her, Pan started stabbing her mother using the fruit knife twice on the right side of her mother’s neck, the fifty-three year-old mother died, had her throat slit.

After Pan had murdered her mother, she’d started using ketamine, and fell into a daze next to her mother’s corpse, and five hours later, she’d told her younger sister what she’d done, told her younger sister, “You’re now, delivered from pain”, and was accompanied by her sister, to turn herself in.  After the D.A.s interrogated her, they’d asked her to be taken into custody, which was approved.

The police investigated, that Pan had medical history of being diagnosed with bipolar, is currently unemployed, and got into a drug habit, lived with her mother, who has a mildly mental illness manual, also diagnosed with bipolar mother, and the two of them would argue a lot, over the smallest matters.  A week ago, after Pan had a verbal altercation with her mother, her mother kicked her out of the house, and changed the lock on the door, and so, Pan could only move in with her younger sister.

When the police interrogated her, Pan told them, that lately, her mother had come to her younger sister’s place to harass her, she’d gotten more and more furious, as she thought about it, two afternoons ago at five in the afternoon, she’d gone to the marketplace, bought a fruit knife, at close to six in the evening, she ran back to her mother’s house, after the mother opened the door, they’d started fighting again shortly; the mother just kept putting her down over, and over, and over, and cussed at her, “You are the one who was dragging both me and your younger sister down!”, in a moment of heated anger, she took out the knife, SLASHED her mother on the right side of her neck twice hard, her mother fell, and, blood came pouring out of her neck.

In the process of hacking up her own mother, she’d accidentally cut herself on the left side of her own palm, she’d dressed her own wound, and washed the knife off, sat on the chair next to her mother’s dead body, started using ketamine; she left, at around a little past ten in the evening, rode her motorcycle to her younger sister’s, she’d accompanied her mother’s corpse for almost five hours after she’d killed her.

The moment Pan saw her younger sister, she’d told her, “I’d saved you from your miseries!”, the sister became confused at what she meant, and, after she’d forced the truth out of her sister, she’d learned that her older sister had murdered her mother; after the younger sister consoled with her for an hour, Pan finally turned herself in to the police in the early morning hours.

The police investigated, that Pan had two prior records of domestic violence, four years ago, she’d injured her own mother with a knife, after the police were called, they’d reported the incident to the Department of Social Services; last year in September, Pan became verbally abusive toward her mother, the mother notified the police, but never got a restraining order.

The man in charge of the local borough said, that Pan’s parents were divorced when she was young, eleven years ago, her mother moved into the borough with her, and back then, Pan still had a job, but five years ago, she got fired, and took to drug abuse, and, that, was when everything started going south; because neither the mother and her had work, they’d lived off of the mother’s handicap payments by the government, as well as her younger sister’s support, and the two of them would often argue about money, and, every time when the mother was unhappy, she’d kicked her daughter out.

The police disclosed, that because Pan didn’t have any money, she’d often starved, in the first half of March, she’d once taken a knife, to rob a super convenience store, called, “I’m going to ROB you!”, begged the cashiers to call it in, because she wanted to be on the “free meal plans of jail”.

After the incident, Pan’s younger sister didn’t blame her, and, toward the inquiries of the outside, she’d started crying, told, that her mother had been emotionally unstable for long term, would kick the doors down, and use verbal insults on the two of them a lot, that they had a very unhappy childhood, “Nobody would kill her/his mother without reasons at all.”, this was all too painful, for her older sister too.

The coroner examined, that the cause of Pan’s mother’s death was from the loss of too much blood of the severing of her right carotid, as well as her windpipes.

And so, she finally CRACKED, and, this, is still a BUILD-UP over time, and, because the woman was high on drugs, she’d become impulsive, and, unable to judge her own behaviors, and this, could’ve been avoided, had someone STEP in earlier, but, it wasn’t, because this had gone on, for WAY too long, and this time, the woman finally CRACKED!!!

The Millions of Possibilities in the World You May Have Missed

Translated…

That, was a game of our childhood past—a piece of scratch paper, a pen, using the pen, to draw out several parallel roads, several intersecting lines: then, we’d rolled up the paper, showing the starting point, making our friends choose a path: to the left, or the right?  With the moving forward of our fingers, the one who’d made up the games of the page slowly, unveiled the sheet, and, the ending results, slowly, appeared, before us, what’s waiting there at the very end would either be a dead-end, or some treasures.  We’d giggled, as we’d played this game, nobody really cared the results of this game; plus, the paths are too simplistic, the end, painless, and, usually, after a few more times, everybody would start to get bored.

As children, none of us knew, that this game of “lost journeys” made up by childish lines, is the simplest type of decisions we would be making, later on in life.

Had I only known, I wouldn’t have chosen the answer I’d selected.  Had I know, I wouldn’t have alighted that bus.  Had I know, I wouldn’t have fallen for that person.  Had I know, I would’ve put ALL my money in, and let the die roll………I must admit, there are constant little things that made us regret, the smallest being having the wrong food items, the biggest to writing down the wrong majors to take up in university.  Regrets are surely unpleasant, because the experiments from psychology showed, the feelings of “knowing that there’s a possibility of you losing” is WAY MORE intense than “I’d already had”.  Even a rat being tested showed, that it can show regrets—when it’d discovered, that the food item it’d chosen for this time wasn’t fitting to its desires, for the next round, it will turn around, and start, lining up, at the other region.

In “The Place Promised in Our Early Days” by Mokoto Shinkai, described how in a parallel universe, in it, he’d romantically pointed out, that this parallel universe is the dream world of the people from this universe, if people are able to get to the end results of those other universes, could they, make the perfect decisions for themselves?

But, unfortunately, even IF all the stories on time traveling has the theme of making the wrongs in the pasts right again.  This world still kept on, turning nonstop.  During my daily life, every single second of every single minute, I’m standing on a crossroad, and most of the times, the choices are not as simple as turning left or right, instead, it’s like the branches of a tree, fanned out; possibilities, time possibilities, the endless numbers of possibilities will eventually, pass me by, and yet, I was destined, to see just, the END result.  Sometimes, I’d contemplated, or maybe, it’s because how we can have time to do over again, we must accept our own mistakes, that, is probably why, the brains of living organisms have developed the optical cortex to process regrets, so we can change our behaviors for the future—it’s about survival, and the next time, don’t make that mistake again.

Don’t know why, my elementary school teacher told me, who was still in the elementary years abruptly, “I decide, if I’d thought the consequences of a behavior through thoroughly, no matter the results, I will NEVER regret about it”.  This, was probably, the most important declaration I’d ever heard, I suppose.  Back then, she had that serious look, in her twenties, and, from my point of view right now, the speaker of this, my former elementary school teacher, was still a young girl herself.  I guess, perhaps, she’d had the bitter tastes from the fruits of regret, but she’s not alone.  After all, history stated, in the key moments in time, the choices of man are always wrong.

So, this, is wisdoms that someone had gained, from walking through her life, and, that still just shows, the most important of all the values we learned, were instilled into our minds, in our earliest days, which is still why, early childhood education is so very important still…

After She’d Scammed Him for Money, She’d Faked Her Own Death, the Engineer Felt Guilty…Was Scammed, Again

Stupidity, stupidity, AND, more of that, S-T-U-P-I-D-I-T-Y, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

A woman, with priors in fraud, after putting her make up on, she looked like a female star, she’d used her beautiful photograph, to seduce a man who’s an engineer for the Southern Scientific Park, De (a false name), used the excuse of needing money to get her dance recitals set up, and borrowed one million dollars from him, after they’d met up, she’d shown her “true self” to him, but, refused to give him back the loan he’d gave to her, and, she’d faked her own death, and, took the identity of the man’s friend, and managed, to scam an extra three million dollars N.T. from him, the D.A. charged her with fraud yesterday.

The woman, Lin (age 33) from, Hsinbei City, weighed about 154 pounds, with long eyes, voluptuous in figure, is the mother of two.  Four years ago, she’d used MSN messenger, to meet De (age 37), she’d told him she was a school dance instructor, would ask him how he was every single day, plus, Lin’s photo resembled that of a female actress, De had fallen for her, and, in three months on interacting online, they’d started referring to one another as boyfriend, girlfriend.

But, as they’d dated, for not yet three weeks, Lin lied about how she’d lost her purse, and needed the money to put on a dance exhibition, needed the money for her outfits, etc., etc., etc., and managed to get De to lend her a total of over a million dollars.  In De’s requests, the two of them met, and, De’s dreams were shattered immediately, the very next day, he’d asked to break up with her, and asked her to give back the money he’d loaned to her in three days’ time, Lin started crying into the phones, on how poor she was, and told him that she’d swallowed some pills to commit suicide already.

Not long thereafter, Lin took on the identity of her younger cousin, Wang, said that Lin couldn’t be saved, after being rushed to the hospitals, and had owed a lot of debts before she’d passed, hoped that De would help her pay it up, so she could go ahead, get the paperwork sorted out, and that she will be paying him back, on her “cousin’s” behalf.

De took it to be real, believed that he had pushed Lin to commit suicide, and felt awful, and paid up Lin’s medical bills and her debts, also, he’d paid for her child’s hospitalization fees from getting the stomach flu.

The character of Lin’s cousin whom Lin impersonated later on said that she was hospitalized due to a car wreck, and, she’d taken the persona of her female friend, Hsiao, as the window for communication between De and the ladies, but it was still just her; and, the persona, Hsiao told the sob story of how she’d owed debts, and was sold to the strip bars, and, De felt sorry for her, and started wiring the money, to help get her out.

In just six short months, De had wired a total of one-hundred fifty times, in the total of four million, one hundred thirteen thousand, dollars N.T., and, all of his own savings are now, gone, but, he couldn’t get the autopsy reports of Lin, that, was when he realized, that he was scammed by Lin, who took up three different persona, he got angry, and sued, and, they’d reached a settlement of $2.5 million N.T.s.

Who’s the SUCKER here???  You ASSHOLES are!  And, that just shows how easily, you DUMB-ASSES would fall for these BULLSHITTING S-O-B stories, and, it all started with the intentions of “hooking up” too, so once again, love, was the primary way, used to SCAM.

Had Someone Spoken Up

This is still, ALL in H-I-N-D-S-I-G-H-T…

Had someone spoken up, then, maybe, lives would have been spared, had someone prevented that little boy from getting picked on, a classmate, a teacher, even, then, he may not have turned into the killer he’d become today, but, nobody had, shown ANY cares or concerns, to even, acknowledged that, he was, in pain.

Had someone spoken up, but, nobody HAD, had anyone?  Of course not, and, it’s always, easier to JUDGE others, and NOT see the truth about oneself, after all, it’s always been, easier, to POINT your fingers, and not realizing, hey, when I’m pointing a finger AT someone, three are pointing RIGHT back at me, (I’ll wait, for you to “check” it out!!!).

Had someone spoken up, then, this tragic event may have well been prevented, like that shooting at that elementary school?  Or, how ‘bout those deaths that could’ve been prevented, had someone taken a little extra time, to show care and concern?  Well, it’s ALL water under the bridge now, you won’t have a chance, to redo all of that again that’s for sure.

Had someone spoken up, but, NOBODY had, and now, we look at ourselves, in this mirror, of truth, and, what, do we see?  Had someone spoken up, if only…………

Start speaking UP, and stop operating in the “mode” of hey, I can’t be the only one who heard that child who’s crying upstairs or downstairs ALL night long, because, if we all operated in that mindset, then, a LOT more people are going to D-I-E, and, we would’ve, stained OUR hands with blood, without ourselves even knowing.

Etched into the Hearts

This, is something that cuts so very deep, isn’t it???

Etched into the hearts, and, you won’t be able to remove it, like you could that tattoo of that ex-lover, with laser or whatever either!!!

Etched into the hearts, are the experiences of your painful childhood years, those years that you’d spent, all alone, with NOBODY to care for your emotional needs, because those god DAMN adults just, don’t have a SINGLE clue about how to love you, do they?  Nope!

Etched into the hearts, are the lies that he’d sold you out on, and, you knew damn well, that they’re just that, and yet, because you feared losing him, you’d allowed him, to feed you his lies, out of the palms of his hands.  Etched into the hearts, and, there’s NO way you can get rid of them all now, oh no, they’d become engraved completely, so deep down inside.

Etched into the hearts, are those painful memories, that just keep on, comin’ right back to haunt, to gnaw on you, each, and every night, and, you’re still losing your sleep………

Etched into the hearts, are the images of that child, being brutally, beaten up by her mother’s boyfriend, because she wouldn’t STOP crying, because she needed a bottle, or that her diaper is wet, and needed changing, but her mother’s boyfriend was getting high, and became really annoyed, and so, he’d picked the child up, and, tossed her, out the window, where the baby landed, into the dumpster down below, and, she’d died, from the fall too!