shout out to people who are scared to call others out, whose hands shake when they try to explain what’s wrong, whose throats threaten to close up with thoughts of ‘what if i’m just overreacting’, whose hearts are pounding out of their chests because they just stuck their necks out for their beliefs, who have lost friends and respect and safety for aligning themselves with causes
I made this powerpoint for this week’s lesson - Regional/Iconic American Foods. I went back through and replaced all the text with my student’s reactions.
I had a Japanese roommate back in DC who grew to love grits — flavored with soy sauce, furikake, and nibosi. Sometimes dried seaweed. As a Texan, I was horrified. I tried it: still horrifying, but tasty.
The new version of the exam has tougher questions and a higher registration fee—plus it requires computer proficiency.
Key point: "GED Testing Service is now a for-profit entity"
This actually makes me quite angry.
There is no reason education should be profitized. All this does is hold it hostage from people who already had difficulty obtaining it.
This test is already way fucking expensive.
wow antiblackness in action when the cost in North Carolina jumps the most, from $35 to $130. i took the ged in 2004, passed it officially at the beginning of 2005 and dont remember even paying $65 for the GED, now $120 out here in Mass?!?!!? i think i paid $40 at most. and it was a paper test that i could take. i passed and was able to enroll into community college less than a month after and that was the beginning of my college journey after dropping out from high school for about a year. this shit makes me so fucking mad.
disgusting. they are raising the gates higher and higher on opportunity. you can see them with a sieve in one hand, mashing us into it, calling whatever gets through ‘fairness.’
the GED was my way to enter college, after dropping out at 16. if these people had their way, i’d never had a chance to get into college. like has been said, know your enemy.
how? they will call that which injures you ‘progress.’
The higher standards on the GED test will be paired with another change—starting next year, students will take the GED test on computers only. Pencil-and-paper tests will no longer be allowed. Students will need to know keyboarding skills such as ‘drag and drop,’ scrolling, and clicking on multiple choice questions. Turner sees this as a sign of progress.
class barrier. tech access/literacy barrier. some drop out as teens to raise kids. might not have computer skills or access. might need to spend money on food, yanno. instead of costly tech. but why should they get an opportunity to raise up? to step out of the mire? because the elites need their fast food workers, ticket takers, maids, soldiers, and flunkies. that’s why.
Adult educators also worry about the increased cost of the new GED test. In Illinois the price has jumped from $50 to $120, in North Carolina from $35 to $130, and in Massachusetts from $65 to $120. Turner calls the $120 price tag “rock-bottom pricing.”
yeah, that’s the really delicious part. how these fools keeps saying how this is great, progress, choices, value, blah blah fucking blah. it sounds like R-Money telling us that if we are having a hard time, move in with our (wealthy) parents! of courrrrrrse. that’s all. it’s progress in terms of further class divide. so progress, yeah. like cancer progresses. i mean, hell. this is progress. for dropouts with lots of loot. that is the crowd we should focus on, after all.
what the hell happened, anyway? why is this valuable program that has helped so many who were disadvantaged, now being turned into yet another thing out of reach to many?
same reason social security gets more and more reviled by the elites. same reason that all safety nets now feel threatening to the white elites. programs which once seemed UNIVERSALLY beneficial now are seen as going, in large part (even if untrue), to People of Color. Black, Mexican, and others. (you’ll note the observation above in the comments about how the Blackest areas, according to this article at least, are the ones raising the GED test the highest. not subtle!)
and then, there is this succinct paragraph:
The GED test was first launched in 1942, as a boost to the veterans whose education was interrupted when the U.S. joined World War II. The test allowed thousands of service members to get a credential they could use to go on to college. Since then, its reach has grown dramatically. By 1958, there were more civilians taking the test than veterans. Today, it’s known to some as ‘America’s Largest High School.’ Thanks to government incentives, the test has become a ticket to some federal jobs programs, college grants, and, for prisoners, a chance to get out of jail a little sooner. It also has given many undocumented immigrants a better shot at staying in the U.S.
With all the new obstacles—the tougher standards, the computer requirement and the higher price—some states, including New York, Maine, and Montana, have decided to abandon the GED test entirely, no longer offering it as an alternative to a high school diploma.
Progress. Smell that bright fucking future, kids! Whiteness rages on. And in its path is the smell of cinder and blanch.
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Soak up the bean juice or the soak up those tea leaves and caffeine fuel the scribbling this week! Write On, Screwballs!
This week’s writing prompt is all kinds of half and half.
This one made me think of tea… and honey… and life… and fidelity… stupid little creamers.
- The Unknown Screwball
Bergamot and Sighs
“You mother-raping, shit-eating maggot,” she hissed.
I poured another cup from the bone china teapot and glanced lazily around for honey.
“Sweetheart, have you absconded with the honey bear?” I wouldn’t mind taking my Earl Grey black; there was high-dollar tea in that pot. I played absently with my impotent spoon.
“I don’t give a right flying fuck about your goddamned honey.” She slammed the table.
I looked up from Neruda. “How about a left flying fuck?”
Her glare glanced off me and I savored a sip with its whisper of bitterness.
The day we met, sugar masked Lipton.
I was sneaking a break in the stairwell, drinking from a Stanley thermos I’d just boosted from Goodwill. My solitary thoughts traced steam rising off a still-scalding cup:
stolen minutes on a winter day;
betwixt sweet Pekoe and
a blanket-lined coat
Winter’s cold kiss was Glory
If the cleaning staff hadn’t abandoned that old vacuum cleaner on the landing, I’d have settled in for a nap. My tool bag made an adequate pillow.
Two floors down, a door slammed. High heels raced up the stairs. When they reached my hidey-hole; the flurry of tears and fury froze. Her head found my shoulder, her shoulders, my jacket, her hand, my cup. I fell into brown eyes; she dove into blue.
It’s been eleven years since that cuppa.
The almost melodic crash of china brought me back. Rage surged, then evaporated like water on hot iron. Amber liquid spread around white shards and sodden leaves.
“Do I have your attention now?”
I skimmed across her hardened eyes; the reflections, scarcely bearable – lipstick smears on an interloper’s teacup, condoms jammed in a briefcase, half-hearted lies over frothy matcha.
The scent of spilt tea was rising: bergamot and hints of astringent sighs.
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