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Have a Kid in High School? (Continued)

10 Mar

Here are the rest of the groupings or categories.
The Dorks
The dork is considered to be silly, out-of-touch, tends to look odd or behave ridiculously around others; a social misfit, a stupid, inept, or foolish person.
This is going by the definition of the other kids. A girl that does not go around in the skimpy and “trendy” clothes would be labeled a dork, don’t you think?
Nerd (adjective: nerdy) is a descriptive term, often used to indicate that a person is overly intellectual, obsessive, or socially impaired. They may spend inordinate amounts of time on unpopular, obscure, or non-mainstream activities, which are generally either highly technical or relating to topics of fiction or fantasy, to the exclusion of more mainstream activities. Additionally, many nerds are described as being shy, quirky, and unattractive, and may have difficulty participating in, or even following, sports. Though originally derogatory, “Nerd” is a stereotypical term, but as with other pejoratives, it has been reclaimed and redefined by some as a term of pride and group identity.
These are the bookworms so to speak and last time I checked, we send our kids to school to read books and study.

The Duffs
Designated Ugly Fat Friend
Be attentive to how your kids feel about their looks. If they are fussy about their weigh when there really is no reason for it, watch out! They may have been designated duffs in school.
The Bully
Bullying is a common occurrence in most schools. Bullies thrive with terrorizing others and striking fear in them. A bully does not necessarily have to be bigger in size, they have mastered the art of inflicting pain be it physical, mental, emotional. Some bully as a means of self-preservation, others just for fun. No one loves to be bullied, and no one loves to raise a bully.
The Geeks
The people you pick on in high school and wind up working for as an adult
Not to be confused with Nerd. A geek does not have to be smart, a Geek is someone who is generaly not athletic, and enjoys Video Games; Comic Books; being on the internet, and etc.
The term now enjoys a special status within the technical community, particularly among particularly knowledgable computer programmers. To identify oneself as a “geek” indicates a recognition that most people still consider programming computers to be a bizarre act, along with a certain fierce satisfaction in being very good at their inglorious profession.

That most software geeks now easily earn twice as much as the average laborer just sweetens their defiant embrace of the term.

Note: Unlike the word “nerd,” which is always pejorative, “geek” often carries a positive connotation when used by one of the group. The use of the term by outsiders is considered insulting.
Those outside the group feel the geeks are weird or uncool. The geeks just love being geeks.
CL Complete Loser
A person who has fallen off the social ladder, climbed down the social ladder, jumped off the social ladder, or just never bothered to climb the social ladder in the first place. Upon arrival on the ground, losers begin to befriend fellow groundlings and realize how much fun a person can have when gravity isn’t an issue. It is perfectly acceptable to insult losers, because they have nowhere to fall to and it won’t hurt much. They will end up laughing about it later, anyways. Every now and then, a loser will glance at the top of the social ladder, but it is never long before they realize how pointless and stupid the top of the ladder is.
The saying “He that is down fears no fall” comes in handy. They are like the ‘factionless’ in the movie Divergents. They mind their own business and hope you mind yours.
The Cool Kids
-When someone is “cool” they are popular, suave, and you like them.
The cool kids are also popular, but may not come with the fat bank accounts and certainly are not dumb.
The Dweebs
Different then nerd, geek, or dork. A dweeb is someone who is intellectual and socially-inept, but also ineffectual and devoid of passion.
Max, fitting the role of the dweeb, spent all Friday night reading Hartshorne’s “Algebraic Geometry” while the others in the dorm wing went downtown for an evening of fun.
By looking between all of these definitions, we realise that the word ‘dweeb’ translates more or less to ‘loser’
Why don’t you try to find out how your kids are faring in this new environment called high school? How do their peers view them? How do they feel about how their peers and school mates relate to them? Is it affecting their studies? Do your kids really like school?
You’ll be glad you did.


Thank God it’s Friday?

27 Sep

Everyone I know thanks God it is Friday, just because Friday is a prelude to the weekend and fun lovers just love weekends. Well I love weekends too, but no, I don’t like Fridays.

If you live in a city like Lagos you would definitely hate Fridays. It is as if everyone has a place to go once it’s Friday evening and therefore all the routes that lead “anywhere” is blocked. You could be caught in traffic for hours on end.

Now you may be asking, “Since you know Friday traffic is that bad, why are you out yourself?” Good question, and I would not hesitate to answer it.

Friday evenings happen to be when I feature on the TV programme Diction Avenue on Galaxy TV.  I just have to be there and “smile pretty, pretty,” through the programme knowing full well that once I step out of that door, I may not get home in the next three hours, yes, three hours.

Today’s traffic was so bad I almost cried, and to top it all, my kids were with me. I was so exasperated I even yelled a couple of times! Oh well, I was in a chicken mood that should be expected…right?

Well when I got home my right foot was swollen fro pressing the brake and acceleration pedals. If I had my way I’ll get myself a driver…’if’ being the operative word.

Anyway, I am home now thank God, and I have had  a soothing bath. Maybe the weekend would turn out enjoyable after all, I just hope so.

Here’s to hoping!

What I Miss the Most

31 Jul

I really had to take a deep breath before putting this down. It has been hectic for two weeks running and would be for another two weeks. I feel so envious of the children, they are on vacation now, but poor old me must go to work every single day of the week…who says being a child isn’t more fun?

I envy the children their carefree childhood, and they envy me my supposedly carefree adulthood! Someone has really got to tell the children that if there is one thing they would miss so much when they grow up, it is their childhood because right now, I sure am missing mine!

Free at Last?

5 Jul

Free at Last?.

Free at Last?

4 Jul

Everyone has their own idea of what freedom is. When a child demands freedom from their parents, most of the time it has to do with such trivial things as choice of clothes for example. A child tells the mother “I am a big boy/girl now, I need my space”, and that is coming in the wake of the mother picking out an article of clothing, which the “big boy/girl feels is outdated, for an occasion.

An adolescent asks for freedom because of something which in their little minds might make or mar them. And what is the big issue? They want their curfew extended or lifted all together! Why do they demand this?  “All” the other kids in school do not abide by a curfew, duh!

A girl wants freedom because she needs to date that boy. A boy wants freedom because he has to hang out with his friends. A husband wants freedom, he doesn’t have to be with his wife all the time, does he? A wife needs freedom, who says a woman’s place is in the kitchen wearing an apron?

Then countries fight for freedom because they do not want anyone to rule over them.

You see everyone craves for freedom, but the question is can we ever be really free?

No matter how man looks at it, the freedom they get would always be relative. Now I am not really talking about freedom from God, non of us can obtain THAT freedom. (Even those who do not believe that God exists still depend on certain forces to remain alive, we all do.) I am saying that whatever freedom we may have we are dependent on something or someone.

The child that gets freedom to decide what to wear depends on their parents to provide the clothes; the adolescent that wants the curfew extended, depends on mummy and daddy dearest to provide the roof under which they would sleep whenever they return. The husband that craves freedom needs the comfort and warmth of his wife when he done gallivanting around town; the wife…don’t we all know her needs?

Then we come to an independent country and we begin to wonder, if no man is an island, what about whole countries? Even islands need supplies from the main land.

So then are we really free?


My Language, My Culture

3 Jul

Enjoy the picture slides highlighting the culture of the Yoruba tribe of western Nigeria.

My Language, My Culture

2 Jul

For those who do not desire the language or their culture to die here  is introducing a program billed for  October the first, tentatively.  It is tagged ‘Ede Mi, Asa Mi’, which is Yoruba for ‘My Language, My Culture’. I know I blogged this earlier today but this is for those who missed it then for I believe it is very important as well as dear to me.

It has been noticed that many cultures are dying and since it is virtually impossible to separate language from culture, so are the languages.(It is noteworthy that many of us, modern parents, train our children with the English language, the kids do not understand a word in their native languages. I am a culprit in this too and that is very sad.)This makes many, including me, quite sad because when we lose our culture, we lose that which make us a people, we lose our values, for values are imbued with culture.

Cultures teach respect, respect for life, respect for their elders, parents, etc. For many, I must say mediocre, narrow minded people, accepting the western culture (or what is called ‘the foreign pop culture’) is equal to displaying all forms of lawlessness!

I am aware that the Western culture, though advocating freeness of speech, also teaches respect for everything and everyone that deserves respect. But it quite alarming how those of us from Africa (pardon my generalisation), I mean many of us from Africa, especially the youths, feel that the have to display a high form of unsocial behaviour to prove they have either visited or lived abroad. It is no wonder that many parents are returning their children home, if for nothing else, at least for them to learn respect.

Hence the introduction of My Language, My Culture. I would keep you posted as to arrangements put in place to make this event a success. After showcasing the Yoruba culture in this first edition, we shall move to the Ibo edition, Asusum, Omela alam’, and on. We look forward to this event with a lot of enthusiasm.

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