I used to love Eminem (Marshall Mathers) with his old school rythm, the way that he brought himself around to be the tough guy but still sensitive and you knew he always had something to go off about or be pissed off about and when you listened to it you realized alot of that stuff you had going on in your life too so now you bump the music to also get along with it. Now that music has all changed, Eminem has gone all pop, and is now in his label doing music like I love the way you lie, which was a bombshell for his career and got him a load of money but he must be going insane, having to do all these songs that are so opposite of what he used to do in the day with the attitude and old school stuff. That is what rap is all about, old school, back in 1995 when tupac was alive and was ready to change the game forever, until the illuminati came.

                 Lady Gaga dressing up in all that clothing just digusts me, we have all been through the womens rights issue and how women are equal but the fact that she is going on stage making that much of a scene just to show she is an independant strong woman, goes to show how weak she really is, the same as Bruno Mars going out singing his lungs off about nothing, about being Lazy? he didnt want to write that, the government did, so they make him sing it, and make himself sound like a fool, the music today is horrible and people are dragged around like puppets.

                 I have my own theory on 2pac’s death, and here it is. Tupac was getting way to big, he goes in and out of jail, everybody is loving the man, because he was SO ahead of his time, considering the kids now adays still beleive nobody was or is better then 2pac was, he was going in for partys, going to make a political party for the people, and make sure the world was happy, bringing a message that you don’t have to run under these business suits, but then the government knew and saw that Tupac was going to be an inspiration to all these people and make their own government so they had to dispose of him. The Biggie smalls incedent probably came after just to make it look cleaner, and put more of a blame on Biggie, that is my opinion, and I find it sick because I know for a fact the government would kill somebody, to make their country look better. You think Iraq had weapons of mass destruction before the US sold them to Iraq? nope, US just wanted all the oil over in the Iraq sand, so now we have a war going on, Jesus, What the world will do for money now adays is disgusting.

            My point stands with Eminem, same thing as the Iraq war, Eminem sells his music and gets angry and kids love it but then the game changes, pop girly dance music becomes in, so Eminem has to switch up and go from his normal style to being some little singer guy in music video’s, sometimes its what you have to do, but its the same thing as Iraq, with America needing the oil so they rush over and just take it, people just want money, and really, some people will NOT care what they need to do to get it, the music industry is all messed up now adays and I plan to change that, I am an MC and I want to make a change, WHO IS WITH ME? all it takes is one brain, one message, one chance, and you can change anything in the world.

   I slept at around 2:30 am and was determined to stay in the soft, warm and cozy feel of my bed for the next ten hours. My slumber was put to a halt when the phone started ringing. I figured that if I ignored it, it would just stop. Well, it didn’t. Trudging my slipper-less feet on the floor, I reached for the receiver and croaked, “Hello?”

   “May I talk to Raul?!” the caller barked. This woman apparently missed her toilet training.

   “What number are you calling please?” I mumbled, being unacquainted with this Raul she was looking for; whereupon the uncouth woman hung up.

   Instantaneously my brain rose up to several degrees Fahrenheit. I am not Miss Etiquette nor do I expect my fellow humans to be the epitome of virtues but I do envision common courtesy in simple matters as a common telephone conversation.

   Lest I want to wake up like a bloated grasshopper, I decided that going back to sleep would be futile. Seething, I opened the freezer and tried to let the cold air slow the process of self-combustion. Then I washed my face, brushed my teeth and went to the kitchen to get my caffeine load.

   There was no hot water. While waiting for the water to boil, I perused my monthly lifestyle magazine. My contribution was there but my pseudonym was misspelled in such a way that anyone who knew its meaning in Spanish would definitely think I’m a “walking feces”. I began to hyperventilate.

   The kettle began to hiss and whistle. In my haste my left idle hand gave the kettle a Marat Safin serve thereby spilling water all over the floor. My nostrils emitting fire, I stretched for the mop.

   Through determination I concerted to compose myself into something akin to a homo sapien. I dragged my carcass out of the house and trailed it by the side of the road. As I still got a few minutes to spare, I rejected to take any of the tricycles that offered themselves – why do they do that when you don’t need them then bolt off faster than the speed of light when you’re in a rush? –and hailed a jeepney.

   Loading the jeepney, my derriere, in pure ignominy, slipped from my intended parking area and landed right in the middle of the aisle. Smiling like an idiot, I resumed my seat next to a well-japormed who has never encountered the word “deodorant” nor “tawas” in his entire fetid life. To brace himself from the constant lurching of the vehicle, he has raised his arm to hold on to the railing. While I progressively run out of oxygen, I feel great connection with the Jews during the World War II when they were slowly dying inside the gas chambers. Most appalling, I have to endure such torment until I reach my destination.

   I was accosted by a friend who gave me the print-out of my grades for the semester. One scan of the whole paper and schadenfreude simultaneously blinked in front of me like neon lights. I was scatterbrained for about a second then forged ahead to my long Psychology exam. It was not until five minutes after I submitted my entire 500-word essay when I realized that I wrote it in James Madison’s Federalist No. 55.

   This is just my kind of day. Pass me that microphone, please, I need to caterwaul.

Your work is well researched, documented and annexed.  Ideas are clear, concise and marketable… and everything fall apart because you forgot to check that your document saved in your flash drive may not be compatible to the one you are using for your presentation!  Can you tell your boss ‘the machine ate up my work?’

What about the microphone?  If you ever had the opportunity to use one for your presentation – it sometimes behave like a poorly brought up child – makes noise when the moment is at its most critical stage, whines when you walk in front of the speaker or, or goes completely silent when you need to give out more information!

The worst possible outcome is when it all goes blank!  Yes.  After months of preparation and editing, talking in your sleep even, when you stand in front of the room or podium, your brain goes AWOL on you.  Sigh.

Technology in the classroom has come a long way and by that I mean the use of an audio microphone that the teacher uses to send her voice around the classroom so that the children can hear her better. It has been nicknamed the ‘Madonna Mic’ because it looks similar to the one Madonna wears; this one is worn around the neck. This piece of equipment diminishes background noise and makes the teachers voice clearer and is good in rooms with poor acoustics. This technology will be most beneficial for a teacher because they no longer have to raise their voices and or shout to be heard.

The original study involved 600 students and it would seem that the results were exceptionally encouraging and showed the children responding so very well to this new innovation that it is set to be used in other schools. When playing games like alphabet bingo, the children are responding much faster and they seem to be more engaged with their learning. The primary reason for this is that they can hear what is being said to them. As a result, this is very pleasing but it would appear that the overall behavior of the children involved in these studies has improved too. The teachers are finding that the children are more aware of what they have said to them and there would seem to be less disruption because of this. No repeating what they have just said because someone did not hear and they have found it much easier to teach. It has grabbed the attention of other schools that have had problems because of their location such as being near an airport or under a flight path.

This could trigger a change in many primary schools where getting the attention of the children is paramount. This technology has been used in many universities and other such learning establishments but now we can see that it could have an added impact on the children in our junior schools. This could be one of the most useful tools that a teacher could have. It seems a piece of equipment such as this could improve the lives students and teachers by taking the stress out of trying to hear and listen to what the teacher is saying over the usual classroom noise.

The time taken to make the children quieter should no longer pose such a big problem for the teacher. Having helped out in the classroom and at school whenever I could, I was surprised at the many times the teacher was waiting for the children to be quiet so that she could speak. It was very time consuming and that time that was wasted. With a microphone such as this one, this would not be such a problem.