#AtoZChallenge 2020: K Is for Kangaroo

 

kangaroo: on a multiple choice test, an answer that is so obviously incorrect that no examinee with the sense God promised a monkey would ever select it

I learned about kangaroos in a senior level education course. There were two professors, one who taught testing and measurement and another who taught what I think of as the softer side of counseling. The info about kangaroos came from the T&M prof. He frowned upon them.

After a test covering the softer side, a student informed the SS prof that he’d included several kangaroos. He’d never heard the term. He also didn’t appear concerned.

Concern. Sometime I’ve got it. Sometimes I don’t.

If I were concerned about sincerity, truth, design; about beauty and art; about, to quote the Duke, preserving the unities, I would end, as I began, with kangaroos.

But I have nothing more to say about them. And the videos I’ve examined don’t do a thing for me.

So for kangaroos, substitute kittens.

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“Now,” says the duke, “after to-night we can run in the daytime if we want to. Whenever we see anybody coming we can tie Jim hand and foot with a rope, and lay him in the wigwam and show this handbill and say we captured him up the river, and were too poor to travel on a steamboat, so we got this little raft on credit from our friends and are going down to get the reward. Handcuffs and chains would look still better on Jim, but it wouldn’t go well with the story of us being so poor. Too much like jewelry. Ropes are the correct thing—we must preserve the unities, as we say on the boards.” ~ Mark Twain, Huckleberry Finn

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Image by saratarshouby from Pixabay

Day 13: Kangaroos and blessings

Someone sent me a kangaroo.

It may have been the person who sent the squirrel yesterday.

All I know is that, when I looked at my Wall this morning, I saw three notes that said I’m sending squirrel requests. I also learned that I’m sending bless my online friends requests.

Five minutes ago I discovered–the Wall again–that I’m now sending kangaroo requests.

For the record, I am not sending kangaroo requests or kangaroos themselves.

When I read that someone had sent me a kangaroo, I clicked to see who it was (not that I expected to find out, considering yesterday’s experience with the squirrel).

I didn’t select any names.

I didn’t check out Giftie Credits.

I didn’t click Send or any of its synonyms.

I simply attempted to satisfy my native curiosity.

For this one indulgence, I find myself libeled.

On the other hand, after I clicked, I saw the kangaroo. That’s more than I can say about the squirrel.

For the record, however, I’m sending neither squirrels nor kangaroos. I hope that doesn’t disappoint anyone.

I’m happy, however, to send blessings. I am at this moment directing harmonious vibrations to all my friends.

But look for them to arrive in the traditional, low-tech manner. If I try sending them via Facebook, someone’s sure to receive a kangaroo instead.

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“Kangaroos and Blessings” appeared on Whiskertips in 2009. Again, finding myself no mood to compose anything new,  I’m recycling.