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No Contest stands as the definitive critique of competition. Contrary to accepted wisdom, competition is not basic to human nature; it poisons our relationships and holds us back from doing our best. In this new edition, Alfie Kohn argues that the race to win turns all of us into losers.
Updated for the 1990s, the award-winning book that stands as the definitive critique of competition. Kohn says that contrary to accepted wisdom, competition is not basic to "human nature, " but actually poisons our relationships, damages our self-esteem, and holds us back from doing our best. Includes new matial on "cooperative learning" in the classroom. "By perceiving that cooperation is the answer, not competition, Alfie Kohn opens a new world of living."--Dr. W. Edwards Deming.
|1||The "Number One" Obsession||1|
|2||Is Competition Inevitable? The "Human Nature" Myth||11|
|3||Is Competition More Productive? The Rewards of Working Together||45|
|4||Is Competition More Enjoyable? On Sports, Play, and Fun||79|
|5||Does Competition Build Character? Psychological Considerations||96|
|6||Against Each Other: Interpersonal Considerations||132|
|7||The Logic of Playing Dirty||158|
|8||Women and Competition||168|
|9||Beyond Competition: Thoughts on Making Change||182|
Posted April 11, 2014
Hi... here are the rules! 1- All stories must be posted by May 1 and results will be out next day. 2- Each story must have at least 2,300 remaining characters. 3- You are only granted 6 mistakes. Anymore will not be accepted. 4- Sex and nudity is not permited. It is inappropriate and some younger children look at this. 5- You are allowed to use bad words only if you use asterisks (*). 6- No characters that have been used in other books. All that is permitted is your imagination, and real places/events. 7- Disobeying these rules will lead to instant disqualification. Any questions will be at the next result. Thank you, and enjoy. -KateWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 3, 2014
I trudged home through the flashes of lightning. The rain beat down in sheets on my head. I wasn't going home to the sweet and loving parents that you go home to every day. I dragged myself to a drunk stepfather who hates me. My mom is never there. I'm glad, as she hates me even more. Mom says she has an important job that she has to go to, but she really spends all day at a bar ordering beer after beer. I thought about my real father, who carried me when it was dark and helped me at every step. The father who taught me how to walk and how to ride a bike. Before mom went klepto, she used to tell me about dad. I could just picture his warm smile and golden caring eyes. When mom spent her first day at the bar, she came back a bit dizzy. She asked dad to go out with her for a minute. Dad never came back. Mom spent more and more time at the bar. We argued. Eventually she started beating me on sight, three years ago. Things got worse when she brought home a " new dad" and a ring. My stepfather beat me every afternoon. He used a lug wrench. After I came home, after the beating, I spent the night crying in my room. When mom gets home, she beats be even harder. I think I barely survive two beatings each night. I reached my street. A penny clinked down at the gutter. I picked it up, hoping it might be a good luck sign. When I reached my house, the door swung open. My stepfather jeered from inside. He dragged me into the hall and yelled at me. " You're late! You think you can just lag off?" I whimpered at his feet. " Henry, get the wrench!" Anothr man walked in, holding a lug wrench. He was covered in mud and muscles. He handed the wrench to my stepfather. Then the beating began. He rapped the wrench hard on my back. Then a sharp blow hit the back of my head. I was black and blue by the time the final blow came. It was a whack in the neck with the wrench and his fist. I tried to crawl away, but the other man grabbed me. He beat me more while holding me by the scruff of my neck. He finally drop-kicked me onto the lawn. Mom was waiting for me. " You miserable animal." She said with the telltale glint of her worst drinking ever. " I'd like to talk to you in private." She dragged me over to the shed, which she opened up. She reached for the sledgehammer inside. " I've had enough of your whinin'." She snarled. " So I'll make it stop." She was going to kill me, just as she had killed my father. The hammer swung down towards my neck. There was an excruciating pain, then a pure white. |==========Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 19, 2014
Prom was a day away and i was planning for what i would were. My dates nam was Ash and YES he is emo. I think he is going to make me so poupler! I am pretty, and i get what i want when i want it. Who could ask for a better life. My life was about to cange. "Today is the day!" Ash said holding my hand. I nodded and looked at his black outfit. "Dress pretty." He laughed. "Yeah! And you dress nice!" I said. He kissed me nad said "I going home to get ready." I walked to my house and got dressed. I looked in the mirror and smiled. 'You are pretty' i thought. Then i got in Ash's car. I was dancing when a slow song came on. Ash walked over to me and grabbed my hand. "Tonight you will go homw diffrent." He said smilimg. I looked at him. He laughed. As he kissed my neck, i felt a sting. I saw blood on my neck. As he bit me i was falling to the floor dying. I finally saw a bright light and heard Ash laughing. By: teagan williams
Posted March 18, 2014
It was Christmas Eve, about 12:35 at night. I wasn't thinking about the presents I would get like most kids, I was thonkingabout surviving. You see, being a demigod, especially a daughter of Hades is really hard. Every tome I think of my past, on my tongue is a melancholy bittersweetness. My dad abandoning me. Mom dying. So I am a orphan, living in the streets of the Big Apple.
I'm Serendipity Florence, and proud. Being a demigod is NOT a game. It's really dangerous- fighting monsters, which could actually get you killed. I've been trying to find my way to the so called safe haven of Camp Half Blood. I don't know if I'll ever make it- I might be killed by a monster. I know I'm getting close though- monsters have been mumbling about the wall in the woods. I'm pretty sure they are talking about the forests near Long Island.
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Now I'm 16 and at Camp Half Blood. I'm chosen as the leader of a quest to save the gods from destroying each other with anger.
-- thanks for reading! If you want more, I need characters for the quest. Post character bios and comments at lightning theif to Rana. Next part at lightning theif. THANKS! Rana
Posted March 16, 2014
Once i was in a deep wooden barn when i discovered me being diffrent. My name is jacquierno and my life has beena world of lies. Every time i think of lies i tremble in my bed which is made out of hay. My parents are heavy drinkers that tell me that i can never come in their house just because i am diffrent. So my room is a barn a barn with no heat when it cold and no acc when it is hot. It hurts when i see my bother inside just staring at me. This look just like a look that is confused. Sometimes my mother wont even talk to me because i am diffrent. It nothing that i can change it nothing anybody can change not even when i was first born. My dad beats me head to toe. All i have as clothing is a rag and hay. When i ask them if i can just eat there leftovers they say no in laughter because i am diffrent. I am gay and that is how i am diffrent.
Posted March 15, 2014
I know I'm rubbish at wrighting but so it goes. "Put as much distance as you can" I thought. "I'm coming back you know you have not scared me off" I screamed. Who am I my name is Jack Parker and I live in New York. And I'm running from my absuve father because he nearly killed me. I am going to tell what happened. My stepmother,Grace,was killed because of him. Naturlly he was a drunk and got so drunk he killed her at least that is what I saw. I don't know if she is dead or not. She was unlike other steparents she was nice,kind and never beat me. My dad on the other hand was the exact opposite mean, never kind and absuve one day he took it to far and compleately destroyed us and that is where I am now running away. I don't know where I will go. ""I'm coming back and I will take my revenge" I swore. After running for about two hours I came upon a school. "Welcome to Nancy Acadamy" said a male voice "we have been expecting you Mr.Parker". "How do you know my name" I said to the voice. "Simple you stepmom contacted us saying you were coming here and here you are" and a weelchair with the man came. "Who are you " "I am Mr.Brusher " he said with a little hesation " and you and I will tour this school ". Going alone with a man I didn't know a little stupid but not know what he might do I went with him. "We are like a normal school but still different " he said "sir how are you different" "you do not want to know" he said gravely. That got me thinking did that randomly suprise you with missle launchers "no that would be stupid" I thought but what made them different "as I was explaining we have sports now do you understand " that jolted me out of my thinking "we take things very seirously don't fail and you will prevail" he said "and you might get out alive" he muttered. How did I do I would like a pkace but if I don't I understand good bye ~ JackWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 15, 2014
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Posted March 10, 2014
Rain pattered down onto the ashpalt around me, making the humid air smell of hot rain; my favorite smell. The storm soaked my clothes and lightning flashed across the darkening sky. I didn't care, though. I knew I should get home. To my dad, who hates me. And to my step-mom who hates me, too. She pretends to not notice. To bot notice how Dad forces me down into the stifling, sweat-smelling basemebt and beats me. Beats me black and blue. Beats me until I'm crouched to the muddy floor, begging for mercy and trembling, ready to pass out from pain. He never lets me do. Pass out, I mean. He makes me suffer through it, giving me one last kick before climbing the rickety stairs and shutting me into the blinding darkness. Blood woyld poor from my split lip and my bruises would throb, but I would be unable to sleep. The darkness. It was my only fear... I turn my face up to the grey sky, letting the silver droplets collect like tiny diamonds on my lashes. I miss Mom. Her laugh, sounding like delicate jinglebells on a still winter night. Her bright green gaze, shining down on me, filling me with warmth. Those are the only things I remember about her. Before Dad started being a drunk, before the beatings, he would used to tell me stories about Mom. The way he described her—my mind would fill with joyous pictures of a dazzling smile and a comforting hug, hands brushing through my sun-golden hair, whispering in my ear, telling me everthing is going to be okay. "Sara!!" I flick my green eyes down from the heavens and peer through the misty rain to see my dad's figure sillouetteed by the yellow light flooding out of the open door. He's home early. Maybe the beating won't be as bad today. I shove my thin hands into my threadbare jeans and trudge through the gathering puddles on the sidewalk. Cold water pools in through the hole in my old sneakers, staining my sock with dirty water. My heart sinks when Dad's figure comes into view. His eyes are shining with that crazy light they get when he's had one drink too many. The beating won't be better today; it'll be worse. I slow my steps to the lightening drips of the summer thunderstorm. I glance up and see the ashen-colored clouds parting to reveal the glittering stars. I reach a hand up, fantasizing that if I stretch just a bit farther, I'll be able to feel the softness of the inky night. The warmth of the glowing stars. But no, they're just out of reach, glittering coldy down upon me, taunting me with their endless freedom. I heave a heavy sigh, feeling bitter tears prick the back of my eyes. I sped up my pace as Dad screams my name again, "SARA!! YOU WORTHLESS ANIMAL!!" I close my eyes as I walk past him into the dimly lit room beyond. There it is- the first strike. He smacks me hard in the back of the head, making me stumble. Then he grabs me by the arm and drags me down the stairs into the even darker basement. I trip on the last step, falling on my knee hard. Tears spring to my eyes, and I sit on the dusty floor, cradling it with trembling fingers. "I'm tired of your whining, girl. Well, no more. I'm ending it tonight." I raise my frightned eyes to see Dad pick up a wrench from a rotting worktable. I blink; my fear vanishes. This is what I want. To be free. I straighten my shoulders and don't even flinch as Dad brings the wrench down heavily on my temple. There's a flash of pain, then sweet blinding white. Not blackness...
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