Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
(more...)"Moral of the story: Do not look at the gap. The gap is the mind-killer. Remember how Wile E. Coyote never fell down until he saw the chasm? It’s just like that." --Taylor "Tei" Lindstrom, Rogue Ink
"I think we have come to find out that the Education system, run by Liberal Hippies that really couldn't find any other job that allowed them so much time off, the ability to do drugs, and to spout their rhetoric is alive and well. It is teaching out kids things like 'Abortion is Good,' 'Government is Bad.' We have educators that, for the most part, don't teach to the subject, they teach to their beliefs. It is really sad, and even sadder when you see highly intelligent children buying into it." --Kelli
Jacob: "I need to operate on my frog, but first he needs some amnesia."
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Yesterday, I got a call from not one, but both first grade teachers. The first was Brendan’s teacher.
“Brendan is not completing his work in a timely fashion.”
Yes, I am well aware of this. In fact, I sent a letter on the first day of class explaining that this very thing was a problem for him in kindergarten. Brendan lacks motivation. Okay, he’s lazy.
“What should we do about it?”
We? How about I sit here and keep my fingers crossed all day long and hope that Brendan finds some motivation during the day? I’ve spoken to him. I even took him out of kindergarten for the last 5 weeks of school to try to find ways to motivate him. I hoped that being in a new environment with a new teacher would snap him out of or into whatever it is he needs to be snapped out of… or into. I can talk and talk, but when he is there, and I am here, there is nothing I can do when it happens.
The solution? Brendan’s teacher is making up some sort of sticker chart to reward him for completing his work. I’m not terribly fond of rewarding this way, but at this point, I’m out of ideas.
The second call came from Jacob’s teacher.
“Jacob has been using inappropriate language in the classroom.”
I had gotten a note home the day before explaining that Jacob had used the word “stupid” and received his first warning for it. I had to sign and return the note. Now I, being the terrible mother that I am, included a note of my own. I asked his teacher to clarify the use of the word. Did he call another person stupid, or did he just use it in front of another person? While I don’t exactly encourage such things, I don’t particularly object to the use of the word in certain situations. And I told her so in my letter.
Well, it turns out that the use of the word “stupid” is not allowed under any circumstances. Okay, fine. But, not only had he used the word “stupid” he also used the words “naked” and “butt” on two different days. Part of me thinks I must truly be the world’s worst mother since a) my kid is using inappropriate language at school daily, and b) I don’t find those words to be terribly offensive. I did try to be a good mom, and I asked Jacob to refrain from using inappropriate language at school from now on.
No notes were sent home today.
I cringe every time I get a note from the teacher. The second year in a row I’m getting ‘incomplete assignments’ and now they’re wanting him tested for ADD. Trouble is he isn’t like that at home.. only at SCHOOL! I too am left feeling like a bad parent, but we’re not bad parents.. we can only do the best we can. ![]()
Not allowed to use the word stupid?! Now that is ridiculous. How many other restrictions are they gonna put on the use of language? That sort of thing really annoys me. I’ve got a worrying feeling that if any kid of mine came home with a letter like that, I’d struggle to reprimand them at all. In fact, I’d probably feel secretly proud if they continued to use the word more and more as a form of protest.
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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