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Saturday, May 24, 2008
What Harry Potter Character are you?
Apparently I'm Harry.
Monday, May 19, 2008
School Board Superintendent
So Kenneth Whalum, Jr. thinks that a young black male should run the schools.
Have you ever heard such drivel?? Can you imagine the mushroom cloud that would go up over Memphis had a white male made the comment that a white male should be running the schools? Memphis would have been leveled from the blast.
Hey....there's an idea. But no, I happen to like this city. I see the potential and I'll be damned if I'm going to give up on it. Whalum not withstanding. Stupid, pinheaded freak.
What the schools need is the best qualified regardless of race and/or gender. Someone with enough backbone to stand up to this city and say, "It's time for you parents to get serious and become involved in your children's lives."
Where is the screaming by Whalum over the lack of involvement in these "young black males" in their childrens' lives? Why isn't he out hollering about that? As I've said in another forum, fix what's wrong at home and the problems in the schools will fix themselves. The classroom isn't a place to be raised. It's isn't the responsibility of the teacher to become the parent.
It isn't fair to those children who really want to learn to have to put up with the garbage that is flung by those childrent who don't want to be there.
AN EDUCATION ISN'T A
RIGHT. IT'S A PRIVILEDGE!!
Some people have forgotten that. Some politicians have forgotten that. Some psychiatrist and psychologist have forgotten that. Ohhh, let's not bruise little Johnny or little Suzie's fragile ego.
Ain't nothing fragile about child that brings a gun to school and shoots his classmate. Ain't nothing fragile about a child that threatens a teacher during class. Get rid of the garbage. Make schools a safe place for learning. This bullshit about in-school suspension or detention is crap.
I have an idea. Take those kids that don't really want to be there and give them a year in a service organization but make them serve their year in a third world country. Let them learn what it's like to not have a school they can go to because one doesn't exist. Let them learn what it's like not to have indoor plumbing or running water, or hell, for that matter, safe water to drink. Let's see how big and bad they'll be when they come home. Let them duck bullets from rebels while trying to cook dinner. Then we'll see how the little freaks feel about being at home. Let mummy and daddy worry about Butnot Mychild when Butnot Mychild is trying to figure out where their next meal is coming from. Or when Butnot Mychild has to really walk 14 miles to get to school in the rain or snow or heat. And if Butnot Mychild is female? Let them worry when she isn't even allowed to go to school.
Give the children that want to learn an environment free from stress other than what will be on the next test. Shut up Whalum and get out of the way of progress.
Have you ever heard such drivel?? Can you imagine the mushroom cloud that would go up over Memphis had a white male made the comment that a white male should be running the schools? Memphis would have been leveled from the blast.
Hey....there's an idea. But no, I happen to like this city. I see the potential and I'll be damned if I'm going to give up on it. Whalum not withstanding. Stupid, pinheaded freak.
What the schools need is the best qualified regardless of race and/or gender. Someone with enough backbone to stand up to this city and say, "It's time for you parents to get serious and become involved in your children's lives."
Where is the screaming by Whalum over the lack of involvement in these "young black males" in their childrens' lives? Why isn't he out hollering about that? As I've said in another forum, fix what's wrong at home and the problems in the schools will fix themselves. The classroom isn't a place to be raised. It's isn't the responsibility of the teacher to become the parent.
It isn't fair to those children who really want to learn to have to put up with the garbage that is flung by those childrent who don't want to be there.
AN EDUCATION ISN'T A
RIGHT. IT'S A PRIVILEDGE!!
Some people have forgotten that. Some politicians have forgotten that. Some psychiatrist and psychologist have forgotten that. Ohhh, let's not bruise little Johnny or little Suzie's fragile ego.
Ain't nothing fragile about child that brings a gun to school and shoots his classmate. Ain't nothing fragile about a child that threatens a teacher during class. Get rid of the garbage. Make schools a safe place for learning. This bullshit about in-school suspension or detention is crap.
I have an idea. Take those kids that don't really want to be there and give them a year in a service organization but make them serve their year in a third world country. Let them learn what it's like to not have a school they can go to because one doesn't exist. Let them learn what it's like not to have indoor plumbing or running water, or hell, for that matter, safe water to drink. Let's see how big and bad they'll be when they come home. Let them duck bullets from rebels while trying to cook dinner. Then we'll see how the little freaks feel about being at home. Let mummy and daddy worry about Butnot Mychild when Butnot Mychild is trying to figure out where their next meal is coming from. Or when Butnot Mychild has to really walk 14 miles to get to school in the rain or snow or heat. And if Butnot Mychild is female? Let them worry when she isn't even allowed to go to school.
Give the children that want to learn an environment free from stress other than what will be on the next test. Shut up Whalum and get out of the way of progress.
Sometimes you just don't know what to say.
I'm looking around the house and for the most part, we've done the projects that we can reasonably and financially do right now. It's time to take a look at the backyard. We have some really good friends who called and offered up a bunch of paving stones that they no longer want. They're very generous and quick to help us when we ask. The only problem is that they're too stubborn to ask for our help. I thump them from time to time. It doesn't help.
We went over yesterday and pulled some of them up. It loaded my truck DOWN. There's at least another truckload which we'll get either this weekend or one day after I get off work.
Friends are important. We sometimes take them for granted. And I mean the collective "we". I was having a chat with my oldest yesterday, trying to figure out why he's angry. He says he's angry about his friends. I'll admit that all of his good friends have ended up moving away all through his lifetime. His friend on this street moved away. His best friend in Oklahoma. Another good friend and then one he made when they moved back here. He's closed himself up over it. I told him that having friends takes work. That he has to reach out and make an effort. He says, "Well, they don't." OK, maybe they don't but that doesn't mean you can't or shouldn't.
I had to listen to what I was telling him. Relationships take work. Home. At work. Everywhere. Professionally. I had to think about who my friends were and if I was putting the right amount of energy into the relationships that I had. We should probably take that inventory on a regular basis because before you know it, a year has passed and you haven't talked to some of the people who populate your "friends" list.
He had to. He also had to take a deep breath and reach out to one of them. That was a big step for him. Especially knowing that this friend may very well end up moving to Japan. Breaks my heart for him. Nothing I can do about it though. Just like nothing I could do about his experience with the coffee shop down the street. And don't for one minute think that I don't think about firebombing the place. Makes for nice fantasy but it'll never happen. (That's for all you government email snoops)
I appreciate my friends. They are a good support system especially in trying times and believe me, I'm seeing a few of those right now.
This too shall pass, so they say. It's not finding a cure for dementia but it makes the wait a little easier to stomach. It doesn't get my partner of 20 years on my insurance but it gives me a place to rant.
Just a little "thanks" to those whom I choose to call my friends.
We went over yesterday and pulled some of them up. It loaded my truck DOWN. There's at least another truckload which we'll get either this weekend or one day after I get off work.
Friends are important. We sometimes take them for granted. And I mean the collective "we". I was having a chat with my oldest yesterday, trying to figure out why he's angry. He says he's angry about his friends. I'll admit that all of his good friends have ended up moving away all through his lifetime. His friend on this street moved away. His best friend in Oklahoma. Another good friend and then one he made when they moved back here. He's closed himself up over it. I told him that having friends takes work. That he has to reach out and make an effort. He says, "Well, they don't." OK, maybe they don't but that doesn't mean you can't or shouldn't.
I had to listen to what I was telling him. Relationships take work. Home. At work. Everywhere. Professionally. I had to think about who my friends were and if I was putting the right amount of energy into the relationships that I had. We should probably take that inventory on a regular basis because before you know it, a year has passed and you haven't talked to some of the people who populate your "friends" list.
He had to. He also had to take a deep breath and reach out to one of them. That was a big step for him. Especially knowing that this friend may very well end up moving to Japan. Breaks my heart for him. Nothing I can do about it though. Just like nothing I could do about his experience with the coffee shop down the street. And don't for one minute think that I don't think about firebombing the place. Makes for nice fantasy but it'll never happen. (That's for all you government email snoops)
I appreciate my friends. They are a good support system especially in trying times and believe me, I'm seeing a few of those right now.
This too shall pass, so they say. It's not finding a cure for dementia but it makes the wait a little easier to stomach. It doesn't get my partner of 20 years on my insurance but it gives me a place to rant.
Just a little "thanks" to those whom I choose to call my friends.
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