I did it. I worried myself into a stomach acid nightmare. One bowl of cream of wheat and my insides were on fire. In no dimension does that make sense.
In case it is the starting of an ulcer, the doctor signed me up for an upper GI x-ray. It sounded easy enough. Just take pictures of my guts and tell me if I'm going to die of anxiety. Wrong.
On the table in the x-ray room, being good little ducklings in a row, were plastic cups filled with various liquids and solids, all of them white. That's a good sign right? White is a hopeful color. At least I kept reminding myself of that. The tech starts to explain the procedure. I am expected to swallow the tablespoon of tiny pellets because they will create gas in my system to make it easier to see things. After which I cannot burp to release the gas. (Let's now dwell on how I would keep myself from releasing it any other way.) The thicker white goo would be after the gas pellets. It would taste awful, I was forewarned, but make me feel better after the pellets. Huh? Would the pellets make me breathe fire after they created gas?
After gulping the goo, I would be expected to roll around on a table so they could get all angles of my stomach and esophagus. Now, I'm not a genius, but rolling around on a full stomach would make people without tummy troubles vomit. This was getting more interesting by the moment. Finally, the tech informed me the doctor would be in briefly to perform the x-ray.
In my head Foreman, Chase, or 13 would be walking in. Heck, I'd even settle for that Taub guy. Why can't visits to the hospital be Hollywood glamorous? See, still in my head of course, should one of the already mentioned characters appear I would know that Dr. Gregory House is right around the corner. How awesome would that be? I could match wit with the most cynnical of physicians.
Instead I had a nice, elderly doctor come in and hand me the little pellets to get started. He reminded me that they needed to go as far back in my throat as possible because they would start reacting as soon as they hit my tongue. He wasn't kidding!
I discovered the secret ingredient in Wonka's Fizzy Lifting drinks. Holy cow. The moment I got those pellets in my system I expected to shoot straight up to the ceiling. I kept having to keep myself from burping, and a couple of seconds after the gas had formed it felt like a flaming arrow was being lodged in my chest. The doc caught onto my pain and immediately took his pictures and had me start drinking the goo. Instant relief! Whew.
Once my stomach was weighed down with the second cup of goo, I had to roll around to make sure it coated everything. Again, that about made me throw up. All in all, the whole procedure took about 10 minutes. I couldn't decide if I would rather be tortured by drinking gas pellets and being told not to burp or under a magnesium sulfate drip.
Now I just have to wait and see what my doctor says. In the meantime, I will burp my way out of here.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Fine! I'll Admit it...
I love Bradley Cooper. Of course he was no where on my radar screen until The Hangover, even though I did see Wedding Crashers. I can't help it. I've been watching the trailers for Valentine's Day and even one for The A-Team. I'm in love...
The Sunnier Side of Life
A dear friend of mine was upset this morning because she read my last entry and waited for the more uplifting one before I went to bed. Well, after watching the Saints pull a victory (what a great game that was), I was too exhausted and crashed for the night. So here it is:
"I Do Not Love You"
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
This poem reminds me that love doesn't always have to be head over heels/knight in shining armor kind of stuff. Sometimes it just is and sometimes it is dark. It is actually kind of a nice feeling. Every now and then I try to remind myself that someone loves me like this.
"I Do Not Love You"
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
This poem reminds me that love doesn't always have to be head over heels/knight in shining armor kind of stuff. Sometimes it just is and sometimes it is dark. It is actually kind of a nice feeling. Every now and then I try to remind myself that someone loves me like this.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The Battle at Home
In case you didn't know, the district where I teach has made national news because of the strict dress code that would not allow a four-year-old attend class until his parents cut his hair.
For starters: that's what is making the news?! Really? Out of all the things the public school system in the State of Texas lacks that filters down to individual school districts, this is what people focus on? When's the last time a parent even inquired about the curriculum taught or the classroom management practices of particular teachers? How about the fact that before a child will take the actual minimum basic skills exam for the state, they will have already taken 3-4 practice minimum basic skills exams? What about all the valuable class time lost for all that testing? What novels do students read in a given year? What kind of math and science are they learning that will apply later in life? Can students identify North America on a map (seriously, when I asked some students what countries made up North America they said Brazil, Europe, and Texas)?
Just let all that sink in and then look at the stink this whole dress code situation has made. Before anyone tries to give me the "self-expression versus better discipline" crap, understand that this should never have been about the dress code. This is about following rules. The parents knew about the dress code BEFORE enrolling their son into Mesquite Independent School District (MISD). They weren't tricked or had any rules changed after he started. This means they also knew that consequences would ensue should their son not follow the rules. If they had a problem with the dress code, then they needed to find a different pre-K program for their child.
Do I think long hair impedes learning? Of course not. I can teach a kid with a mohawk just as well as one who is bald. I teach gifted kids for crying out loud. If anyone suffers from loss of self expression through clothing and hair styles, they definitely do. But they manage because they understand that life can be full of stupid and arbitrary rules. Many jobs have dress codes and employees are expected to follow them. A person can get a speeding ticket for doing 67 in a 65 mph zone. Some places of business don't allow patrons in without shoes. To return merchandise most of the time a receipt is needed, even if you are an honest person who wouldn't lie about where the item was bought. It doesn't matter. Rules exists and to function in our society, one has to follow them.
That's the kind of discipline this issue is about. It is not about that kid's hair distracting from learning (although some would argue that to be the case). Can the kid follow a rule? Well, his parents are teaching him he doesn't have to.
Some people might say that challenging the rule is the parents' right. Okay, excellent point; however, they are not challenging it appropriately. Creating a media circus will not help them get their way. A friend of mine who studied education law mentioned that there have been tons of cases where parents go up against a district's dress code, and it usually ends with the parents being told that districts are allowed to have dress codes and they must be followed. If these parents want to affect change, they need to learn the system for proposing that change and getting the community involved. After all, it is the people of the Mesquite community that voted on the current dress code. (I know because my parents voted even though my sister and I had already graduated and moved on with our lives.) Instead of just attending the one school board meeting to make a scene, start getting involved in the district. Learn about how the system works and how to change it. Find out why the current rules exist and then take a logical and well supported approach to reach out to the community and encourage them to vote for the change.
My second biggest issue with all of this is the morons who keep commenting on the news stories and have zero stock in this situation. They don't have kids in the district, heck, they don't even live in the district. Both ends of the spectrum are included here: the way laid back lefties and uber-conservative righties. Both ends dwell on the "self-expression versus better discipline" argument when, as I've already mentioned, that should not even be the topic up for discussion. Unless a person is being directly affected by all of this, s/he needs to shut up and stay out of it. It is really irritating because I know that many teachers in the district have strong feelings about it (the ones who actually know what dress code does and does not do in the classroom), but nobody has bothered to ask us what we think. So the news and the district would rather listen to a bunch of randoms over actual Mesquite employees.
All of this I could have dealt with, and actually was starting to let go of whenever someone mentioned this issue. Then I saw a post my husband made on the news site about all of this. In his snarky and smart alack tone, he posed the perfunctory question of what research shows that discipline and learning is directly linked to the length of a kid's hair. (Good one babe, that argument has never been made before.)
Here's why I fell completely apart (and not just because he equated MISD to Nazi Germany like some other jackass in one of the news articles):
If my own husband does not support the district (who signs my paychecks), he cannot possibly take what I do seriously. All the years I come home and vent about the actual injustices of the public education system, he decides to jump on this insane band wagon. He is going to become part of the system trying to further destroy what I do. (I deal with a lot as a public school teacher, and if you also teach in public school in Texas you know what I mean.) Now I know that if someone else brings all this up in conversation, my husband won't say something like: "Yeah, Lydia is really frustrated because there are a lot of other issues she wishes they would address." or "Lydia is ready for all this to be done because she is just as frustrated with the dress code but knows she has to keep doing her job." or "Every district has it ridiculous quirks, but my wife does well there and the kids love her." No, he will probably continue to tear down Mesquite and once again I'll be left alone to defend what I do and why I do it.
For the record, the parents agreed to put the kid's hair in braids so he could attend class, and I will post something a little less intense before I go to bed.
For starters: that's what is making the news?! Really? Out of all the things the public school system in the State of Texas lacks that filters down to individual school districts, this is what people focus on? When's the last time a parent even inquired about the curriculum taught or the classroom management practices of particular teachers? How about the fact that before a child will take the actual minimum basic skills exam for the state, they will have already taken 3-4 practice minimum basic skills exams? What about all the valuable class time lost for all that testing? What novels do students read in a given year? What kind of math and science are they learning that will apply later in life? Can students identify North America on a map (seriously, when I asked some students what countries made up North America they said Brazil, Europe, and Texas)?
Just let all that sink in and then look at the stink this whole dress code situation has made. Before anyone tries to give me the "self-expression versus better discipline" crap, understand that this should never have been about the dress code. This is about following rules. The parents knew about the dress code BEFORE enrolling their son into Mesquite Independent School District (MISD). They weren't tricked or had any rules changed after he started. This means they also knew that consequences would ensue should their son not follow the rules. If they had a problem with the dress code, then they needed to find a different pre-K program for their child.
Do I think long hair impedes learning? Of course not. I can teach a kid with a mohawk just as well as one who is bald. I teach gifted kids for crying out loud. If anyone suffers from loss of self expression through clothing and hair styles, they definitely do. But they manage because they understand that life can be full of stupid and arbitrary rules. Many jobs have dress codes and employees are expected to follow them. A person can get a speeding ticket for doing 67 in a 65 mph zone. Some places of business don't allow patrons in without shoes. To return merchandise most of the time a receipt is needed, even if you are an honest person who wouldn't lie about where the item was bought. It doesn't matter. Rules exists and to function in our society, one has to follow them.
That's the kind of discipline this issue is about. It is not about that kid's hair distracting from learning (although some would argue that to be the case). Can the kid follow a rule? Well, his parents are teaching him he doesn't have to.
Some people might say that challenging the rule is the parents' right. Okay, excellent point; however, they are not challenging it appropriately. Creating a media circus will not help them get their way. A friend of mine who studied education law mentioned that there have been tons of cases where parents go up against a district's dress code, and it usually ends with the parents being told that districts are allowed to have dress codes and they must be followed. If these parents want to affect change, they need to learn the system for proposing that change and getting the community involved. After all, it is the people of the Mesquite community that voted on the current dress code. (I know because my parents voted even though my sister and I had already graduated and moved on with our lives.) Instead of just attending the one school board meeting to make a scene, start getting involved in the district. Learn about how the system works and how to change it. Find out why the current rules exist and then take a logical and well supported approach to reach out to the community and encourage them to vote for the change.
My second biggest issue with all of this is the morons who keep commenting on the news stories and have zero stock in this situation. They don't have kids in the district, heck, they don't even live in the district. Both ends of the spectrum are included here: the way laid back lefties and uber-conservative righties. Both ends dwell on the "self-expression versus better discipline" argument when, as I've already mentioned, that should not even be the topic up for discussion. Unless a person is being directly affected by all of this, s/he needs to shut up and stay out of it. It is really irritating because I know that many teachers in the district have strong feelings about it (the ones who actually know what dress code does and does not do in the classroom), but nobody has bothered to ask us what we think. So the news and the district would rather listen to a bunch of randoms over actual Mesquite employees.
All of this I could have dealt with, and actually was starting to let go of whenever someone mentioned this issue. Then I saw a post my husband made on the news site about all of this. In his snarky and smart alack tone, he posed the perfunctory question of what research shows that discipline and learning is directly linked to the length of a kid's hair. (Good one babe, that argument has never been made before.)
Here's why I fell completely apart (and not just because he equated MISD to Nazi Germany like some other jackass in one of the news articles):
If my own husband does not support the district (who signs my paychecks), he cannot possibly take what I do seriously. All the years I come home and vent about the actual injustices of the public education system, he decides to jump on this insane band wagon. He is going to become part of the system trying to further destroy what I do. (I deal with a lot as a public school teacher, and if you also teach in public school in Texas you know what I mean.) Now I know that if someone else brings all this up in conversation, my husband won't say something like: "Yeah, Lydia is really frustrated because there are a lot of other issues she wishes they would address." or "Lydia is ready for all this to be done because she is just as frustrated with the dress code but knows she has to keep doing her job." or "Every district has it ridiculous quirks, but my wife does well there and the kids love her." No, he will probably continue to tear down Mesquite and once again I'll be left alone to defend what I do and why I do it.
For the record, the parents agreed to put the kid's hair in braids so he could attend class, and I will post something a little less intense before I go to bed.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Up the Ear Canal Without a Paddle
Well one my nightmares has come true: my son has ear problems.
I spent much of my infancy and childhood with non-stop ear issues. I had tubes put in twice and my tonsils and adenoids removed at age four. Even with this, I have battled ear infections for the past 28 years of my life. Adults do not tend to get ear infections because their ear canals grow and shape themselves appropriately. My left ear canal must of missed the memo on the forming normally part because it always gives me problems that led up to a full ear drum blow out, hearing loss, and inner ear reconstruction.
My little William had two ear infections and ruptured ear drums within a week and a half of each other. He already had an ear infection last August. So this makes three in his young nine months of life. The pediatrician said she usually likes to wait until infection number five before referring to an ENT, but with my history of ear catastrophes I should get Will to an ENT right away. Even though most infants have ear infections because their ear canals are still growing and shaping themselves, sometimes infants inherit their parents' flatter ear canals (which of course is more likely in this case). Naturally, I started crying and the doctor was kind enough to give me a hug. Now my baby will probably need tubes in his little ears. I know this is common for babies, but it only led to bigger and worse problems for me. The good news is that the ENT they recommended ended up being my ENT. So when I go for my hearing test next Tuesday, I will just take my son with me.
As soon as I got home, I fell apart again for handing down my cursed ears. My sweet husband endured my complaining about Will probably never being able to enjoying swimming in the summer, hating to fly, and dreading sinus infections that inevitably affect the ears. I continued to go on about how awful I felt about giving Will my ill-functioning ear canals when Chris said, "But I bet they are beautiful ear canals."
I love my husband.
I spent much of my infancy and childhood with non-stop ear issues. I had tubes put in twice and my tonsils and adenoids removed at age four. Even with this, I have battled ear infections for the past 28 years of my life. Adults do not tend to get ear infections because their ear canals grow and shape themselves appropriately. My left ear canal must of missed the memo on the forming normally part because it always gives me problems that led up to a full ear drum blow out, hearing loss, and inner ear reconstruction.
My little William had two ear infections and ruptured ear drums within a week and a half of each other. He already had an ear infection last August. So this makes three in his young nine months of life. The pediatrician said she usually likes to wait until infection number five before referring to an ENT, but with my history of ear catastrophes I should get Will to an ENT right away. Even though most infants have ear infections because their ear canals are still growing and shaping themselves, sometimes infants inherit their parents' flatter ear canals (which of course is more likely in this case). Naturally, I started crying and the doctor was kind enough to give me a hug. Now my baby will probably need tubes in his little ears. I know this is common for babies, but it only led to bigger and worse problems for me. The good news is that the ENT they recommended ended up being my ENT. So when I go for my hearing test next Tuesday, I will just take my son with me.
As soon as I got home, I fell apart again for handing down my cursed ears. My sweet husband endured my complaining about Will probably never being able to enjoying swimming in the summer, hating to fly, and dreading sinus infections that inevitably affect the ears. I continued to go on about how awful I felt about giving Will my ill-functioning ear canals when Chris said, "But I bet they are beautiful ear canals."
I love my husband.
Monday, January 18, 2010
When in Doubt, Start a Book Club
My husband sent me an e-mail the other day asking if I would like an eReader. My answer was something to the effect of: "Is that the thing where you can download a whole bunch of stories onto an electronic device? Then absolutely not."
See, reading a book is an experience for me. It involves four of my five senses. The feel of pages fluttering as I thumb through a potential purchase. The scent of age and wisdom if the book is used or the fragrant new print smell of one right off the presses. Hearing the subtle crack of the spine as I open the new adventure. Then, of course, jumping in with both eyes.
This kind of bibliobsession is shared by a very few in today's society. Proof being the eReader and Kindle. Fortunately, I work with a phenomenal set of ladies who share my fascination with the written word. Over a year ago, we decided to start a book club.
Once a month we each prepare a dish and meet at alternating members' homes. The group is appropriately named The Bad Girls Book Club not because we party so hard we need our own WE television series, but because sometimes people come and sometimes they read the book. (Most book clubs I have heard about are very strict in their reading guidelines and don't smile upon people who choose just to show up for the socialization.) However, our group is much more about the camaraderie than reading. And yet, we still manage to love, read, and discuss books.
I guess I am thankful to know such an awesome group of women. No matter if we like or hate a book, we always have a good time and learn a little about each other. Friendship is so valuable. Perhaps that is why I have a difficult wrapping my brain around people who choose to be alone. Regardless of how long our book club manages to stay together, I cherish every minute we spend eating, discussing, heckling, debating, eating...
See, reading a book is an experience for me. It involves four of my five senses. The feel of pages fluttering as I thumb through a potential purchase. The scent of age and wisdom if the book is used or the fragrant new print smell of one right off the presses. Hearing the subtle crack of the spine as I open the new adventure. Then, of course, jumping in with both eyes.
This kind of bibliobsession is shared by a very few in today's society. Proof being the eReader and Kindle. Fortunately, I work with a phenomenal set of ladies who share my fascination with the written word. Over a year ago, we decided to start a book club.
Once a month we each prepare a dish and meet at alternating members' homes. The group is appropriately named The Bad Girls Book Club not because we party so hard we need our own WE television series, but because sometimes people come and sometimes they read the book. (Most book clubs I have heard about are very strict in their reading guidelines and don't smile upon people who choose just to show up for the socialization.) However, our group is much more about the camaraderie than reading. And yet, we still manage to love, read, and discuss books.
I guess I am thankful to know such an awesome group of women. No matter if we like or hate a book, we always have a good time and learn a little about each other. Friendship is so valuable. Perhaps that is why I have a difficult wrapping my brain around people who choose to be alone. Regardless of how long our book club manages to stay together, I cherish every minute we spend eating, discussing, heckling, debating, eating...
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
2010 Check-In
I have officially been in the year 2010 for 13 days. Even within the first two weeks of the new decade a ton has happened.
My 2010 Book Challenge: Much to the shock of my husband, I blew through Pretties, Specials, and Extras by Scott Westerfeld in four days. I couldn't help myself. Pretties and Specials are too captivating. Not only do I have a new favorite female protagonist (welcome to the ranks Ms. Tally Youngblood), but I have a new favorite author as well. I fully intend to read more of Westerfeld's novels. His writing style is fun and easy to fall into. The Uglies Series has earned a permanent spot on the bookshelf next to The Harry Potter Series, Chronicles of Narnia, The Lord of the Rings, and The Hitchhiker's Guide Series. Westerfeld's brilliant futuristic dystopia will also be a set that I will read again and again. I have issue only with Extras. It by no means ruined the series (like Breaking Dawn--that was just awful), but I am still trying to find its place among the magnificence of Tally and her journey to find her true self. Perhaps it is Westerfeld's genius as work again because Extras is simply that: an "extra" part of the story and one not necessary to complete the trilogy.
My baby got sick: Will has brought in the new year with a ruptured left ear, an ear infection in his right ear, and an eye infection in his right eye. Before anyone hands me the "Worst Mom of the Year" Award, I had already taken him to the doctor on suspicion of something wrong and was told that he was fine. He never had a fever, continued to eat everything we gave him, and happily played at daycare. I called to get him in again when more drainage began to appear from his left ear. Even when we went back to the doctor, Will did not have a fever. It felt like it came out of no where, but we do have antibiotic in his system now and drops for his eye and ears.
My hubby got a raise and has an interview for another position at work: Someday I would like to stay home with (hopefully) the three children I would like to have. In order for that to happen, my husband is working towards a position and paycheck that will allow me to do that. (Of course, my mind will wilt if I don't have some type of hobby so suggestions for that are welcome.) In the meantime he received a nice raise and will be interviewing to be on a special team at work that will get his foot in the door for bigger and better things.
There's my 2010 in a nutshell so far. Is it good? Is it bad? I have decided not to classify anything in those terms. So many people I know are already cursing this new year and wanting a redo of 2009 or fast forward to 2011. This hurts my heart because we have been given another year of life and a chance to make 2010 count for something. Even if the first two weeks have not been the best, there are 50 more to make 2010 a year worth liking. This is also why I refuse to make any resolutions. I will just live my life as the best Christian example that I can. As long as I do that, I shouldn't have to change or plan to change any unwanted behaviors. Thanks to my Culture and Society of Imperial Rome class last semester, Marcus Aurelius already aided in slightly altering my mindset last year. Putting my improved way of thinking and my desire to live a good life together should cover just about everything.
My 2010 Book Challenge: Much to the shock of my husband, I blew through Pretties, Specials, and Extras by Scott Westerfeld in four days. I couldn't help myself. Pretties and Specials are too captivating. Not only do I have a new favorite female protagonist (welcome to the ranks Ms. Tally Youngblood), but I have a new favorite author as well. I fully intend to read more of Westerfeld's novels. His writing style is fun and easy to fall into. The Uglies Series has earned a permanent spot on the bookshelf next to The Harry Potter Series, Chronicles of Narnia, The Lord of the Rings, and The Hitchhiker's Guide Series. Westerfeld's brilliant futuristic dystopia will also be a set that I will read again and again. I have issue only with Extras. It by no means ruined the series (like Breaking Dawn--that was just awful), but I am still trying to find its place among the magnificence of Tally and her journey to find her true self. Perhaps it is Westerfeld's genius as work again because Extras is simply that: an "extra" part of the story and one not necessary to complete the trilogy.
My baby got sick: Will has brought in the new year with a ruptured left ear, an ear infection in his right ear, and an eye infection in his right eye. Before anyone hands me the "Worst Mom of the Year" Award, I had already taken him to the doctor on suspicion of something wrong and was told that he was fine. He never had a fever, continued to eat everything we gave him, and happily played at daycare. I called to get him in again when more drainage began to appear from his left ear. Even when we went back to the doctor, Will did not have a fever. It felt like it came out of no where, but we do have antibiotic in his system now and drops for his eye and ears.
My hubby got a raise and has an interview for another position at work: Someday I would like to stay home with (hopefully) the three children I would like to have. In order for that to happen, my husband is working towards a position and paycheck that will allow me to do that. (Of course, my mind will wilt if I don't have some type of hobby so suggestions for that are welcome.) In the meantime he received a nice raise and will be interviewing to be on a special team at work that will get his foot in the door for bigger and better things.
There's my 2010 in a nutshell so far. Is it good? Is it bad? I have decided not to classify anything in those terms. So many people I know are already cursing this new year and wanting a redo of 2009 or fast forward to 2011. This hurts my heart because we have been given another year of life and a chance to make 2010 count for something. Even if the first two weeks have not been the best, there are 50 more to make 2010 a year worth liking. This is also why I refuse to make any resolutions. I will just live my life as the best Christian example that I can. As long as I do that, I shouldn't have to change or plan to change any unwanted behaviors. Thanks to my Culture and Society of Imperial Rome class last semester, Marcus Aurelius already aided in slightly altering my mindset last year. Putting my improved way of thinking and my desire to live a good life together should cover just about everything.
Thursday, January 07, 2010
The Adventures of Cordelia Organa-Solo
Well, I did it. My alter ego truly exists in all her glory. Enjoy her first story:
Here I am, in my fashionably late twenties, single, and teaching high school English. Believe it or not, this is a dream come true for me. I knew long ago that the only way to save the world was not by saving a single cheerleader, but indeed by saving many cheerleaders, athletes, musicians, thespians, and other average American school children.
As usual, my curriculum calls for that great playwright: William Shakespeare. As usual, many of my students are attempting to covertly keep their No Fear Shakespeare open on their laps under their desks. Here's the real irritation. When did we need to start fearing Shakespeare? He wrote for the masses. If you had a penny, you got to see a show. For goodness sake, the man spoke and wrote in English. One little "thee" instead of "you" and my students panic like there at a disco or something. If they just gave Shakespeare a chance first, they would see that he can be funny, inappropriately sexual, and rather intelligent all in one play.
Then today while I'm trying to fire up Much Ado About Nothing instead of King Lear; let's face it-what teenage kid is going to relate to a middle aged, lunatic king; it occurrs to me: These kids can read Shakespeare. They just don't want to do the work of thinking about it.
"Aides" like No Fear and Cliffsnotes and Pink Monkey and Book Rags, etc. are the real enemy here. They do all the analyzing and synthesizing for the students. How am I possibly supposed to get to those higher levels of thinking in my classroom when my students already have it done for them? That's when the light bulb went off (I had stood too long in one place in my classroom and the timer for energy saving shut off my classroom light). My next stop would be the bookstore next door.
Cheerily I greeted the clerk setting up a display of the hottest new hardbacks which all dealt with vampires in some form oddly enough. I cautiously zigzagged my way around the story making sure to never look directly at a camera. I browsed the mysteries and local literature. I made one rotation around the bargain book bin and then narrowed in on my victim.
There it stood ever so smugly crossing the line of hubris that usually angers the gods. In about five minutes the smirk would belong to me. My fingers flipped the matchbox in my coat pocket around a couple of times. In the flashiest of flashes I had pulled two matches out, swept them across the side of the box, and tossed them onto the display. Before the first bellows of smoke could reach my nostrils I had turned to make my way out of the door. The horror stricken octaves of store employees reverberated off the walls, and I let the cool glass shut behind me.
Before you judge me, understand I do not consider those books. They are a plague on intellect and deserve to burn. Sure they still exist on the internet and the war is far from over, but as I head to the next bookstore in my area I take comfort in knowing I've won a small battle.
Here I am, in my fashionably late twenties, single, and teaching high school English. Believe it or not, this is a dream come true for me. I knew long ago that the only way to save the world was not by saving a single cheerleader, but indeed by saving many cheerleaders, athletes, musicians, thespians, and other average American school children.
As usual, my curriculum calls for that great playwright: William Shakespeare. As usual, many of my students are attempting to covertly keep their No Fear Shakespeare open on their laps under their desks. Here's the real irritation. When did we need to start fearing Shakespeare? He wrote for the masses. If you had a penny, you got to see a show. For goodness sake, the man spoke and wrote in English. One little "thee" instead of "you" and my students panic like there at a disco or something. If they just gave Shakespeare a chance first, they would see that he can be funny, inappropriately sexual, and rather intelligent all in one play.
Then today while I'm trying to fire up Much Ado About Nothing instead of King Lear; let's face it-what teenage kid is going to relate to a middle aged, lunatic king; it occurrs to me: These kids can read Shakespeare. They just don't want to do the work of thinking about it.
"Aides" like No Fear and Cliffsnotes and Pink Monkey and Book Rags, etc. are the real enemy here. They do all the analyzing and synthesizing for the students. How am I possibly supposed to get to those higher levels of thinking in my classroom when my students already have it done for them? That's when the light bulb went off (I had stood too long in one place in my classroom and the timer for energy saving shut off my classroom light). My next stop would be the bookstore next door.
Cheerily I greeted the clerk setting up a display of the hottest new hardbacks which all dealt with vampires in some form oddly enough. I cautiously zigzagged my way around the story making sure to never look directly at a camera. I browsed the mysteries and local literature. I made one rotation around the bargain book bin and then narrowed in on my victim.
There it stood ever so smugly crossing the line of hubris that usually angers the gods. In about five minutes the smirk would belong to me. My fingers flipped the matchbox in my coat pocket around a couple of times. In the flashiest of flashes I had pulled two matches out, swept them across the side of the box, and tossed them onto the display. Before the first bellows of smoke could reach my nostrils I had turned to make my way out of the door. The horror stricken octaves of store employees reverberated off the walls, and I let the cool glass shut behind me.
Before you judge me, understand I do not consider those books. They are a plague on intellect and deserve to burn. Sure they still exist on the internet and the war is far from over, but as I head to the next bookstore in my area I take comfort in knowing I've won a small battle.
Monday, January 04, 2010
Stupid Me
Wow! This is a record for me. Two days of blogging in a row. I did something so stupid to my blog. I accidentally deleted the old background code, and I don't think they have that anymore because the only one I could find is this pastel pink one. Boo! So I had to redo all my font colors, and I don't like the combo as much as my old one. If anyone finds this same background but with hot pink instead of pastel pink, please let me know.
I did indeed return to work today and realized I have the same gut wrenching feeling sitting in my classroom that I had at the end of my one year in Lancaster. It might be restlessness. That does tend to be an unfortunate trait of my generation. We have short attention spans because of the instant gratification society we were raised in. I know I want to keep teaching, it may just be the school where I teach that is wearing on me. I'm still trying to figure all of that out. Either way, I owe my current district 3 more years since they were gracious enough to pay for most of my Master's degree. The next step then is to find a way to manage where I am for at least the next three years. I thought about all the vices I could take up like drinking and smoking but I value my liver and lungs too much. Then I thought that maybe I could start a small revolt with my students where they ever so subtly take down the system (some great movies have been made based on this idea), but then it occurred to me that some of my students might not need that much power in their hands.
In the end I decided on an alter ego. I could write her adventures based on all the things I wish I could do. One of my favorites so far is that she surreptitiously sets Cliffs Notes displays on fire in all the book stores in her area. That's all I have for now. She doesn't even have a name yet. I'll take suggestions.
I did indeed return to work today and realized I have the same gut wrenching feeling sitting in my classroom that I had at the end of my one year in Lancaster. It might be restlessness. That does tend to be an unfortunate trait of my generation. We have short attention spans because of the instant gratification society we were raised in. I know I want to keep teaching, it may just be the school where I teach that is wearing on me. I'm still trying to figure all of that out. Either way, I owe my current district 3 more years since they were gracious enough to pay for most of my Master's degree. The next step then is to find a way to manage where I am for at least the next three years. I thought about all the vices I could take up like drinking and smoking but I value my liver and lungs too much. Then I thought that maybe I could start a small revolt with my students where they ever so subtly take down the system (some great movies have been made based on this idea), but then it occurred to me that some of my students might not need that much power in their hands.
In the end I decided on an alter ego. I could write her adventures based on all the things I wish I could do. One of my favorites so far is that she surreptitiously sets Cliffs Notes displays on fire in all the book stores in her area. That's all I have for now. She doesn't even have a name yet. I'll take suggestions.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
My Book Challenge for 2010
After a lot of thought and reading other sites for perspective, I have decided to challenge myself. I love to read and if I set a goal, I know I will accomplish it. Most book challenges are 52 books, one a week. Well, I know that that is a bit ambitious even for me. So I have decided on 40 books for some wiggle room. If I finish these, I have some ready to go. My "theme" will be young adult novels since those are usually what my students are likely to pick up. I want to be able to make sound suggestions if they come to me with questions about what they should read.
I've alphabetized my list by author last name because I teach English; however, I do not plan to read them in any particular order.
13 Reasons Why Asher, Jay
Wonderful Wizard of Oz, The Baum, L. Frank
Tithe Black, Holly
Valiant Black, Holly
Ironside Black, Holly
Weetzie Bat Block, Francesca Lia
Forever Blume, Judy
Great and Terrible Beauty Bray, Libba
Rebel Angels Bray, Libba
Sweet Far Thing Bray, Libba
Ender's Game Card, Orson Scott
City of Bones Clare, Cassandra
City of Ashes Clare, Cassandra
City of Glass Clare, Cassandra
Hunger Games, The Collins, Suzanne
Chocolate War, The Cormier, Robert
Catherine Called Birdy Cushman, Karen
Maze Runner, The Dashner, James
Magic Under Glass Dolamore, Jaclyn
Once Upon a Marigold Ferris, Jean
Inkheart Funke, Cornelia
Inkspell Funke, Cornelia
Inkdeath Funke, Cornelia
Noah Confessions, The Hall, Barbara
Catalyst Halse Anderson, Laurie
Twisted Halse Anderson, Laurie
Juliet Club, The Harper, Susan
The Silver Kiss Klause, Annette Curtis
Gathering Blue Lowry, Lois
Messenger Lowry, Lois
Dairy Queen Murdock, Catherine
Little Prince, The Saint-Exupery, Antoine
Cather in the Rye Salinger, J. D.
Pretties Westerfeld, Scott
Specials Westerfeld, Scott
Extras Westerfeld, Scott
Dealing with Dragons Wrede, Patricia
Searching for Dragons Wrede, Patricia
Calling on Dragons Wrede, Patricia
Talking to Dragons Wrede, Patricia
I've alphabetized my list by author last name because I teach English; however, I do not plan to read them in any particular order.
13 Reasons Why Asher, Jay
Wonderful Wizard of Oz, The Baum, L. Frank
Tithe Black, Holly
Valiant Black, Holly
Ironside Black, Holly
Weetzie Bat Block, Francesca Lia
Forever Blume, Judy
Great and Terrible Beauty Bray, Libba
Rebel Angels Bray, Libba
Sweet Far Thing Bray, Libba
Ender's Game Card, Orson Scott
City of Bones Clare, Cassandra
City of Ashes Clare, Cassandra
City of Glass Clare, Cassandra
Hunger Games, The Collins, Suzanne
Chocolate War, The Cormier, Robert
Catherine Called Birdy Cushman, Karen
Maze Runner, The Dashner, James
Magic Under Glass Dolamore, Jaclyn
Once Upon a Marigold Ferris, Jean
Inkheart Funke, Cornelia
Inkspell Funke, Cornelia
Inkdeath Funke, Cornelia
Noah Confessions, The Hall, Barbara
Catalyst Halse Anderson, Laurie
Twisted Halse Anderson, Laurie
Juliet Club, The Harper, Susan
The Silver Kiss Klause, Annette Curtis
Gathering Blue Lowry, Lois
Messenger Lowry, Lois
Dairy Queen Murdock, Catherine
Little Prince, The Saint-Exupery, Antoine
Cather in the Rye Salinger, J. D.
Pretties Westerfeld, Scott
Specials Westerfeld, Scott
Extras Westerfeld, Scott
Dealing with Dragons Wrede, Patricia
Searching for Dragons Wrede, Patricia
Calling on Dragons Wrede, Patricia
Talking to Dragons Wrede, Patricia
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Good-Bye 2009
I refuse to allow my last post to be the last post of 2009. Even though the public education system in Texas might be quickly approaching self destruction does not mean good things are not going on in my life.
My sweet William is 8 months old and counting. We weren't sure how he would be after his grand, and dangerous, entrance into this world, but God is great and has helped my baby grow and be happy. Christmas was a blast as Will pulled tissue paper out of bags and chewed on wrapping paper. The toys he received were fine, but as with older children and cardboard boxes, Will much preferred the packaging.
For my husband, I got a Wii. It is amazing how happy a video game console can make a 40 year old man. My sister finally managed to get her hands on a Harry Potter game, so now Chris earnestly mixes potions, plays Quidditch, and duels other students from the comfort of his "wizarding chair."
One of my favorite gifts this year is a pair of TOMS Shoes. They are sparkly and white, and I like knowing that I have also provided a pair of shoes for someone in need. My sister received a pair of plain canvas ones and a bunch of fabric markers. The intention is that she will use her unmatched artistic skills to decorate her pair to match her personality.
As with every year, we spent tons of time with the extended family simply enjoying the food and company.
Recently I have also been introduced to a couple of cool sites for book lovers: Goodreads and Paperback Swap. The first is a great way to catalog books I've read or would like to read. The second is a fantastic way to exchange books you would like to get rid of for ones you want to read.
At Goodreads, I am a member of a couple of discussion groups. One in particular is for moms who love to read. They are posting up their reading challenges for 2010. I decided it was time that I also set goals for my reading. I love to do it but find I am sometimes at a loss deciding what to read. There are so many ways I could go about choosing books. One mom used the alphabet twice. She used it once for authors and once for book titles. This way she has chosen 52 books for her challenge. I'm not sure how confident I am in my reading skills to tackle a book a week, but I know I can probably read more than one book every two weeks (especially in the summer time when we're out of school). I landed on 40 young adult novels I will read next year. Tomorrow I will post my challenge!
For better or for worse 2009 is coming to a close. The highlight is of course the blessings of family and friends. Life is empty without those we love. May 2010 bring plenty of happiness and love your way!
My sweet William is 8 months old and counting. We weren't sure how he would be after his grand, and dangerous, entrance into this world, but God is great and has helped my baby grow and be happy. Christmas was a blast as Will pulled tissue paper out of bags and chewed on wrapping paper. The toys he received were fine, but as with older children and cardboard boxes, Will much preferred the packaging.
For my husband, I got a Wii. It is amazing how happy a video game console can make a 40 year old man. My sister finally managed to get her hands on a Harry Potter game, so now Chris earnestly mixes potions, plays Quidditch, and duels other students from the comfort of his "wizarding chair."
One of my favorite gifts this year is a pair of TOMS Shoes. They are sparkly and white, and I like knowing that I have also provided a pair of shoes for someone in need. My sister received a pair of plain canvas ones and a bunch of fabric markers. The intention is that she will use her unmatched artistic skills to decorate her pair to match her personality.
As with every year, we spent tons of time with the extended family simply enjoying the food and company.
Recently I have also been introduced to a couple of cool sites for book lovers: Goodreads and Paperback Swap. The first is a great way to catalog books I've read or would like to read. The second is a fantastic way to exchange books you would like to get rid of for ones you want to read.
At Goodreads, I am a member of a couple of discussion groups. One in particular is for moms who love to read. They are posting up their reading challenges for 2010. I decided it was time that I also set goals for my reading. I love to do it but find I am sometimes at a loss deciding what to read. There are so many ways I could go about choosing books. One mom used the alphabet twice. She used it once for authors and once for book titles. This way she has chosen 52 books for her challenge. I'm not sure how confident I am in my reading skills to tackle a book a week, but I know I can probably read more than one book every two weeks (especially in the summer time when we're out of school). I landed on 40 young adult novels I will read next year. Tomorrow I will post my challenge!
For better or for worse 2009 is coming to a close. The highlight is of course the blessings of family and friends. Life is empty without those we love. May 2010 bring plenty of happiness and love your way!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The one thing constant in life...
Once upon a time I truly believed that I could change lives. God gave me a gift, a love, a desire for teaching. I know that my vocation is to educate, to share knowledge and gain knowledge from those I teach. I just knew that as long as I achieved at the highest levels for my kids that I would indeed affect change. My students would not only learn the beauty of reading and writing they would also discover a part of themselves that would define forever the type of person they are meant to be. In my classroom we would explore, together, ideas and cultures that would reinforce the positive outcomes to making decisions with integrity. My students would understand that sometimes they might not like me because of a difficult assignment or strict guideline, but in the end they would come to realize that I do all that I do for their future. I must prepare them for an unforgiving and often harsh world. I must show them that they can be the bright spot in a gray situation.
I had to keep believing all of this or else the politics of the public education system would have destroyed me after my very first year. A system exists where people who have never stepped foot in a classroom, or are very far removed from the classroom experience, are making decisions regarding what is best for the students. Instead of raising expectations and lifting the students up to meet them, all standards are lowered and students are handed answers if they choose not to think on their own. No one trusts the educator anymore or her judgment on what her students are capable of. This same system allows parents to berate and batter the educator so that they cannot sue the school system when their precious darling does not get his or her way. This same system allows students to receive top marks with minimal effort for fear that a failing grade would damage a fragile ego.
All of this I could continue to let roll off my shoulders because my students would learn that they are better than the system and should not settle for those standards. My students would grow up and become the people that make the decisions, and they would remember what they learned and do their best to better the system for future generations. Eventually enough of my students would be making so many positive changes that someone would see that teachers really do know what is best for their kids and someone might just start listening to teachers.
This week for the first time in my teaching career all of the muck that I tried to keep out of my classroom was crammed down my throat without a care in the world for what I do. Of course I am hurt and will probably not be able to let this go easily. However, I know how my heart loves to spend time on that sleeve of mine. For perspective I went to the one person who is supposed to understand me as a person and why I do what I do. He would simply listen and help me sort my ideas so that any decisions I made regarding the path I just knew God was leading me down would be as sound as possible. What he made bluntly clear was that nothing I do will ever make a difference. It will not change anything about my school or my district let alone the state or nation. And he's right. I see that now.
Do I still want my students to succeed? Absolutely. Do I still love them with all my heart? Absolutely.
The realization for me is that: no longer will I be stupid enough to hope to mend such a broken system. I will simply "go in and do my job like everyone else" as it was put to me.
I had to keep believing all of this or else the politics of the public education system would have destroyed me after my very first year. A system exists where people who have never stepped foot in a classroom, or are very far removed from the classroom experience, are making decisions regarding what is best for the students. Instead of raising expectations and lifting the students up to meet them, all standards are lowered and students are handed answers if they choose not to think on their own. No one trusts the educator anymore or her judgment on what her students are capable of. This same system allows parents to berate and batter the educator so that they cannot sue the school system when their precious darling does not get his or her way. This same system allows students to receive top marks with minimal effort for fear that a failing grade would damage a fragile ego.
All of this I could continue to let roll off my shoulders because my students would learn that they are better than the system and should not settle for those standards. My students would grow up and become the people that make the decisions, and they would remember what they learned and do their best to better the system for future generations. Eventually enough of my students would be making so many positive changes that someone would see that teachers really do know what is best for their kids and someone might just start listening to teachers.
This week for the first time in my teaching career all of the muck that I tried to keep out of my classroom was crammed down my throat without a care in the world for what I do. Of course I am hurt and will probably not be able to let this go easily. However, I know how my heart loves to spend time on that sleeve of mine. For perspective I went to the one person who is supposed to understand me as a person and why I do what I do. He would simply listen and help me sort my ideas so that any decisions I made regarding the path I just knew God was leading me down would be as sound as possible. What he made bluntly clear was that nothing I do will ever make a difference. It will not change anything about my school or my district let alone the state or nation. And he's right. I see that now.
Do I still want my students to succeed? Absolutely. Do I still love them with all my heart? Absolutely.
The realization for me is that: no longer will I be stupid enough to hope to mend such a broken system. I will simply "go in and do my job like everyone else" as it was put to me.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Did I Miss Anything?
It is the end of the first semester and part of a teacher's responsibility, in our district, is to decide who is exempt from the semester exam. Students lose their exemption if they have been absent, tardy for an excessive amount of time, failing for the semester, or have been placed in an alternative school setting for behavioral issues. Now, there are some circumstances where a student might have what is known as an "excused" absence. This means that even though s/he did not attend school that day they are still eligible for exemption from the semester exam. Some examples are school sponsored field trips, college visit days, and doctor's appointments as long as you spend some time in class before or after the appointment.
Everything seems simple enough until students start complaining: "No one wants us here if we're sick, but we are punished if we don't come to school" or "I was bettering my future by looking at my post high school options. Why do I have to take a test?" or "It's not my fault the school scheduled the competition during the school day." Taking an exam is not a punishment. If you miss class, you miss lessons. Sometimes the best discussion is rather impromptu and cannot be duplicated in make-up work. When a student is out of the learning arena a gap is created that must be filled. Semester exams are meant to test those students that had gaps to ensure that they were properly fixed.
Honestly, I don't believe any absence should be excused. If parents, teachers, and students have problems with competitions and other co and extra curricular activities taking place during school hours, perhaps there needs to be some adjusting elsewhere. One of my favorite poems is "Did I Miss Anything?" by Tom Wayman. I think he sums up many of my feelings on the matter.
Everything seems simple enough until students start complaining: "No one wants us here if we're sick, but we are punished if we don't come to school" or "I was bettering my future by looking at my post high school options. Why do I have to take a test?" or "It's not my fault the school scheduled the competition during the school day." Taking an exam is not a punishment. If you miss class, you miss lessons. Sometimes the best discussion is rather impromptu and cannot be duplicated in make-up work. When a student is out of the learning arena a gap is created that must be filled. Semester exams are meant to test those students that had gaps to ensure that they were properly fixed.
Honestly, I don't believe any absence should be excused. If parents, teachers, and students have problems with competitions and other co and extra curricular activities taking place during school hours, perhaps there needs to be some adjusting elsewhere. One of my favorite poems is "Did I Miss Anything?" by Tom Wayman. I think he sums up many of my feelings on the matter.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wild Things, You Make My Heart Sing
To celebrate my 29th birthday yesterday, my husband and I experienced Spike Jonez's beautiful interpretation of Where the Wild Things Are. Of course this has been a long awaited event since in the early days of the usual summer box office bonanza when we caught our first glimpse in a preview. From that point on tears coated our eyes every time a promotion for the film aired on television.
When a movie of this magnitude is released, I try to avoid any type of reviews because I do not want anything to mar my own opinion of the film. Unfortunately, I was forced to make an exception in this case because I accidentally caught a couple of seconds worth of opinion on NPR in my husband's car (not a station I choose to listen to personally because it bores me). The review was negative, so I balanced it out by reading the linked article in this blog. I am very glad that I did.
The movie is a leap into the psyche of a child, but then again so is the book. The problem is that many people never think beyond Max's brief stint with the Wild Things and their notorious "rumpus" before longing to be back home with a warm supper. However, on a subconscious level what we are being told as children is that releasing our Wild Things every now and then is okay if we learn how to tame them (even if it is only temporary). As an adult I find myself occasionally wanting to cause "mischief of one kind or another" when I am frustrated or hurt or angry. But because I had Max as a child, I learned that there are healthy ways to "rumpus" without causing serious destruction.
Jonez takes all of this about the book and forays it to the screen flawlessly. The cinematography is stunning, and the choice to make the Wild Things "real" is the right one. Regardless of the slightly terrifying aspects of the Wild Things I still could not help but fall in love with them. My own cynicism and devious self doubt that often dances around when I want to try something new will now be crowned my "Judith moments."
Would I recommend this movie to my friends and family? Only if they understand a few things: 1. I do not believe this to be a children's movie. It may have been packaged that way, but many younger children may become bored with the pacing of the film 2. Expect to see an "artsy" film. This is cinematic art. Whatever notions a person might have before need to be set aside if they do not include going to see an artistic movie 3. A person will either be in love with the movie or hate it completely. I do not believe there will be much gray area where a person would think it is an alright movie. (Actually, I've been joking that the only people who don't like the film do not have either the intellect or inclination to want to experience the deeper levels. But really, that is partly true.)
Definitely read the linked article before seeing the film. Although the idea that we are looking into Max's psyche is pretty obvious, Mary Pols does a wonderful job of describing what to expect when walking into the theater.
<i>Where the Wild Things Are</i>: Sendak with Sensitivity
When a movie of this magnitude is released, I try to avoid any type of reviews because I do not want anything to mar my own opinion of the film. Unfortunately, I was forced to make an exception in this case because I accidentally caught a couple of seconds worth of opinion on NPR in my husband's car (not a station I choose to listen to personally because it bores me). The review was negative, so I balanced it out by reading the linked article in this blog. I am very glad that I did.
The movie is a leap into the psyche of a child, but then again so is the book. The problem is that many people never think beyond Max's brief stint with the Wild Things and their notorious "rumpus" before longing to be back home with a warm supper. However, on a subconscious level what we are being told as children is that releasing our Wild Things every now and then is okay if we learn how to tame them (even if it is only temporary). As an adult I find myself occasionally wanting to cause "mischief of one kind or another" when I am frustrated or hurt or angry. But because I had Max as a child, I learned that there are healthy ways to "rumpus" without causing serious destruction.
Jonez takes all of this about the book and forays it to the screen flawlessly. The cinematography is stunning, and the choice to make the Wild Things "real" is the right one. Regardless of the slightly terrifying aspects of the Wild Things I still could not help but fall in love with them. My own cynicism and devious self doubt that often dances around when I want to try something new will now be crowned my "Judith moments."
Would I recommend this movie to my friends and family? Only if they understand a few things: 1. I do not believe this to be a children's movie. It may have been packaged that way, but many younger children may become bored with the pacing of the film 2. Expect to see an "artsy" film. This is cinematic art. Whatever notions a person might have before need to be set aside if they do not include going to see an artistic movie 3. A person will either be in love with the movie or hate it completely. I do not believe there will be much gray area where a person would think it is an alright movie. (Actually, I've been joking that the only people who don't like the film do not have either the intellect or inclination to want to experience the deeper levels. But really, that is partly true.)
Definitely read the linked article before seeing the film. Although the idea that we are looking into Max's psyche is pretty obvious, Mary Pols does a wonderful job of describing what to expect when walking into the theater.
<i>Where the Wild Things Are</i>: Sendak with Sensitivity
Monday, September 21, 2009
Fall Television Line-up
With summer over many children drag themselves back to school and begin the countdown again to summer. However, with the coming of fall comes also new seasons of favorite series. The two most anticipated by me are The Big Bang Theory and House. Long have I awaited the further adventures of the socially retarded but always entertaining Sheldon and the lovably aloof but always fascinating House. My DVR is set and I am ready to watch.
Now, the topic of new shows this season that interest me and why I will or will not watch them. Let's look at the show that has potential: Flash Forward. Who wouldn't be interested in a show that predicts the future through a mental blackout experienced by everyone in the world? I can think of two reasons why I will not be tuning in: Lost and Heroes. Both of those shows had excellent set-ups and the first few seasons had me chomping at the bit for more. It just is not possible to sustain that level of interest. Lost turned out to be incredibly boring when plot lines were dragged out and questions went unanswered. No suspense was kept up, so I quit caring about the adventures of a bunch of deserted losers. The fault in Heroes lies in that the world can only be in peril once in a while. How many times am I supposed to worry about Earth's fate? Besides, the minute Heroes turned into X2, I quit because Hugh Jackman does it so much better.
Two shows I plan on creating permanent places for in my DVR: Glee and Modern Family. From the first minute of Glee I was hooked. The idea behind the show and the incorporation of music make for an entertaining hour of television. Modern Family does not start until this Wednesday, but I have a feeling it will quickly become a favorite. Unfortunately, neither show will have staying power. Why do I say this? Pushing Daisies, Arrested Development, Firefly. These too were unique ideas with sophisticated dialog and comedy. A majority of television watching America is too thick or deficit in attention for shows like this. I will do my best to enjoy Glee and Modern Family until the dreaded word of their cancellations reach my saddened ears.
Now, the topic of new shows this season that interest me and why I will or will not watch them. Let's look at the show that has potential: Flash Forward. Who wouldn't be interested in a show that predicts the future through a mental blackout experienced by everyone in the world? I can think of two reasons why I will not be tuning in: Lost and Heroes. Both of those shows had excellent set-ups and the first few seasons had me chomping at the bit for more. It just is not possible to sustain that level of interest. Lost turned out to be incredibly boring when plot lines were dragged out and questions went unanswered. No suspense was kept up, so I quit caring about the adventures of a bunch of deserted losers. The fault in Heroes lies in that the world can only be in peril once in a while. How many times am I supposed to worry about Earth's fate? Besides, the minute Heroes turned into X2, I quit because Hugh Jackman does it so much better.
Two shows I plan on creating permanent places for in my DVR: Glee and Modern Family. From the first minute of Glee I was hooked. The idea behind the show and the incorporation of music make for an entertaining hour of television. Modern Family does not start until this Wednesday, but I have a feeling it will quickly become a favorite. Unfortunately, neither show will have staying power. Why do I say this? Pushing Daisies, Arrested Development, Firefly. These too were unique ideas with sophisticated dialog and comedy. A majority of television watching America is too thick or deficit in attention for shows like this. I will do my best to enjoy Glee and Modern Family until the dreaded word of their cancellations reach my saddened ears.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Psych Strikes Back...again
I absolutely love Psych. As I've mentioned in a previous entry, I refuse to support the rip off show The Mentalist because it shows how stupid people are to avidly watch a show that is a pathetic "carbon copy" of a superb original! Please enjoy the following:
Monday, August 17, 2009
Summer 2009 In Review Part IV: Being a Mommy
Well, my summer has officially come to an end. Tomorrow at 8 A.M. I am back at work for the new school year. Usually this day is welcomed with open arms because I have worked all summer planning for a fantastic new year. However, this year brings some mixed feelings. I love what I do and the kids I teach, but this year I must leave my four month old baby at daycare so I can continue to make a living. Does this mean I would prefer to be a stay at home mom? Sometimes. Things I am going to miss:
1. Sitting in bed feeding Will while watch The Golden Girls
2. Napping on the couch with Will curled up on my chest dozing
3. Meeting Chris for lunch with Will
I have discovered that being a mommy is as cool as I thought it would be. I cannot imagine my life without my precious baby boy. Even though I want more children, it is hard to believe I could love anything more than I love Will. Watching him grow is going to be a great adventure. Thank God that my job is actually quite conducive to raising a child. I will be able to always share in Christmas and Summer Vacations with him. My work day is done at 4 P.M., so I won't be rushing around when I get home to get dinner ready and Will bathed. There will actually be time to play:)!
So summer has been fantastic and with that I wish all students and teachers successful school years!
1. Sitting in bed feeding Will while watch The Golden Girls
2. Napping on the couch with Will curled up on my chest dozing
3. Meeting Chris for lunch with Will
I have discovered that being a mommy is as cool as I thought it would be. I cannot imagine my life without my precious baby boy. Even though I want more children, it is hard to believe I could love anything more than I love Will. Watching him grow is going to be a great adventure. Thank God that my job is actually quite conducive to raising a child. I will be able to always share in Christmas and Summer Vacations with him. My work day is done at 4 P.M., so I won't be rushing around when I get home to get dinner ready and Will bathed. There will actually be time to play:)!
So summer has been fantastic and with that I wish all students and teachers successful school years!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Summer 2009 In Review Part III: Shopping
It turns out that I have this not so great habit of shopping when I start to get really bored. Now that summer is coming to an end, I am anxiously awaiting returning to work. Not that I wouldn't love to stay home with my baby, but my house is clean and everyone else I know or could visit works. Since I have nothing better to do, I have been shopping every day for the past couple of weeks. My husband repeatedly mumbles that it is time for me to go back to work:).
Actually, I enjoy shopping during the day. The crowds are small and salespeople are more attentive and friendlier than when they are dealing with tons of people. I have also been watching more than a fair amount of What Not to Wear, so I am trying to hone my skills at finding clothes that are age appropriate and flatter my figure. Things I've learned: 1. fit to the largest part of the body and tailor everything else down 2. accentuate the narrowest part of my torso so I look more hour-glassy 3. long skirts will make me look shorter because I am already short, so I've had a few skirts shortened up to my knees. If only someone would hand me a credit card with $5000 on it...
Shopping has also turned out to be very therapeutic when I start stressing about the upcoming school year or am overwhelmed with my little one. I figure most shrinks make a couple hundred dollars an hour and my shopping comes to a hundred or so dollars over a few hours, so I am actually saving a lot of money on therapy!
Next on the blog docket: being a mom.
Actually, I enjoy shopping during the day. The crowds are small and salespeople are more attentive and friendlier than when they are dealing with tons of people. I have also been watching more than a fair amount of What Not to Wear, so I am trying to hone my skills at finding clothes that are age appropriate and flatter my figure. Things I've learned: 1. fit to the largest part of the body and tailor everything else down 2. accentuate the narrowest part of my torso so I look more hour-glassy 3. long skirts will make me look shorter because I am already short, so I've had a few skirts shortened up to my knees. If only someone would hand me a credit card with $5000 on it...
Shopping has also turned out to be very therapeutic when I start stressing about the upcoming school year or am overwhelmed with my little one. I figure most shrinks make a couple hundred dollars an hour and my shopping comes to a hundred or so dollars over a few hours, so I am actually saving a lot of money on therapy!
Next on the blog docket: being a mom.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Summer 2009 In Review Part II: Daytime Television
It has become clear to me that I do not look forward to entering retirement age. Some people would think that is quite an obvious statement for someone in her late 20's. However, my reasoning may surprise a few people. It is not that I am afraid of getting old or do not look forward to a nice, long career as an educator and retirement at the end of that career. The truth is that there is nothing good on television during the day.
Of course all programming is formatted to the older crowd. Despite the occasional OxyClean commercial for the stay at home mom, it is obvious that daytime television is meant for the senior bunch. I wish I had a nickel for every ED remedy pitched my way and for every time Alex Trebeck sold me life insurance that would accept me regardless of my current health condition.
Fortunately, both The Hallmark Channel and WE TV have been showing The Golden Girls practically non-stop. They are the first things I watch in the morning and then again in the early afternoon and then again before bedtime. (Unfortunately, they show the same episodes at the three separate times of the day.) Stations need to show more movies during the day. Not that I didn't love Home Improvement in its hay day, but two or three episodes in a row of shows like Sister, Sister or Full House or NCIS or MASH, etc. becomes very monotonous.
I suppose I should read more because I do enjoy good books. It just seems that the minute I really start to get into the story I doze off or my baby needs me. The television is divided into nice little 30 minute or hour intervals, so my attention can be held between baby feedings.
Stay tuned for Part III: Shopping...
Of course all programming is formatted to the older crowd. Despite the occasional OxyClean commercial for the stay at home mom, it is obvious that daytime television is meant for the senior bunch. I wish I had a nickel for every ED remedy pitched my way and for every time Alex Trebeck sold me life insurance that would accept me regardless of my current health condition.
Fortunately, both The Hallmark Channel and WE TV have been showing The Golden Girls practically non-stop. They are the first things I watch in the morning and then again in the early afternoon and then again before bedtime. (Unfortunately, they show the same episodes at the three separate times of the day.) Stations need to show more movies during the day. Not that I didn't love Home Improvement in its hay day, but two or three episodes in a row of shows like Sister, Sister or Full House or NCIS or MASH, etc. becomes very monotonous.
I suppose I should read more because I do enjoy good books. It just seems that the minute I really start to get into the story I doze off or my baby needs me. The television is divided into nice little 30 minute or hour intervals, so my attention can be held between baby feedings.
Stay tuned for Part III: Shopping...
