I have been suffering from severe writer’s block as of late. I have nothing to say. But a trip to first grade on yesterday seems worthy of at least a few words. Breezy attends a charter school where they have no cafeteria. Guests wait in the lobby until they are accompanied by their host to the classroom to eat. Breezy herself came to walk me … Continue reading A few minutes in first grade
I just read an article on the net about a woman who had twins at 60. No, she wasn’t a surrogate for someone else. She had twins for herself at the age of 60. She had two children that were in their 30’s, another child that she’d had at the age of 53, and then twins at 60. When she wrote the article her twins … Continue reading Twins at 60
It seems to me that it’s always Christmas or the 4th of July. And so it is, another 4th of July. When the 4th gets here it’s an indication that the summer is half way over (in between Memorial Day and Labor Day). My head spins at how fast the summer comes and goes each year. I have mixed emotions about the 4th of July … Continue reading Another 4th of July
About a month ago I awoke next to Breezy; she was still fast asleep. I stared at her for a very long time. She is a beauty. I thanked God, prayed for her health and safety, and then wondered how I could be so lucky to be this child’s Gigi. Many of you regular readers know that Breezy and I share no blood, no DNA. … Continue reading On loving a child
When I was a kid I had a recurring fantasy of wanting to live in the department store Montgomery Ward. I thought it would be ideal. Hanging out in the furniture department watching the big color TV’s would be great. There would be all different living rooms and comfy couches and chairs from which to choose. I liked the kitchens with the refrigerators with double panel … Continue reading Finding value at Montgomery Ward
“I don’t remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don’t even know exist until you love a child.” ― Anne Lamott, Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son’s First Year Breezy changed schools just after Christmastime; she’s in a public charter school. She seems to be learning a lot. She engages her Papa and me in lots of conversation … Continue reading Other crunchies
I am jittery. I know why. I am going back to work tomorrow after a five-day Thanksgiving holiday and I am less organized than I was on Wednesday. I usually have my Christmas tree up by now and all the gifts wrapped in color-coded fashion for my two granddaughters, tucked with care under the tree. This year there is none of that. I have not wrapped one gift. … Continue reading A Charlie Brown Christmas Tree
I knew I’d messed up as soon as I arrived. “No pick ups without orange sign on visor.” Well, no one told me I had to have an orange sign on my visor. I also didn’t have a soccer ball magnet on my door, a bumper sticker that says “I ‘heart‘ my family” or a family of stick figure people, dogs, and cats on the … Continue reading The Car Rider and the Successful Pick-up
I had been out of town for a week. On my way back in town from the airport I met my family at a restaurant for dinner. It was Friday night and 5-year-old Breezy was coming home with us for the weekend. We’d had a cookout the previous weekend and I remembered there were still four “Nimanim” ice cream cones (waffle cones with vanilla ice … Continue reading Out of the mouths of babes
I loved school. I went to school for 21 years. I loved every year except one. I hated first grade!
Now back in the day, the day being the mid-60’s, we didn’t have pre-K. And some kids went to Kindergarten and some didn’t. Most of us had ‘stay at home moms’ so we just showed up for school when we were six and ready for first grade.
I hated first grade almost immediately. I didn’t like my teacher. Her name was Miss McDonald. She wasn’t a warm person. She was tall and thin. She was young. She wore pencil skirts, tailored shirts, and flat shoes.
School gave me stomach aches. For-real stomach aches. I remember my stomach aches used to frustrate my mother. One day I said I had another stomach ache. She pulled my shoes off, revealing my stirrup pants circling my feet. I remember that so vividly; I stared down at my feet. She gently tossed me back in the bed. It was kind of like, ‘what am I gonna do with this kid?’ I was a little bit ashamed, but more relieved. I pulled the pink & white chenille Cinderella bedspread over my head. I was just glad I wasn’t going to school.
Fortunately for me I loved school starting in second grade and never looked back. I just kept on going to school and college forever. 50 years after I started first grade I still lay my little school clothes out every night and get up and go to college every day. I don’t know why I got off the rails so quickly, but I’m glad that I got back on track just as quickly.
Every day I see students who got off the rails somewhere whether it was early on in elementary, or in middle school, or high school. Or maybe it wasn’t until they went away to college and flunked out. Maybe when they were little they hated their teacher. Maybe they had for-real stomach aches. Perhaps they couldn’t see well or hear well or read well, but no one knew it. It might be they didn’t have any books at home, or maybe they were hungry. Maybe they were caring for their younger brothers and sisters while their parents worked and it kept them from getting their homework done.
Perhaps they were being sexually abused by their cousin or step-dad or neighbor. Maybe in high school they got on drugs or got pregnant or got bullied because they were obese. There are so many ways to get off the rails and to not do well in school. There are so many things that prompt students to drop out.
I’m not trying to make excuses for everyone in the world who ever did badly in school. I’m just sayin’ that sometimes people get off the rails and there’s no one there to help them.
My parents weren’t highly educated folks. My mom has a high school diploma and my dad had a bachelor’s degree that he got when he was 38. When I was in first grade he was in “night school.” My brother and sister were a bit older and had already made it through the early years of school. Maybe my parents were shocked that along came this kid that hated first grade. But they quickly took action to make sure I got engaged. Remember John’s party? Maybe that’s why my mother insisted that I go.
My mom got on a school bus with me and a bunch of kids from my school, I don’t remember which grade, and went to the symphony to hear Peter & the Wolf. My dad got involved in the PTA. He came to eat lunch with me every now and then. They never missed an open house in my classroom. We went to Fall Festivals and participated in Cake Walks. We went to the downtown library often to check out books. I never gave it a second thought then, but now I wonder if all those things were to assure their little one got engaged in school.
I’ve spent my entire career trying to re-engage adult students in school or to teach others how to re-engage adult students in school. And really the very best way for students not to get off the track in the first place is to have parents who care and who try and who are engaged in their children’s education. Some kids are not so fortunate. And that’s why there are politicians who say, “it takes a village.” I can’t believe I just wrote that, but I did. I guess I’m just saying that where you can, and in what ways you are able, get involved in a child’s life or a teenager’s life or a young adult’s life or a not-so-young person’s life and encourage them to engage in education. The pay-off for society is phenomenal.
Nine tenths of education is encouragement.– Anatole France