You probably know by now about the huuuuge stink Dana Goldstein caused by blogging that liberals ought send their children to public school. She's been (I think rightfully) smacked down by her fellow liberals in just about every corner of the internet I've come across.
It's really strange, though. Not that I believe for one minute that Dana Goldstein or anybody else should be telling people where they need to send their children to school. But it's very strange that people who work in public education aren't backing her up. I don't mean "teachers as an entire group" or "the NEA" or anything like that. I mean the usual bunch of yokel edubloggers who are always out criticising homeschooling, or rolling their eyes at some "homophobe" who doesn't want their kid taking sex ed, or some parent who wants Creation reflected in the curriculum. Seems like they abandoned one of their own and just left her to twist in the wind.
"I'm an American and I refuse to be treated this way" sorts of reactions are as uncommon here as they are unwelcomed.
We're talking about a really bad neighbourhood of Kansas City, Missouri. Too many of its local employees are skipping work. What'll happen is, usually the worker will bring his briefcase and his mocha latte with him when he leaves the front door in the morning.
Then he sneaks off and goes to hang out with friends.
The economy is really suffering already. Production being down because of absenteeism sure isn't helping, so employers in this area have teamed up with the Kansas City Police Department to do something about it. The patrol cars are on the move...
Look. Here are three guys on the corner yukking it up, discussing sports teams and the warm weather. Into the back of the paddywagon they go. The cops bring them to a central holding station and call their families to come and get them.
*Just a forwarded joke but thought you might enjoy it. Obviously I wayyy too young to have been in school in the 1960's. :)
1. Teaching Math In 1960's (when I was in school)
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price. What is his profit ?
2. Teaching Math In 1970's
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?
3. Teaching Math In 1980's A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80. Did he make a profit ? Yes or No
4. Teaching Math In 1990's
A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.
5. Teaching Math In 2000's
A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of …
I thought I'd share with you this little dandy a friend posted on facebook. It's about how to unschool, but I think it really does speak to parenting in general as well. Do you like it? I just found it sweet and comforting.
In my internet travels today I spent some time finding out about lamingtons. Looks more like poundcake with Hershey syrup, coconut sprinkled on top. Which would be really great were it not for the fact that I hate coconut.
Ok, here's a link about unschooling. It involves some chick's ex-coworker friend's sister's son, so you know right there it's a really totally like absolutely scientific post right there. :/
She's four now. For her birthday, I'd looked in all kinds of stores and even on amazon for something she would like but doesn't already have. And honestly. She doesn't need another puzzle or another book or another toy. So I just began making her room a "big girl" room. I thought it would be fun to doodle and paint a tree. Not too babyish, but still whimsical, I think. Because I can't lift over 40 pounds any more, I did have others remove the old area rug from this room and I got a much smaller new one. Plain brown. I didn't want bunches of other patterns to compete with my creation, though I did buy Rose a tall decorative horse at Pier1 (my new favourite place to shop for stuff I don't need). G moved the furniture around to my liking and I've brought some books up and gotten her a silky window treatment. I'm including the heart-tree photo today because it's Valentine's Day. Ok, I'm not. I just was finally able t…
"It is clear to our group of modern neurodevelopmentalists that these are in fact
stories of Seriously Troubled Individuals, many of whom meet DSM-IVcriteria for significant disorders."
You know these folks at the Canadian Medical Association had a lot of fun diagnosing story-book characters from the past, as demonstrated by their abstract. I can't imagine what the full paper was like; somebody had a lot of time on his hands while he was keeping the real patients waiting eight months for an initial eval. (Just sayin'.)
Pooh-bear isn't just a cuddly and absent-minded little bear who goes bumbling about the woods in the imagination of AA Milne. Oh, no. His "perseveration on food and his repetitive counting behaviours raise the
diagnostic possibility of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)." He has ADHD fer sure and needs drugs right now. Now.
Tigger? Reckless, socially intrusive, out of control. The team has NO idea where to start with this boy, h…
Is it wrong to push your product to try to make a sale? What if it's your local school district, pushing public education?
I don't think realtors or car salespeople are all crooked. Most of them would really like for you to be happy with your purchase, want do their job well, and go home with some cash at the end of the week. Reasonably satisfied customers might mean referrals down the road.
But their primary goal on the job is probably not your happiness. It's the commission, which may or may not be tied to your happiness...
"What's it going to take for a sale?" is sometimes a fair question.
"I want an acre of land in Town X with a three-bedroom or larger house for under $450,000," might be the reply. The realtor is going to scramble and find a listing or three that meets your needs or *bing* realize that right now, a sale isn't possible. Nothing wrong with that. Find out what the customer wants and then try to sell it.
Kids are exposed to wayyy too many "sexy" images, airbrushed photographs, and Bratz dolls. It's not good enough if parents to ban this stuff in their homes. In fact, nothing parents do is gonna be good enough.
A columnist informs us that a couple of nine-year-olds were showing off their hot bootays in tight clothes and makeup at the local mall recently near Washington DC. It follows that as a nation, we all need to be really concerned for every young girl. The schools should teach these kids better because their parents obviously aren't gonna. Somehow it's our business as a society that hot young things get something called "corrective education," starting in kindergarten.
Is it just me, or does "corrective education" sound spank-y and jumped-up sick? Am I the only one who gets creeped out that people like to talk about sex with children who aren't theirs, and/or are "concerned" about the healthy sexual development of childre…
So a 17-year-old has to be hospitalized for apparent exhaustion and malnutrition after consuming a diet almost entirely consisting of Chicken McNuggets since age 2. I think there simply has to be more to the story.
You might think that the mom in this case has boodles of money to spend on the nuggets and you might be wrong. I do know of parents of autistic children who DO NOT have tons of money to burn who have to order from restaurant x every night or the child WILL NOT EAT. I mean will not eat for days. Average parents might assume that by not going back to the restaurant, the kid will get over it and everything will be ok.
Not so in some cases! I have a very good friend and excellent, excellent parent whose child eats ONLY peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. They are working very, very hard with therapists to get her to so much as TOUCH other food. You do not know what other families go through sometimes if you think that's weird. It's unfortunately not very weir…