Archive for February, 2010

Two cents – Inskip

// February 23rd, 2010 // 1 Comment » // local, school

It has taken me forever to feel it is appropriate to comment on the shooting at Inskip. I just couldn’t comment until the victims were stable and the school was moving forward in their healing process. The screaming about the size of the staff in the AJ building, metal detectors in every doorway or not hiring anyone with a history of mental illness was tempting to address, but in the beginning, all focus needed to be on the victims. The no explanation version of my opinion is that while everyone did what they were legally required to do, it is now time to do better. How can we do better?

Let’s start with our responsibility to report anyone we think is a serious danger to others. Alerting authorities with concerns is all that we have to do. If we do it anonymously, huge amounts of time are wasted trying to verify the validity of the complaints. Disgruntled students and parents have been known to make groundless complaints about teachers. While all concerns have to be taken seriously, they also have to be properly investigated so that teachers are not wrongfully accused. When a person in our neighborhood robbed a bank, we called the FBI. The criminal was armed and dangerous and knew exactly who we were, but the risk of that person committing another crime was great enough to warrant our publicly identifying him. We need to be helpful and not a hindrance to an investigation.

Let’s talk about teacher education programs. I write these words as someone who graduated college before the full year of internship that would have completed my education degree. I was extremely pregnant and knew I needed to spend that year focused on my new baby. I personally knew a dozen people who graduated with teaching degrees. Less than three years later, TWO of those people were still teaching. I believe that those college professors knew some of those students were not going to be teachers. Education programs that knowingly allow students to spend years studying in education when they would be better served in an MBA program are doing students a disservice. Education programs that can’t say a reasonable percentage of their graduates continue to get their Master’s degree within a certain number of years instead of losing their graduates to other careers are doing future employers a disservice. Education programs that fail to encourage medical help for students who clearly have mental health problems are doing children a disservice. Teacher education programs need to watch for signs of predatory teachers who will date their students (yes, that IS a euphemism), bully children and threaten peers. Mandatory counseling sessions may just need to be a requirement in teacher education programs.

Any laws that restrict checking of references or prevent references from being completely honest with concerns need to be reconsidered. There must be a better way to protect the innocently accused while also protecting our most vulnerable populations.

School systems need to think about their part in tragedies like this. Are we taking good care of the teachers who are responsible for classrooms full of children all day? Do we ask them to do the impossible and provide inadequate support services? Is it really a good idea to inform someone they won’t have a job next year while they are still on the job? Are school administrators given the power to terminate contracts mid-year when they know things are going poorly? Do we encourage teachers to take care of their physical and mental health or make it difficult for them to do so?

Ultimately, responsibility falls completely upon the person who made the horrible decision to hurt others. Blaming anyone else will not change that which has already happened. If we fail to learn and grow from this, then it becomes our failure.

praw-leans, pra-lynes

// February 22nd, 2010 // 3 Comments » // Doug, food

The grandparents brought a box of pitch perfect pralines back from their trip to New Orleans. It took less than five minutes to recognize that Doug has a devotion to pralines that I reserve for dark chocolate.

Doug: “I can’t decide if I want to eat a praline or a bowl of ice cream.”
Me: “Fix a bowl of ice cream and stick a praline on top.”
Doug’s head spun completely around and laser beams shot out of his eyes. Let’s call it Sci-Fi Linda Blair.

I poked at the hornet’s nest with a stick. “Are there chocolate coated pralines?” “I wonder what a bacon wrapped praline would taste like.” “Do carnivals have deep fried pralines?” Want to watch Doug twitch like Sheldon Cooper? Suggest a new recipe for pralines. Then, stand back.

No Aspie label?

// February 21st, 2010 // No Comments » // aspergers

I understand some of the logic behind the elimination of an Asperger’s diagnosis. Autism is a spectrum disorder and the symptoms and severity don’t just vary from person to person. It varies over the course of a lifetime. Therapies, medications and techniques to help people on the spectrum are equally diverse and effective. A diagnosis of Autism Spectrum instead of one of several choices seems like a logical choice if you need to simplify insurance, records and explanations. This is a good choice for everyone who doesn’t want to understand the Autism Spectrum.

I always say that Tommy has Autism when I first meet someone. If they are genuinely interested in hearing more, I explain Asperger’s. If I meet someone who is in the special needs community, I start out saying Asperger’s. People in the special needs community are usually more interested in information and experiences than people who aren’t directly affected by someone who is labeled with a diagnosis or three. We know that a label doesn’t define a person and need a lot more information.

Asperger’s is more descriptive than Autism. It’s like the difference between saying dog and saying Corgi. (I’m not calling people dogs. Don’t get your undies in a twist.) If you are a Doctor or a parent, wouldn’t you want the best description available to help you narrow your focus on how to help your child? The “no diagnostic tool to differentiate between Autism and Asperger’s” seems like a problem that could be overcome. The difference is observable and should be measurable by quality and quantity of interactions versus disengagement from environment. As soon as the only diagnosis is Autism Spectrum, we return to having to constantly explain our children because they don’t fit someone’s preconceived notion of Autism.

Parents don’t prefer the diagnosis of Asperger’s because it sounds less permanent than Autism. We embrace the Autism Spectrum. We just like accuracy. Autism is accurate. Asperger’s is MORE accurate.

Friday afternoon

// February 19th, 2010 // No Comments » // flickr, preschoolers

sword fighting

Friday morning

// February 19th, 2010 // 2 Comments » // flickr

Amy's curtsy

Just one LOST thought

// February 17th, 2010 // 4 Comments » // television

Jacob and unLocke are the ones who are LOST.

signed, Captain Obvious

// February 17th, 2010 // 1 Comment » // politics, television

Dear <- insert name of politician here ->,

Do not go on <- insert name of entertainment program here ->. The publicity you get will not help you. There really is such a thing as bad publicity. The show’s host will mercilessly mock you and everyone watching will laugh. I will laugh at you, instead of with you. Carefully edited clips will saturate the web as your name becomes synonymous with clowns or worse. That is not going to help your career.

Every time that I laugh at your appearance on that show, I also feel a pain in my stomach. A pain of disappointment. I don’t want to dismiss you as a politician. I want to believe that no matter what letter is after your name, you take your work seriously. I want to believe that even when I disagree with your political decisions, you are acting with the best interests of all your constituents in mind. I want, no, I need to respect you as a politician and a person.

Have too much dignity and self respect to subject yourself to interviews by comedians. Every minute spent fixing your makeup and bantering for the live audience’s giggles is time that should have been spent working to make a difference. Please do not appear on <- insert name of entertainment program here -> while the working poor are paying your salary. Get back to work on the job you were elected to do.

LOST thoughts (part MDCXLVIII)

// February 16th, 2010 // No Comments » // television

I need to scribble my current LOST thoughts so that I can see how far, far off I am after tonight’s show. They center around an idea that Barry suggested. What if, chosen souls don’t die when their bodies die on Lost Island/ancient floating Tardis. Those souls/ghosts are the whispers that are infrequently heard on the island. They are capable of claiming the bodies of the deceased who, I guess, don’t rank high enough to have their souls become immortal. When Ben’s others burned their dead, it was to prevent the bodies from being claimed. When Jacob was murdered without any struggle, it was with the knowledge that he was only losing a body. The man in black lost his body quite some time ago and has been borrowing bodies the duration of the series. This could make the “help me” figure in the ash cabin, Locke’s soul. It would also explain why Claire is the new CFL. What is the title was not about the plane crash survivors being LOST, but the souls who have LOST their bodies?

The problems with this theory are that the souls don’t seem to be loyal to Jacob. Does Jacob bring people to the island because he wants their bodies while unLocke/MIB claims their souls? Wouldn’t immortal souls win over frail bodies every time? Is Crazy Australian Claire’s body inhabited by the one soul who isn’t loyal to anyone? Why did it seem like Ben could control Smokey when Smokey is clearly not following anyone’s orders? Is there more than one Smokey? The first episode, the crash survivors stood on the beach and looked left, right, left as they tracked Smokey’s movements. Were they watching two? Is the controllable one a collective of all the wandering souls on the island? Is the parallel reality something that was created by the explosion or is it just to bug everyone who wants all the action and answers to be ON the island? When unLocke/MIB says he wants to go home, does he mean a place or a time, because I’m voting for the latter.

How can I even claim to have a working theory when all I really have are questions to disprove my own theories?

imaginary swag bags

// February 15th, 2010 // No Comments » // play

Did you see pictures of the Macworld swag? Spiffy. Because I’m a goof, I compiled the imaginary swag bag I would want from a tech conference.
Lens cleaning cloth
Canned air
Rechargeable AA batteries
Earbuds
Jawbone
Small logo stickers from exhibitors/speakers
iTunes credit
iPhone case
Stand for phone
Teeny bags for stuff like earbuds, batteries and adaptors
Chocolate
Reusable coffee cup band to use instead of the cardboard the store uses.
A sack to hold everything that can reused for groceries.

What’s in YOUR fantasy swag bag?

you’re my favorite

// February 13th, 2010 // 3 Comments » // kid quotes, parenting

We spent last weekend house sitting for a friend’s beautiful waterfront home. A weekend away from home, cute animals and deer in the front yard made it feel like a vacation. It was probably less fun for my family who had to endure the annoying whining about my knee, but they’re smart enough to ignore my bad behavior.

Evan made sure to touch every single stick in the yard surrounding the house. He climbed up and down the staircases endlessly. He fearlessly scaled the cliff that dropped off into the deep, cold water while Johnny Bartlett squeezed my heart. When Evan saw a boat in the water, he howled in terror. “Noooo!” Getting near a boat? Scary. Dancing on the side of a mountain? Fun. Evan is my favorite.

Amy wandered the house and grounds like they were a museum, ooohing and ahhhing at all the wonders. “Mom! Come look at this!” I followed her voice until I found her staring at the contents of a small table. “Isn’t this the coolest thing EVER? Why can’t we have one of these things?” I looked closer at the object of her desire. “This part is springy. What do you think it does?” “Amy, that’s a telephone.” “Wow! This is the coolest phone I’ve ever seen. When will we get phones with cords at our house?” Amy is my favorite.

Noah surveyed the half a dozen bedroom choices and announced that he would be sleeping on the deck. I dismissed the idea as much too dangerous due to bitter cold, wild animals and unknown environment. “I’ve slept in colder, more dangerous, less familiar situations with scouts and you never complained.” Ten points for Noah. Noah is my favorite.

Sarah spent the weekend doing what she does every day, doing her own thing. She is much more interested in being with her friends than hanging around the house. She’s too independent and social to play SpongeBob Memory by the fireplace. Even though I miss her, I’m tremendously proud of the person she has become. Sarah is my favorite.

Tommy didn’t go near the house by the water. “I don’t go to strangers’ houses.” Tommy has sorted an emotional and random world into a logical, but amusing book of rules. Sheldon Tommy is my favorite.

Doug: “Tommy’s not a B & B person.” Doug is my favorite.

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