August 06, 2003
Blogging will be lighter than usual this evening because I'm going to try to plow through some of my email. That task may take some time, especially since I like to reply to the good ones. But I thunk a couple of thoughts that I want to share:
#1) If you don't believe in magic, live near Interstate 95 in southeast Georgia. That road is magic. It's a cosmic rain-barrier that steers clouds where it wants them to go.
Last week it rained like Niagra Falls all over Effingham County. (I wasn't here to see it, but I heard all about it when I returned from Jekyll Island. I also saw all the flooded ditches and water-marks in my yard. It sprinkled a few times in Savannah. The rain made I-95 its border and stayed WEST of it.
Being the capricious woman she is, Mother Nature is on the opposite side of the super-slab this week. Now, the storms blow in from the east, flood downtown Savannah and stop EAST of I-95. I drove home from work in a frog-strangling downpour today. When I was a half-mile past I-95, the road was as dry as a popcorn fart.
Who knows which side the rain will be on next week? I don't. But you can bet your sweet ass that I-95 will be the border.
That road is magic.
2) I have been playing with my new toy. Not "playing with it" in self-abuse mode, but just learning to operate it and checking everything out. I was disappointed in the doctor's office yesterday when he pumped it up. Roscoe became stiff, but he damn sure wasn't anything to brag about. The process was painful, too. I was very unhappy.
But I've been pumping for a while, letting Roscoe rest, then pumping some more. In fact, I am blogging with a very nice erection right now and it doesn't hurt at all. A also believe, based on the size of the implants, that I'm only about half-pumped. I believe that when I get the old one-eyed rascal accustomed to this process, he may be very close to what he was before.
I just need to break him in slowly.
3) Parents, teachers and politicians should not be making excuses for kids who can't read. The parents should be working with their children while screaming that the teachers be fired and the politicians should shut the fuck up. But parents don't want to be bothered, the teachers like their feathered bed and the politicians NEVER shut up. That story is a crying shame.
Okay, I'm off to read email for a while.
I don't remember there being so many standardized tests when I was in school. I remember prepping for the SAT and ACT, but now you have TAAS & TASP (if you're in Texas) and Lord knows what other bevvy of tests different states have.
I guess my question for those in the know is do these tests really make any difference?
When I was a kid my parents made me work through the McGuffey reader series. But then that's a key piece of info isn't it? My parents worked with me EVERY day making sure I did homework, even more important discussing my homework with me to be sure I understood it.
People seem to be too quick to pass the buck when there's a problem rather than put a little effort into real solutions.
I could be wrong, but I get the distinct impression that FL teachers spend a disproportionate amout of time teaching the damned tests.
Do you really live in a county that's named like a euphemism for a swear word? If you do, that's cool.
"I am blogging with a very nice erection right now..."
Too. Much. Information.
Oh, and about the standardised tests?
Hell, yes, the teachers spend most of their times teaching to the test. They're not stupid. They know damn well the class test results will reflect on them. Unfortunately, in the process, they have to forgo teaching all those other skills students need to learn. Like a love for reading, music, art, phys-ed, self control, how to work in a team...
One of my sisters (all 3 are teachers) actually took her kids out of school & homeschooled them for 2 years when her province's Bored of Education brought in standardised testing.
IMO, if the system's working well, they're a reasonable way of monitoring that health. if the systems are as fucked up as they are these days, they serve no useful purpose, and in fact get in the way of the real work to be done. If Johnnie can't read, spend the time teaching him how, not proving to him over & over that he can't.
One of my schoomates (from like 2nd grade all through high school) graduated with a 3rd grade reading level.
He could barely sign his friggin name, the poor bastard.
The system stuck him in extra remedial courses. He got bored, was insulted with the way he and the other kids were treated like blithering idiots and stopped going altogether - choosing to skate through the regular system with teachers that LET HIM skate by.
He refused to help himself..he would rent books-on-tape instead of trying to learn on his own...and his family encouraged the behavior.
He had an incredible memory, though..fucktard memorized everything he heard, so he wouldn't have to write or read it.
Our I-35, running north to south, creates a definite weather barrier too.