Monday, March 31, 2014

Hey Ho. Let's Go. And if you don't, don't you dare complain in the fall

As I stood in throng of people today, shoulder to shoulder with teachers and parents and just people who cared, I was really proud of all these people for getting out.  It was windy.  There was a two hour wait at the shuttle busses at Remington.  Bathrooms were scarce.  You had to park far away and walk.    But these people get it.

All those 25,000 plus people who came to the Capitol get that if you want change, you have to speak up.  Otherwise, we would be like those people who don't vote and then complain about the government.  If you don't exercise your right to protest in some way, then you don't deserve the change you want.  Not everyone can go stand around the Capitol all morning.  I have friends who were not physically able to be there. I am sure others couldn't manage child care.  But maybe those people could write their senators and reps.  They can talk about these causes with their friends and family, sparking grass roots change.

So many people who aren't in the education field don't know why we were there today.  At lunch, a waiter thought we were just protesting for a raise.  I would love a raise.  I really would love to be able to afford to not scrimp, but that is a teacher's life in this state.  So yes, a raise is good, but a first step would simply be to not cut the education budget.  What I don't want is over crowded classrooms.  I don't want unfunded testing mandates. I don't want a single test that determines whether or not my child gets to advance a grade level.  I do want rigorous standards, but I want them set and not to change multiple times in a year.  I want a window of transition when those standards are set.  I do want rigorous standards, but I want money to be there for tutors and text books and . . . Oh, yeah, just to pay us teachers and not lay us off.

I am mad.  I am angry.  There should have been at least 678,000 parents and grandparents and teachers there today - that is how many kids are in Oklahoma schools.  I know, I know.  People have health issues, kids at home, and jobs to go to. But doesn't your child's education matter?  Change doesn't happen quickly.  If you want it, it needs to start now.  Once these measures go into effect, the harder they will be to change.

So thousands of teachers stood shoulder to shoulder.  There were speakers and posters and chanting. But first, we solemnly said the pledge of allegiance and sang the national anthem.  As we sang, tears ran down my face, not a surprise when my voice cracks when every day I pledge allegiance in class.  Every year, I talk to my students about protest and rights and democracy when we analyze The Declaration of Independence.  Today we were protesting because we had the right to.  We live in a place where we are not afraid of the Russians crossing our border. Our children are not child soldiers in Africa.  We are Americans with the right to first sing an anthem and then demand a better life.  Simply the opportunity to be able to protest is a beautiful thing.

Thoreau said that he did not demand at once no government, but at once a better government. If you are a non educator friend, you need to find about Fallin and Baresi and their roles in this educational crisis.  And you need to remember come election time when you demand a better government.

As we were leaving, music played over the loud speakers.  The Ramones were yelling "Hey Ho," and my circle of friends were chanting "let's go." But really, let's go make some change.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Happy Saturday To Me

I have been short of patience and tired all week.  Last night I had hit the point of being so tired that I couldn't fall asleep.  I blame the EOI.  For you non-educator friends, it is the state end of instruction test that is given in several subjects.  For sophomores, the English test must be passed or they do not graduate.  I get a little stressed every spring over this.  I don't have blow off days in my class, though there was a day this week when only three students showed up to my 2nd hour.  I didn't teach because they all three had make up work to do.  Where were the rest?  On a field trip or working a track meet for the middle school.  I totally get that field trips and track meets are important, but I just wonder if those teachers who pull these kids out for this stuff would do so if they had the responsibility of a state test.  Electives don't have tests, just us core classes.

Okay - enough ranting - it won't help the twitchy eye or the not sleeping.  Only the end of May will help that. Or a good bottle of wine and a back rub (hint, hint Jack Rucker).

Today is glorious Saturday, the day usually reserved for house work and laundry.  Not today.  There isn't much wrong with the house that a thirty minute tidy up won't fix.  Instead, there is sunshine and a promise of little wind.  The local farm that is turning itself into a vineyard is having a festival today and thanks to Jack's volunteer work planting grapevines last spring, we got free tickets.  I think Bell and I will go even though Jack is working - there is supposed to be story telling, vendors, face painting, and dancing.  Sounds right up our ally.

Bell wants to run into town first and exchange a duplicate birthday present - she doesn't know it but we also are going to Penney's for some shirts for her.  This kid has grown a little over an inch since Christmas and close to three since school started in August.  Last fall's short sleeve shirts look like they need to go in the give away box. I am sure the shorts are too short too.

I think when we come home, there will have to be a tree watering - we only got 3/10 of an inch Wednesday and I live on a sandy hill. While we are out,  Bell is ready to try out her birthday presents.  She got outdoorsy stuff this year - you know, camo netting to hide behind while she watches birds, flashlights for camping, bug catching gear - oh, and a BB gun and her first pocket knife.  Before you say it, yes, we are aware that she is a girl.  Thankfully, though, she is not a girly-girl.  I wouldn't know what to do with one of those.  This is the kid who likes to have her nails painted and wears earrings but then draws the line, preferring bugs and animals and playing in mud.  She likes the idea of target shooting  with us, but my gun is just too loud.  A BB gun seemed natural; I never had one but always wanted one.  And pocket knives?  My sixteenth birthday present from my grandpa was a Buck knife.  Since it isn't supposed to be windy today, I think we will set up targets for her.

I would have liked to sleep in this morning, but my internal clock is convinced that 5:20 is wake up.  I even had clean sheets to luxuriate in.  But I also had good coffee to get up to and quiet house to have to myself for just a bit.  I don't think there will be much quiet involved in the next week - I plan to go rally at the Capitol on Monday despite my distaste for crowds, I want to hear Sarah Webb on Tuesday, there is a vet appt for a dog on Tuesday, hair appts on Thursday . . . Nope, no quiet at all.

I hope you are all out enjoying this spring weather.  Get out and enjoy the Sunshine.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

The Ting Tings and Flaming Brownies -- Part of Turning 8

Tomorrow at just past 7:30 Bella will officially be 8.  I should so be into the groove of motherhood, but I still am 1 part in awe, 1 part overwhelmed, and 1 part terrified.  This whole kid thing is tricky.

Last weekend we had cake and presents with the family since Jack is away this week.  Tomorrow I have a few more presents for when she wakes up.  Jack's thing has always been music so on his behalf, I am supposed to make sure the Ting Tings' "Happy Birthday" is playing when she gets up in the morning.    She will take brownies and ice cream cups to her class.  I promised her I would fix her what ever her heart desired for supper.

Even though we didn't do anything big for her birthday, there is a trip planned for later in the spring, but  between baking last weekend's birthday cake and tonight's class brownies, I felt like it was big doings.  I have been on a roll of kitchen related messes for a week now, beginning with last Saturday. I had the layers of cake stacked and frosted and safely in the fridge while I mixed up some other colors of frosting to decorate with.  When I opened the fridge door, the cake just leaped out and landed upside down on my freshly mopped floor.  This was a case of scraping the frosting off and being thankful that there was enough left in the bowl to start over.  To think I had almost only made a half batch of frosting.  Today involved flames.  Bell loves little bite sized things and wanted to take brownies that were mini-muffin sized.  Not a problem.  At least not until I took them out of the oven. I jostled the pan and six brownies popped out of the pan and into the bottom of the oven.  To get to them, I had to pull the racks out.  By then, the ones that landed on the element were nice chocolaty torches.  The BBQ tongs were handy and the blackened brownies were tossed into the sink where they promptly fizzled out.  I would love to have something to blame all these messes on, but I am simply clumsy.  Or rather, I am absurdly clumsy.

Whatever the preparations, I am well aware that this child is a gift to me.  I didn't realize how much first Jack and then Bell would fill up my heart and my life, making more of me than I had any idea was possible.  I am not parent of the year and Bell is not child of the year.  We are too flawed for that, but she completes us.    Perhaps we all see so much to wonder at, to be enthralled by as we look at our children.  I hope we all do, for every child should be a wonder to someone.

This year has brought us a tall girl with a sense of humor who is becoming quite the joke teller and awho has peculiar grasp of language. It is like listening to me.   She is wise beyond years and yet still small and so very innocent of so much of the world.  I cannot imagine how she will change in a year.

As any decent parent, I have such high hopes for Bella - to be strong, to be able to bend, to be wise and smart.  I think my prayer for this year, though, is for her to simply grow in the spirit of generosity, to be able to give of herself when it isn't particularly easy, and to walk in gentleness, peace,  and love.  I pray that she will have ears to hear Truth.

  I am always enchanted by the delight on her face with each new discovery, whether it be dinosaur bones at the museum or the first flower of spring.  I am thankful for another year of these moments of watching her grow and discover.  I do not know what her next year holds, but I pray blessings and grace for this child as she learns and grows and explores.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Mercury

It has been almost a month since I posted anything, a month of the same old litany of papers to grade and juggling home, family, and school.  Yet there have been some new things that have surfaced.

Two weeks ago a fabulous new raised bed took the place of the old, falling apart one.  It is now full of dirt and mushroom compost, though the soil still needs some amending before I plant.  I think that is on Jack's list for next week.  For now, I have molasses tubs of dirt ready for broccoli plants if I have time after school.  Spring is so mercurial.  Yesterday I sighed over the peach tree blooms.  I know we will have another freeze.  The apricot has budded, but the blooms haven't opened yet.   While I watered the fruit trees and berry bushes Monday, I had an earnest chat with them all about the dangers of blooming so soon.   The hyacinths and some crocus are flowering in the front, making me itch to go to the big Menonite greenhouse and get plants for the other beds . . . But I know it's too early.

In the meantime, we have been seizing this sunshine.  Monday after school, we loaded up Bell's bike and went to the park at Cyril.  She rode and I jogged along next to her - we didn't have long, just about 30 minutes, but any exercise was better than none, and the day was far too gorgeous to stay inside.

Mercurial.  Today was cold and rain.  Rain - I almost forget what is like to have rain coming down in buckets or lulling me to sleep as it pings on the tin roof.  Whatever the form, I am thankful for it.

Spring break is just a mememory ( and a different post all together) as this week does just become the same litany of school and home.  Todays's litany was a bit more frustrating - I spent two hours on the phone, mostly on hold, trying to deal with an insurance issue.  It was frustrating enough that I might have been lacking in patience when it came to my students.   And then I came home and discovered the messages about John Morgan.  That just makes my heart heavy.  I thought about the classes we sat in together and the shows I had watched him in. Life is mercurial.  It is so full, yet so ephemeral, gone before we grasp its meaning if we are not careful and diligent to live it.  And so we pray - we pray for those who are weak, who need healing, who need a miracle - and we pray for ourselves that we might not forget to live this life and be thankful for it.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Sunny Side Up


I may be in trouble with Jack for writing this, but I have pondered the goofiness all week.  The week began with a discussion about eggs.  I have no idea why Harold and I were discussing eggs, but we were - he in his recliner, me in the rocker, Rubilee following the conversation from the loveseat.  Harold was telling about one of the best meals he has ever eaten, a dish with a fried egg served in a cafe in Searchlight, Nevada.  (Jack tells this same story - someday, I will have to go to Searchlight for these famous eggs).  He went on to talk about how he really only liked his eggs fried.  Rubilee, with obvious shock and indignation, said, "I never fry your eggs.  I scramble them."  He replied that he knew good and well that she scrambled his eggs, but he liked them fried.  A full blown argument ensued about how he liked his eggs.  Apparently, he is expected to like them the way she fixes them.   I snickered all the way home at the ludicrousness of the whole thing.  My grandparents are the same.  My grandmother instists that grandpa likes rice because she likes to cook it.  He doesn't like it.  He eats it because he knows better than to argue, but he doesn't like it. I actually really try not to do that to Jack, but I wonder how much he thinks I disregard his preferences.  It calls to mind a line from one of Chopin's stories about  "that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime."  Every time I read that line, I vow to be careful of what I impose . . . but it can be tricky, these things we take for granted.

This day led to a day where I turned Harold's truck wrong side out looking for his shoes.  His ankles were swollen and he couldn't wear his boots.  The shoes are missing in action so Harold just drives around wearing house shoes.

The week ended with learning that Rubilee probably felt bad because she had decided that she didn't need her blood pressure medicine and so hadn't been taking all of it.  No wonder she had felt bad.

On the upside, all three of my charges have been cheerful this week.  Rubilee is back to her old self, curious and interested in so many things.  She greeted me at the door today with articles on the Dustbowl and Ralph Ellison since she knew that I was teaching both.  Tomorrow, I think Bell and I are going to teach Harold how to FaceTime and IM on his ipad.  We are going to make some goodies for Jack for when he comes home Monday.  I think we will carve out some art time for those canvases we bought today.  Maybe I will grade the AP papers.  Maybe Bell and I will just veg.  Either way, we are hunkering down here for tomorrow for a quiet end our weekend.