Vomitous

You know, I’ve been thinking long and hard about this issue.  I really believe that if we want kids to be college and career ready when they leave high school, then we really need to have children be academic and school ready when they leave babyhood.  How do we do that?  Why, we raise standards and begin giving babies annual standardized assessments of course!  And in order to be sure that parents buy into these standards and assessments, we need to begin rating parents based on those assessments, combined with triannual home visits.  If the baby’s parent fails those performance reviews one year, we will devise an improvement plan for them.  If they fail two years in a row, they will lose custody of their child.  Sounds fair, doesn’t it?

Now, for just a small sampling of the new Standards I am proposing:

Babies will be able to smile in response to human interaction by the age of 4 weeks.  Spontaneous smiling due to gas or other bodily functions will not count.

Babies will be able to use basic signs and utterances to get adult attention by the age of three months.  Crying is not allowed as it is a crutch form of communication that must be discouraged.

Babies will be able to sit unsupported for 30 minutes by the age of four months.  They must not use hands to prop themselves because that would be cheating.

Babies must be able to stand independently, without interference from any well-meaning adult by the age of nine months.

Babies must be able to verbally produce three word sentences by the age of ten months.  Goo-goo-gaa-gaa does not count as a word.  Only those found in Webster’s Dictionary will be deemed acceptable.

Babies must be able to walk unassisted, without wobble, by the age of 10 1/2 months.

There will be no allowances given for children born with disabilities or medical frailties.  They must be held to the same high standards if we are to succeed in the global economy.

The assessment given annually will be in written form and will consist of ten multiple choice questions.

Sample Question taken from my proposed NYS Assessment for Baby School and Academic Readiness:

1)  Can you walk?

a. Sometimes

b. Not always

c.  Often

d.  Kind of

These Standards and Assessments will ensure that children will be prepared to enter pre-school by the age of three, ready to be successful.  We are losing precious time allowing babies to develop at their own rates.  That is an idea of the past which must give way for the future.  With all the technological advances available to us today, our babies should be developing at a much faster rate than our global competitors’ babies.  We must offer families support in helping their children reach these more rigorous standards, such as specially designed lesson plans and videos that will teach all the necessary skills.  Specialists could even be brought into the home if the local municipalities can figure out a way to fund them within their already overstretched budgets.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way, and if we work together, our babies can be the global leaders of the future, one developmentally inappropriate step at a time!

*This message is a personal spewing of frustration and shall not reflect upon those with whom I serve. If you cannot understand that this entire post is dripping with sarcasm, then there is no help for you.

Wheat Wheat Everywhere

So in my quest to figure out what the heck is wrong with me that this accursed nerve can’t heal, I’m now attempting to track down some possible causes of this constant inflammation that is keeping this nerve root hot.

A good friend suggested I read up on wheat and dairy allergies which can be major culprits. As I started reading, it came flooding back to me….I am allergic to wheat. It was discovered when I was 12 and undergoing allergy testing. Wheat, tomatoes, chocolate, and a fourth…I don’t recall what it was. I had terrible reactions to chocolate as a young girl, so that one was obvious. In fact I didn’t eat any chocolate for a year, and although I love it more than life itself (okay maybe not *that* much) I still limit my intake. For example, I can’t eat a candy bar, but I can have a Hershey’s mini…I can have one brownie in a day, not the pan I’d like to devour. I cannot keep chocolate covered Oreos in the house or I am in trouble, because I have no control around them…a good sit-down with those lead to migraines, wheezing, or both. However, I had never had an obvious reaction to wheat or tomatoes, so I ignored that little positive test all my life, forgetting it in time…until now. A major flare on Monday and my recollection of this allergy test had me thinking about the amazing Bruschetta I had on Saturday, followed by the huge platter of Penne in a Vodka pink sauce…not to mention the baked goods on Sunday morning from my favorite bakery…or the subs we had for dinner Sunday night. Although I don’t believe giving up wheat and tomatoes for a month will solve the entire problem, I figure it can’t hurt…how hard can it be?

So Wednesday morning was my last dose of wheat. At least it was a good one…Rosemary toast from my favorite breakfast place. And then came Thursday…and now today.

Two days in and it’s already HARD!! See, I’m a skinny thing…I’m French…Bread and cheese? Are there any other food groups? I really didn’t realize how much wheat I eat….here is a list of the things I’ve reached for and had to stop myself from eating just in the past two and a half days:

Cereal
English Muffins
Wheat germ in my yogurt
Warm buttered roll
Nutri-grain bar
Sandwich
Ritz crackers
Triscuits
Pasta
Pasta
More Pasta
Cookies
Pizza

I was so excited to realize today that Tostitos were CORN chips, that I pulled out a handful to have with my favorite salsa that we bought from a specialty store over the weekend, and then realized salsa is made from TOMATOES!!! Geesh!

This is going to be much harder than I thought. *sigh*

I just hope it’s worth it…time will tell!

In Which She Discovers 74 Explicit Songs on Her Daughter’s iPod

WARNING: This post contains graphic language.

I thought I knew.

I thought I was aware.

I knew rap music as a whole was inundated with bad language, violent messages, and sexual overtones.

I knew nothing.  I was ignorant.

“Was” is the operative because I am ignorant no more.

I spent an afternoon last week, and another afternoon yesterday, reading rap lyrics.  Have you ever wished you could pour Clorox through your ears to disinfect your brain???  Well, spend a day reading lyrics by Eminem, Dr. Dre, Lil Jon, and Lil Wayne, and you will.

You see, I happened to note the word “Explicit” on my darling, sweet, used-to-be innocent Big Girl’s iPod music list.  I am not a prude by any means.  I do not believe in sheltering my children from all the evil things Out There.  I believe they need to be exposed to it to be prepared to deal with it.  So at first I wasn’t alarmed.

“Didn’t your father and I tell you we need to approve any download with the “explicit” tag before you buy it?”

“Oh, yeah…I forgot.”

So I pulled up her playlist to find not a few explicit tags…but 74.    Shamefacedly, we parents admit to an “Epic Fail” on our part.  However, to say that it has been an educational experience is an understatement.  I printed the list, and decided to go through every single song, word for word.

I was left utterly horrified and speechless.  Not only is the language damned filthy, the recurrent themes are enough to make you want to vomit.  The glorification of drug use, alcohol consumption, and promiscuous violent sex is just the tip of the iceberg.  Abusive, addictive relationships, worship of material status symbols, packing guns, anti-government,  and “shooting up the club” is a continuous thread throughout the genre.  Not a single song I came across could say what needed to be said without the word F**k thrown in..and several times in the majority of cases.  The women are referred to solely as bitches and hoes and they are only good for two things…beating and f***ing. (Their terminology, not mine.)  Words like c**t, a**, t*t, p***y, motherf***er, are thrown around like “and”, “the”, and “at.”

I did not come across a single solitary positive message in any of the “songs” (I use that term loosely.)  Not one.  Not even a “this WAS my life, but I’m changing” message…not ONE.

I do not believe in censorship.  I do believe in parents needing to parent.  I don’t believe that rap music is the root of all evil, or that Eminem is the Devil as some believe.  I am not about to withdraw my kids from school to limit their outside  exposure to this garbage.  However, I am shaken by the proliferation and glorification of Godless behavior.  There is no shred of ethical awareness, no value placed on the human experience of love, and no care in the world for living a life that will benefit the greater good.  These writers seek to undermine and undervalue authority at every level, and that is what troubles me the most.  Life is simply one big pissing match to see who can win the Alpha male title…and the Alpha is the one with the biggest car, the most bling, the sluttiest women (preferable in pairs) with the biggest breasts, the highest quality and the biggest quantity of drugs, the most powerful weapon, the highest paying record deal, and the honorable title of living through the most drive by shootings.

And the teenagers love this stuff.

My daughter says, “I just love the beats and the music.”

I tend to believe she loves it because her friends love it…it is what is “cool.”  Up here, if you don’t love Country music, then you must love rap.  One or the other.

She’s heard it all in my house.  We love music.  All types.  Hit Shuffle on my iPod…First ten songs right now:

Rehab (Glee Cast Version)

Touch (Seal)

Nearer to Thee (Sam Cooke)

Piano Concerto No. 26 in D major, Larghetto (Maria-Joao Pires_

Seven Mile Breakdown (Taylor Hicks)

Crazy (Gnarls Barkley)

Me and a Gun (Tori Amos)

Hallelujah (John Cale)

Hope and Memory (Howard Shore)

Life on the Moon (David Cook)

If I were to go to Zan’s you would see an even greater arc across genres, including some of the dancy rappy stuff that I don’t care for.

So, the girl has been exposed to everything, from Classical to Classic Rock to all the new stuff.  And yet, this is the bulk of her most recent downloads?

What is a parent to do?  I’ll tell you what we chose to do.

We cleaned up the iPod.  I deleted nearly all the explicit stuff.  She will be allowed to buy back the “clean” versions of some of her songs.  (We know she knows the words, but she has a 9 year old sister and a 4 year old brother who don’t need to hear the explicit versions.)  About twenty five of the songs are off for good.  (For example, “Get Low” by Lil Jon et.al.  and “I Just Had Sex” by The Lonely Island and “Superman” by Eminem.  Google them if you’re curious, but be prepared…you’ll need a shower, a gallon of Clorox, and a Priest when you’re finished.)

And we talked to her, and talked and talked about what is wrong with the themes laid out in these songs.  I will admit she spoke quite intelligently with us, and agrees that the messages are not in keeping with our family values.  (“Mom, I know this isn’t how I should live…just because it’s in the music I listen to doesn’t mean I’m going to go do it!”)

Of that I am certain, but I also believe that it is my job to draw a line in the sand.  This is okay, this is not okay.  She will pass by us any explicit song before downloading it.  If I find she does not follow through with the rule, the iPod will be taken away.  Period.

And here we go again…blurring right and wrong…a world that wants to turn everything that should be black and white into shades of gray.  Twisting our God given gift of Free Will and our Forefathers’ gift of freedom into a free ticket to do whatever we damn well please, without consequence, without conscience.

I’m drawing a line in the sand and saying this is not okay.

Pray God that I’m right.

Rant of Mass Proportion

Teachers are payed well.

Teachers have excellent health benefits.

Teachers get summers off…and weekends…and snow days.

Teachers are represented by strong Unions.

Teachers cannot be fired on the whim of an adminstrator, or because they have climbed too high on the payscale.

All true.  Also true:

Teachers have to earn and pay for a Masters Degree in order to earn permanent certification.

Teachers cannot earn promotions.

Teachers are not paid for their summers off.

Teachers cannot earn more pay for better quality of teaching.

Teachers do not earn bonuses.

Teachers cannot take a sick day without preparing and delivering plans for the full day of work even if they are on their deathbed.

Teachers pay out of pocket for classroom supplies to the tune of hundreds of dollars which is unrecognized by most.

Teachers spend hours and hours of time outside of school business hours preparing lessons, doing research, writing reports, correcting papers, recording grades, tracking progress notes, making phone calls, answering e-mails and notes from parents, attending meetings, writing curriculum, and developing methods…nevermind that the public *thinks* (I use that term loosely) that we only work seven hour days.  If you are a Special Education teacher, add about 40 hours a year that goes to writing IEP’s (Individualized Education Plans) during your “time off.”

Teachers manage to teach children, all children, irregardless of race, socioeconomic status, mental and emotional health, ability, and parental involvement (or lack thereof.)

Teachers manage to bend to the whim of State Ed which passes unfunded mandates and then three years later retracts them once we’ve revised our entire methodology to suit the initial mandate.

A teacher’s mission everyday is to instill an interest and love of learning in a classroom of 25 or so students made up of the willing and the unwilling, the smart and the challenged, the healthy and the emotionally unstable, the well cared for and the neglected, the loved and the abused, the motivated and the unmotivated, the content and the angry, the calm and the overactive, the sweet and the nasty, the well-behaved and the aggressive, the serious and the jokers. And that’s the easy part of the job.

I am SO SICK of schools being blamed for every societal crisis, from suicides, violent acts, societal apathy, teen pregnancy, to overprescribing of ADHD medications, to the inability of Americans to compete in the world market…and I am SO SICK of teachers being torn apart as overpayed and underworked leeches of Federal and State resources.  Is the school system perfect?  Of course not!  Is every teacher worthy of their position and salary?  Of course not!  But I  find it maddening to have my profession lambasted time and again by people who don’t know the first thing about what it means to be an Educator.

<Rant Over>

And now we return to our regularly scheduled non-controversial programming.  🙂

Okay, Seriously?

So, I vacuum my entire first floor every single morning.  I have hardwood floors throughout, and area rugs only in the living room.  I vacuum the upstairs hardwood floors once or twice a week.  This is two weeks worth of yuck. 

How does this happen???!!!!

I do not live on a farm nor on a dirt road.  My family removes their shoes when they come home…not that I insist, but it’s just more comfortable.  How does this much dirt make it into a house????  I just don’t understand. 

How filthy must my house have been back when I worked??!!  EW!  Appalling.