Sunday, August 23, 2009

Snapshots of Uno

Born for the Stage

We went to a fish fry / barbecue yesterday at the home of FIL's good friend Larry (who, apropos of nothing, speaks with an impossibly thick accent and a mumble). Larry has a big above-ground pool that the girls swam in last summer when we visited, but this year our bathing suits are in storage -- and besides, it was an uncharacteristically cool day.

Uno and Dos were devastated -- nay, heart broken! -- that we wouldn't let them swim. Never mind that Larry also has a huge yard for running around in. Never mind that he has a killer swing set, much better than the rusty, rickety thing we left behind at our old house. Never mind that he has a basketball hoop. Never mind that there were about 15 other children present whom Uno could have rallied for the game or adventure of her choosing.

No, all she and Dos could think about was swimming. "Mom, please? Let's just go get our suits out of storage. Or I could swim in my regular clothes. Please? Huh? Or sometimes people swim in just their underpants; could we do that? Or what if you quick drive to Walmart and get us new swimming suits? Or--"

No. The first answer was no. The final answer was no. No, no, no.

Uno looked at me, horrified. "I don't even know who you are anymore!" she squealed, and then turned and ran away covering her face with her hands.

All this drama and puberty still to come! Wheeee!


Heart of Gold

Uno made a new friend at school last week (though she can't remember the girl's name, lol). She made a big show of their parting when I picked her up on Thursday: She hugged the girl, held her hands and said something I couldn't hear, then hugged her again before bidding a final goodbye.

As she walked out to the car she said, "Mom, that friend has a disease. Sometimes she gets too much sugar and it makes her act funny or sometimes she doesn't have enough sugar and then she might get shaky and you have to tell a teacher or the playground lady. She has to try to keep it right in between, but sometimes it's hard for her."

"That's called diabetes," I said. "It can be a tricky thing, especially for kids."

"Yeah, that's what she said. She has a diabeety."

DH came with me to pick her up the next day. "Dad!" Uno said first thing. "My friend has a diabeety! Can you get to work on a cure for that? I need to bring it to her on Monday."

Yeah, Doc, could you get right on that? :-)


~RCH~

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Tangent

DH's parents were both public school teachers: His dad taught music, at all grade levels, for 35 years; his mom recently retired from her position as an aide in a high school Special Ed classroom. Last night, after DH indignantly read them the Superintendent's letter, the three of them got to talking about the olden days when all the really great teachers were still around.

This may be a had-to-be-there moment. Or maybe a have-to-know-FIL moment. In any case, it struck me as hilarious.

FIL is pretty old school; he believes in clear discipline and a firm hand in guiding the youth under his watch. For approximately half of his career, corporal punishment was allowed (though he only paddled a student once -- and after that, the legend of the paddling was a sufficient deterrent). This story isn't about him, but that fact will provide a little context.

"Hey," said DH, "remember Mr. SuchandSuch? He was awesome. One time Joe Schmoe forgot to bring his book to class. Mr. SuchandSuch looked right at him and said, 'Son, I want you to count the steps out to your locker. Get your book. Then count the steps it takes you to get back to class. Add those numbers up and divide by two -- I want to make sure you get a little math in! -- and that's how many times I'm going to bust your [butt]!' And that's just what he did."

Everybody chuckled. When the laughter died down, FIL sighed.

"Yeah," he said, smiling fondly and without a trace of sarcasm. "He was a really nice guy."

LMAO.


~RCH~

Back to School

Uno began her career as a first grader this week (Dos will start kindergarten on Monday). Her teacher seems nice; it sounds like Uno has already begun building her cadre of devoted followers; her last school seems to have prepared her very well for the curriculum here. Despite the butterflies and insomnia I suffered the night before her first day (it's as bad as if I were the one starting a new school! :-P), I have every confidence that she -- that both girls, actually -- will thrive.

Poor Tres, though. All day long she asks, "Where Uno? Where [cousin]?" When Dos begins all-day kindergarten next week, Tres will have nobody to play with! Except for me, of course. And Grandpa. And Grandma. Okay, so I guess she'll be fine. ;-)

The educational culture here seems quite different than what I'm used to. The girls attend a school that houses Pre-K through 2nd grade; another school in town handles 3rd-5th; then you have your traditional middle school and high school. First of all -- though I don't have a problem with it (it's probably good not to have great big 11yos playing alongside 4 and 5yos) -- I've never heard of dividing kids up in that way.

The main thing that concerns me is the approach to behavior. It may be totally standard; my perception of the differences between here and where we came from may be unfairly biased in favor of my home region. Who knows? But here's the thing: Where we used to live, the schools focused on positive behavior. Uno's old school had implemented Rachel's Challenge and all year long emphasized kindness, compassion, and inclusion. Good behavior was recognized and rewarded. At this new school -- which, remember, goes only up to the 2nd grade, so we're talking about 7 and 8yos at the oldest -- we parents were given extensive information on what constitutes inappropriate behavior: Bringing firearms to school; cyber bullying (with a list of what that entails) as well as the traditional sort; wearing clothes that expose your midriff; wearing clothes that depict or support gang or drug activity; etc.

Seriously? We're worried about 7yos wearing belly-baring marijuana leaf t-shirts and carrying their Glocks to school?

The children, too, have been thoroughly debriefed on these policies and their attendant consequences. I asked Uno yesterday at dinner how school had gone. "I didn't get detention!" she replied. Uh... good! :-P

Maybe I'm naive and idealistic, but I believe children will rise to meet the expectations important adults have for them. Not becoming a gun-toting, gang-banging, cyber bullying 2nd grader is a reasonable goal. But I want more for my girls. I want to inspire them to achieve and contribute and and uplift. I want them to make friends and be friendly to everyone. I want them to stand up for the Little Guy. I expect them to do the right thing, not simply avoid the wrong thing.

I'm not so concerned about academics -- I figure it's up to the student to get a good education, and I know my girls are motivated and excited to learn -- but DH is. We got this letter from the Superintendent in our packet of information:

Dear Parents,

Under the No Child Left Behind Act (NCLB) of 2001, the district is required to notify you that three schools in the district did not make adequate yearly progress (AYP) minimums on state testing in the spring of 2009.

The law entitles you the choice of attending another school but, at this time, there are no choice schools available or any intergovernmental agreements to receive [our town] students with schools in the area. It may interest you to know that it is the policy of our Board of Education not to accept students from other area schools not making AYP.

If you would like specific information or an explanation as to why your child's school did not make AYP and what the school is doing to improve test scores, or if you would like further information concerning the NCLB mandates, please make an appointment to meet with the school principal.

Sincerely,
the Superintendent


I'm not a big fan of teaching to the test (as the NCLB Act has required), so I take this letter with a grain of salt. And as I said, I think the responsibility for her education lies with each student. A motivated learner can get a great education in a crappy school; a lazy or indifferent student can leave the most prestigious academy as a functional illiterate. I've seen evidence of both outcomes. I do think the family educational culture can make a big difference, but I personally have no concerns about that.

Our new district has a high drop-out rate (a huge billboard on the way out of town shouts, "If I can, you can! Get your GED now!") but the high school does offer AP classes for the smarty-pantses; where we came from, nearly everyone graduated from high school but there were no AP classes and many (often the ones from farm families) chose not to go to college.

(Your mom goes to college!) (Sorry; I've been hanging out with DH too much.)

Anyway. Is it six of one and half a dozen of another? Failing schools that expect the worst but offer advanced classes vs. a positive academic environment that doesn't do enough to promote higher education? And why am I worrying about their prospects for college when (a) Uno is only 6yo and (b) I'm technically a college drop-out, myself (I graduated from a junior college, then worked a year toward my bachelor's degree before deciding I couldn't afford it)?

But honestly, it's more than just the schools. This whole town feels (to me -- and it probably is just me) like it has an anti-intellectual bent to it. Where I grew up, and where we most recently lived, people lived by the motto that the glory of God is intelligence. People valued education, whether in school or gleaned from a life of hard work and virtuous living. I don't sense that here.

Am I looking backward with rose-colored glasses, though? Is this evidence of classism on my part? I grew up in a white collar, middle class neighborhood; this town is decidedly blue collar and less well off. So maybe I'm just a snob...?

Ouch.

I don't know. But as I said at the beginning, I have no doubt that the girls will succeed and thrive -- and I, too, intend to bloom where I'm planted. I may experience some culture shock initially, but I will acclimate and soon I'll be posting glowing reports of our new town, our new schools, our new life. I just need a little time to adjust, I guess.


~RCH~

Monday, August 10, 2009

Everything is everything

Blazy

I have been blog lazy for more than a month. Of course, in that time I've road tripped to the Seattle area and back, taken a brief break, and then moved my family 1,500 miles away. That leaves a lot to write about, probably, but not much energy to do it.

Sorry.

(Though I half finished a post about WA before we began the big move. When I upload the rest of the pictures to Flickr, I'll post it.)

Pi

I just finished reading Life of Pi by Yann Martel and now the pleasant little book that had bobbed along, lulling me to sleep at night a few chapters at a time, has got me wide awake. Animals or no animals?

Seriously: Animals or no animals?

And now that everything is colored differently, how will I ever get to sleep?

Vow

I am not a good conversationalist. Small talk does not come naturally to me, and big talk can also feel strained. It's frustrating because my brain won't shut up; I'm constantly composing soliloquies that never get spoken. But half the time the words won't translate into actual language, and the other half I'm worried about coming off like SNL's Chris Farley Show ("That was so STUPID! Why did I say that?!") so I keep my thoughts to myself.

Sometimes I think I could take a vow of silence and nobody would notice. (Except maybe my girls. They would wonder why nobody was telling them to quit fighting and/or whining, I guess.)

Bathroom

We have moved to the Midwest, to DH's hometown, and are living with the in-laws until our house sells. So far it's been fine (though it's only been a week so it still just feels like a visit). They have three upstairs rooms that they haven't used since their children left home: DH and I use one, Tres has another, and we've got the computer set up in the third. We would have put Uno and Dos there, but it isn't big enough for their bunk beds so they're downstairs in the small piano room (FIL is a retired music teacher) across from the master bedroom.

The house has only one bathroom, which mostly hasn't been a problem.

Boxes

We rented a storage shed for all of our stuff. We have our clothes, the older girls' beds, and Tres's crib -- but everything else is still boxed up and locked away. Oh, and we have the computer, obviously. I demanded the computer (the ILs have never owned one).

Happy

I turned 34 a few days ago (thank you for the birthday wishes, all who sent them!). Tres kept calling it Happy Mama Day, and wondered when it would be time for Happy Tres. DH asked the girls for gift suggestions: Uno told him I needed a diamond necklace; Dos thought Sham-Wow would be nice. He asked me directly, but I told him I didn't need a thing.

Metropolis

In case you wondered, the giant Superman statue is as kitschy-cool as ever. (Michael, did you think so?)

Saudades

My brother and dad came with us on the move to serve as alternate drivers (we had two cars to bring). Michael flew home on Wednesday, and my dad flew home today (well, yesterday; it's 1am but still Sunday night to me). The era of living near my side of the family is really over now. I'm excited to dig into our new life here, I really am, but ... geez.

We had a wonderful road trip out here, though. Even I-80 through Wyoming didn't seem so bad. I'll always remember it fondly.


~RCH~

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