August 12, 2013
(Disclaimer: I think teachers are one of the most important people in a child’s life. Teachers posses more patience, more energy and more excitement in one school year than I have in one hour. Teachers are helping our little ones become responsible members of society. And the last thing they need to be hearing is me complaining about something. But here goes…)
On this First Day of School Eve, I want to send a request to all teachers and room parents:
When sending home papers, please include something that tells me which room/grade/teacher/child this particular paper is meant for.
Here’s the deal…I’m usually organized. I have two calendars that sync together with my phone, meshing my work and home life into one big calendar. We’ve never been late for the bus, and I’ve never missed a parent teacher conference, a music program or school party (that I said I would go to…)
But here’s where it all falls apart: When one child’s papers, assignments, notes or classroom instructions get mixed up with the other child’s papers, assignments, notes or classroom instructions.
“For our Halloween party we will be making scary snacks! Please bring one of the following to class by Friday. For questions, contact Jane (Jordan’s mom) at XXX-XXX-XXXX .”
“We are doing a special project at school! Please bring 3 empty paper towel cardboard inserts to school by Wednesday.”
“In order for me to better get to know your child, please fill out the following questionnaire and send it back with your student on the first day of school.”
Do you see the problem here? I don’t know who Jordan is. And what if both my children have a Jordan in their class? Which class is doing the special project? Which one of my boys do you want to get to know?
And don’t say “just ask your child,” Anyone with children knows how this turns out.
“Whose paper is this?” –> “I don’t know.”
Well, did your teacher say you were having a party?” –> “I don’t know.”
“Do you have a child in your class named Jordan ?” –> “Um…maybe. Well…no, I guess not. But there’s a Jordan in the classroom next to me.”
“Who has a child in their class named Jordan?” –> “I might, but can’t be for sure.”
This probably wouldn’t be that big of a deal if I had a 5th grader and a 1st grader. Maybe I could figure it out based on the content of the paper. But you see, my boys are one grade year apart. Which makes it extra tricky.
I did buy some magnetic file holders that each child is supposed to put their papers in. But come on, do they do this every day? No. Sometimes all the papers end up on the kitchen table. And that’s where the trouble begins.
So please, teachers and room parents, help a sister out and include something on your take home papers that would tell me which paper goes with which child. A simple “5th grade party!” or a room number or the teacher’s name would work just fine. I know I can’t be the only one who has mixed up papers…am I?
June 24, 2013
Today, I decided I want to live there.
The spa is quiet.
People talk softly. Doors close with a whisper. I hear waves crash soothingly around me, with the faint sound of tinkling bells and strumming guitars. No one is making rude bodily function noises with their armpit. Soccer balls do not crash against walls. There are no harsh voices.
The spa is clean.
Nothing crunches under my feet. Magazines are carefully fanned on a shelf, the pages, intact. Sparkly glasses are stacked neatly by the water. Robes are folded and tied with a ribbon. Clean, crisp white towels and sheets. There are no dirty dishes. No one has placed underwear in the CD player. There are no random socks on the back of the chair. There is no dust, crumbs or sand.
The spa smells good.
Lavender. Orange. Peppermint. I live with three males. Enough said.
The spa has yummy water and dainty food.
Water infused with orange and cucumber. Cool. Just right. Neat crackers line a white plate and bite sized chocolates have fun swirls on top. Cheez-its are nowhere to be found and macaroni and cheese would not be welcome here.
The spa has “people.”
While I’m waiting in my white, fluffy robe, my girl pours warm water over my feet. A foot bath. After five minutes, she even takes my feet out, and dries them off. She carries my drink for me. She asks if I’m comfortable, or would I like a plate of snacks? She whispers. After my facial, she is waiting outside my door with a glass of fresh water.
Who wouldn’t want to live there?
May 9, 2012
According to this MediaPost article, the newest generation is the Pluralist generation. The oldest of this group is 15, the youngest are newborns.
I had always wondered what my boys’ generation would be called. I’m a Gen Xer, the generation younger than me is Gen Y or Millennials. My parents are Baby Boomers.
So why “Plurals”? According to the article, “it reflects the lack of majority in today’s American society… based on immigration projections, Plurals will be America’s first generation to be pluralistic, or have no majority race…Plurals are being raised in the environment of change and, in their 30s and early 40s, they will be the ones managing the transition into a truly pluralistic society.”
This generation only knows the consumer-centric Internet (Amazon, Google, YouTube and Facebook). They are (or will) experience the changing definition of marriage and family.
Now, my observations based on my boys, ages eight and nine. (I know some of these apply to Gen Y…)
- Mom and Dad have always carried a cell phone and have always been able to take a picture or video, text, email, play games and browse the Internet on a phone.
- They learn to type in 2nd grade. (I learned in 9th grade.)
- Their school projects involve a laptop and multimedia dimensions.
- Watching “live” television is not the norm for them.
- It is second nature to “swipe” something…and I’m not talking about a credit card.
- They just “know” how to use an iPad, play Angry Birds and “Google” something.
- There has always been an app for that.
- The school state tests are taken on computer, not with a #2 pencil (fill in the bubble COMPLETELY).
- Their school lunches are electronically deducted from their account. There is no need to carry lunch money.
- They only know Promethean or smart boards in the classroom. School is not taught using chalkboards, whiteboards, overhead projectors, film strips or a big TV and VCR.
- Pictures have always been digital. And take as many as you want! We can always delete them.
- They use the Internet to research, not the Dewey Decimal System.
- Encyclopedia? Don’t you mean Wikipedia?
- A cassette tape plays “old-fashioned music.”
- You have always been able to “Broadcast Yourself” on YouTube.
- They have always been able to email Santa and “track him” via NORAD on Christmas Eve.