12. September 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

Okay … a little rant here. I just have to dump this here and be done with it. Bear with me, please. Or just skip this post!

I was reading a blog recently that dealt a lot with the blogger’s children and all that they are required to do during the school year. Yikes. What a list this person had. And nowhere was there mentioned anything that sounded recreational or playful. I know things are different than back in the dark ages, when I was (starting to) grow up (but never finished). I know that competition at colleges is crazy. I know that we are trying to raise test scores and that we’re all being told now that we can do it all and have it all and be anything we want to be (sad lies, if you ask me) … but can’t kids have a little fun?!

I realize I’m a lazy bum a lot of the time. I know I’m not a rocket scientist (and never will be). But I do also know that I am able to enjoy life and relax. These parents and children I see are so busy pushing and excelling I’m not sure they know how to just “be”. And I think that’s sad.

In the long run, I don’t think it matters what you high school GPA was. I doubt that, ten—maybe even five—years after you graduate, anyone will say, “So, what was your high school GPA?” (And if anyone did, would you even care to befriend that person?) Sure, grades are important. But so are social skills. A lot of the kids I see that are so caught up in grades desperately need to take a social skills class. And maybe get a B now and then. (One former student I had‐long ago enough now that I can write this‐could never stop yawning during the lesson, and told me that a math class would have to be repeated if the B+ he/she had didn’t go up to an A: mom insisted on an “A only” policy. For both middle and high school.

There are certain smells that bring me back to my childhood. Two are the smell of a certain shrub, and the smell of our lawn. I remember, via those smells, somersaults and hide-n-seek. Being outside, playing hard, running and goofing off. So much fun!

I hope my students are allowed to have fun. It’s so much more enjoyable to see them smile than to see them yawn.

Rant over and out.
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