ultimate confusion

School will start in a week. School will start in a week. Allow that to sink in and fester. The call to charge has been sounded and NO ONE seems to know which direction to move. IF there were a sign it would point in both directions. Will we go with the common core? Will the common core be dismissed?
As a classroom teacher I have done my best to stay abreast of changes to the curriculum. In the rush to the common core there have been no changes. There have been no directions. The state has not offered up an curriculum to peruse. Older standards are to be dismissed?
This is my decision…I will adjust to and address the NGSS. The Next Gen Science Standards are the same as the common core goals in science (I think). After reading and filling in tables of gaps it seems to be the same.
God help us all as School Will Start In One Week.


And finally

My 78 year old dad also had his experience during the moving ordeal with the food chain, animals and Louisiana. He showed the two year old a play snake in the shop last week.
“Now, BZ, we never pick up a real snake it will bite you. It will hurt my baby.”
The two year old looked. He just looked. He is two.
The day after the big move into the house BZ came in a grabbed his mom’s hand. “IS is real?”
Daughter K looked down and said “Is what real?”
K said “Show me this snake BZ.”
Big cottonmouth moccasin was on the pad with the swing set. She did not freak she caught my brother. Brother Duss (still trying to catch Fester the cat) goes out and shoots the snake.
We are all grateful that the two year old listened. Shocked but grateful.


And another thing

It is NEVER too early in Louisiana to explain the food chain. 90% of the things you see in Louisiana are trying to eat you..or poison you…or just make your day plain uncomfortable.
A brief aside, many people will see the Alligator hunters or Duck hunters on reality (unreality) TV and think they have a good bead on Louisiana. Not so. That reasoning would be like me thinking because I had seen ENews I know about LA. Or a human thinking that if you see some housewives you have a good idea about some other state.
Cue the music…the four year old and I are discussing cooking chicken. I maintain that chicken should be baked. The four year old (and her supple arteries) thinks chicken should be fried. I will compromise and fry hers. In a few minutes I see the thought cross her mind.
“I don’t want to pet a chicken at the zoo. Do we eat those chickens?”
I think and proceed carefully. “We eat chickens.”
The four year old “Do we eat baby chickens?”
“No, we eat chickens that are older.” I am sweating bullets now.
“Are chickens nice?”
“NO.” I am on safer ground here “They will peck you in a second. Chickens are mean. I grew up around chickens. Mean.” (which is why I will eat a chicken in a second. Survival of the fittest.) But then I mess up. “We eat eggs.”
“Don’t worry GaGa. Those are not the kind of eggs we eat.”
“Yes. We eat chicken eggs.” We cannot have her going to school thinking bunnies lay the eggs we eat.
“NO…Wait. How does the baby get in the egg?” (OH NO…panic, panic, panic)
“Well, four year old, you have to have a daddy chicken called a rooster.” At this point panic is so ingrained… “Um, ask your daddy. Yeah. Ask your daddy, he is a nurse practitioner. He will know.” (evil laughter bubbles up from the inside)


The year that almost ate my lunch

I just need to write this all down so I DON’T FORGET:
January 2014 daughter K decided to start a house. The contractor promised four-to-six months. Then it started to snow. Snow…in Louisiana…in January. Such a thing I do not remember. Then the spring came and it started to rain. The rains became biblical in proportion. I decided we needed to build an ark.
February 2014 daughter K produces child number three. Attempts are made to contain the storm of three.
March 2014, I get on the Glenwood Regional Medical Center Bus just to make Ms Eva stop yelling at me. All they are to do is check my veins and arteries. The tech tells me “You must see a doctor immediately.” Oh, that is never good.
May 2014, I have half my thyroid removed. Cancer. Crap. Daughter K goes back to work at school and I soon follow.
July 2014, daughter K and husband sell mobile home as they believe contractor. For three weeks all five adults, three children, four dogs (and a partridge in a pear tree) abide in the house. Brother Duss takes his cat to my mom’s house when he goes back to work. She calls me over to her home. I check all around the place for my mom. The Cat is missing.
July 23…Daughter J (schizophrenic) has an episode. J goes into treatment. I wait for Mr Boothe to return from taking her the two hours away from home so that I can go to the hospital. I spend next two days receiving fluids in a local hospital.
Beginning of August…YES! House is ready. Kids move into their home. I am driving down the driveway…when…yep. It is the CAT!!! He will not come when called. Do I blame him. No. He was neutered before being dropped off at my mom’s house.
I just hope school starts soon…