Estoy cantando los días

Last night, the Thriller and I were supposed to double-check the itinerary for our upcoming National Parks Odyssey, but we got sidetracked by other things. No problem; I have the next 19 school days to think about it.

Nineteen. But I’m not counting, regardless of the post title. We’re on the home stretch, that’s all that matters.

You know, I never used to be a day counter. I once had a colleague who would come in on the very first day of school and announce to anyone within earshot, “Welp! Only 179 days left!” It made my skin crawl. I thought violent thoughts.

But here I find myself counting the days. Could it be because I’m getting o*d? Or just fagged out? Maybe I just need to bake Chocodoodles and be Grammie.

And travel. Don’t forget the travel part. Can’t wait!

Man, I need to jack up my material. It’s been a ghost town here lately. Just me & PK, shootin’ the bull. Perhaps it’s time for another round robin story. :-)

*itchy itch*

Time to scratch it. Or to get out the Grammar Hammer®.  This has bugged me for a long time, and after having seen it on the umpteenth blog/Facebook post:

Yea – pronounced “yay.” As in, “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…” An affirmative vote (“yea” vs. “nay”).

Yeah – pronounced “y.” As in, “She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.”  Slang for “yes,” and a variant of the above “yea.”

Yay – prounounced “yay.” Slang. As in, “Huzzah! The Indians are 14-8! Yay!

Thank you.

:P

Nostalgia II

(If you’re interested, here’s Nostalgia I, complete with awesome comments from RtB fiends.)

Do you find yourself getting melancholy about things that have passed into obscurity? Yesterday — and I don’t know why — I had a major attack of it.

Maybe it had something to do with fifth grade. In choir yesterday, I pulled out a song for the fun of it. “Pinball Wizard,” by The Who. Out of 40-some 10- and 11-year-olds, only a handful knew what a pinball machine was, so I got to describe it for them, which was surprisingly challenging. HA

As is my custom, if there are weird lyrics in a tune, we read through the text and define anything that needs clarification. Had my hands full with Pinball Wizard:

  • Soho, Brighton
  • Bumpers
  • Always gets a replay
  • Bally table king
  • Crazy flippin’ fingers

The cool thing about 5th graders is that they’re still somewhat impressionable. That is to say, they don’t know it all yet. :-) We had a nice discussion. It was fun watching them wrap their brains around it.

It got me thinking about lots of other bygone issues, especially after I read this in the Columbus Dispatch. As if book knowledge on a subject is the prime indicator of teaching ability…good lord, people. Anyway, I thought about (*wince*) when I was in school — when things were different, to wit:

  • Teachers and administrators didn’t field daily calls from parents, blaming their child’s bad grade/bad behavior on the school.
  • It wasn’t unusual for a smart-mouthed kid to be slammed up against a locker by a teacher once in awhile. It served as a fantastic deterrent.
  • Kids. Just. Didn’t. Talk back to teachers. Regardless of how we felt about Mr. Smalley, we never sassed him. Nobody did. We respected him as an adult.
  • If I had sassed Mr. Smalley, I could only imagine the horrifying fate that awaited me at home, after my parents found out.
  • Writing classes were compulsory at the high school level.
  • “Latch key kids” were the exception.

I know, I know. Times change, so get on the train or it’ll  leave without you. But I will put in writing for the first time here: I worry about the future my grandchildren will face as adults. Makes me all nostalgy for the olden days…

FO

What a way to run a railroad.

I got to see some family yesterday, the Js came over for an unexpected (and wonderful) slumber party, the Thriller and I decided to still take our vacation this summer (to the extent that gas prices will allow), and all is well on Easter morning.

So why the oncoming sinus infection? Sheeps, people.

On the schedule for this cold, rainy Sunday: finishing bass parts, running the treadmill, and watching the final installment of my Sidney Lumet Top Five Festival this weekend. Not necessarily in that order. :-)

Happy Easter Day, fiends — hope you’re enjoying it with family! Twenty-four more days of school, but who’s counting?

And on this date: school.

How about some cool school trivia?

Today, 23 April, 376 years ago, school was officially in. In 1635, Boston Latin School became America’s first educational institution funded completely by local government.

  • The first headmaster was paid “fifty pounds and a house” from the public treasury.
  • Its students were taught to “dissent with responsibility.”
  • Five signers of the Declaration of Independence (John Hancock, Benjamin Franklin, Samuel Adams, Robert Paine and William Hooper) received their boyhood training there.
  • The main purpose was to teach Puritan values and bible reading.

Well, look at the school now. We’ve all come a long way, baby. But…

  • School boards didn’t exist until 1837, so hiring practices were largely arbitrary (and often corrupt — *gasp*).
  • School wasn’t compulsory until 1851, when Massachusetts voted to require all children to attend.
  • High schools didn’t come about until 1820.

And schools, like countless other American institutions, changed with the times:

  • African American children were allowed to attend segregated, “separate but equal” schools after the Civil War.
  • The Smith-Hughes Act passed in 1917, and “tracking” was born. Students were pointed in vocational directions via “intelligence tests.”
  • In 1954, Brown vs. Topeka precipitated the Supreme Court decision that “separate” was definitely not “equal,” and that segregation must be abolished. We all know how that went over in the South. Eisenhower had to call in the National Guard to keep the peace.
  • In the 1980s, the first charter school popped up in Minnesota, and to some, signaled the renaissance of segregation.

And everything old is new again.

The agrarian school calendar has repeatedly come under fire. Personally, I think it would take a huge influx of cash and a systemic overhaul of union practices to pull off year-round schooling, so I don’t see it happening nationwide for a long time. And further, if you’re really a stickler for semantics, we don’t have a truly “agrarian” calendar. According to Dartmouth professor and researcher William Fischel:

The “agrarian calendar” was not the current calendar of fall-winter-spring. [C]ities in the late 19th century had school in the summer. Nobody had AC back then, so going to school or working in a hot factory was not a big deal. The real reason for the Sept to June calendar is the widespread adoption of age-graded schooling. Rural schools of the 19th century did not have age-specific grades, and so they could have a “term” of school whenever they wanted for as long as they wanted. But age-grading required coordination among different schools. You had to start and stop at the same time so the third graders could start fourth grade together with those from other schools.

Well isn’t that interesting. Teaching all these years, and never knew that. And if you’re still with me by now — did you enjoy this little Saturday lesson? Feels like school, no?

:-)

I think I’ll break with tradition and have some coffee this day. Resolutions, shmesolutions.