ND - private schools are changing dramatically in their approach to parent relations. I hold this example from my new city up as exhibit A.
Sox, the thing is, I taught the majority of my career in public school and still have many friends/family in the public sector, and I can honestly say that the admin bends rules for parents a lot more frequently there than I've seen at either of the private schools I've worked at here in LA. Public school admins are terrified of lawsuits that the school can't afford, and unlike at private schools, they don't have the option of kicking kids out (unless the situation is
really
dangerous). I don't disagree with either Trudy or you in terms of the idea that people with money can pull more strings than those without, but I haven't seen the same level of administrative fear in the private sector.
Owen is talking in his pirate voice (a low growl). He just came up to me and Olivia and said, "Say, arrrgh, mateys!" Then he proceeded to tell me he's a captain and showed me his treasure map.
I have achieved perfect buffista parent happiness.
SO. CUTE.
And what does that sound like?
Wet and sloppy, while still crunchy and delightful.
I haven't seen the same level of administrative fear in the private sector.
truth. I think no matter where you teach, though, it's getting more difficult to, you know - teach.
But enough of this silliness. I instead want to think about Hil trapeezing (new verb?) through the air. Sounds like so much fun!
Totally fun! Even when I do stupid stuff like forget, while I'm upside down, what I'm supposed to be doing, and just hang there thinking, "Huh?" for a good ten seconds before remembering what comes next. (I also got tangled in the lines today. This was not exactly one of my more stellar days. But still fun.)
Totally fun! Even when I do stupid stuff like forget, while I'm upside down, what I'm supposed to be doing, and just hang there thinking, "Huh?" for a good ten seconds before remembering what comes next.
Okay, that's just an awesome description. I can totally picture it, and it makes me smile.
ND, you probably would have liked the show my sister was in, Intergalactic Nemesis. Because it was a "radio show" there were lots of sound effects, all of them done on stage for the audience. We sent the sound guy some audio of our dog "talking" for some project he was working on.
Olivia just ruined the moment by climbing on top of the kitchen table and stripping off her diaper while wearing her pink and silver Skechers.
My daughter is a table dancer.
Okay, that's just an awesome description. I can totally picture it, and it makes me smile.
The totally dumb thing about that moment is that we work on calls. If I were listening, I would have heard the instructor telling me exactly what to do. (Though I'm still not used to it enough to be able to immediately translate "legs up" to "tuck knees up, lean head back, curl back, hook legs over bar." It was somewhere in the middle of that sequence that I got lost. And felt ridiculously dumb.)
My daughter is a table dancer.
you must be so proud! :)
I'm just going to make sure that whatever part of me doesn't get eaten by cats goes out in a blaze of glory at my viking funeral.
:: wonders if a super pickled liver helps the flaming arrows make bigger blaze of glory ::
a couple of years ago I figured out somethings 1) I like predictable yet flexible schedule that I have. 2) I am good at what I do. 3) My job gives me room to do other things
BethB, this is me, for the most part. I just wish the schedule was a little less taxing here. And the pay was a bit higher... a couple bits higher.
No 3-day weekend for me. Tomorrow, OFF! :) Sunday night, work a couple hours from 10-midnight. Monday noon-6pm followed by bowling.
ION, at today's "First Friday BBQ" in the scene shop. Chrissy and I were talking across the big table about Halo. I asked if she (a HUGE game junkie) had finished the campaign yet. She hadn't, so I teased, "jeez, even *I* have finished the campaign on the easy level" "O, BC, on the *easy* level?? That doesn't count!" "Well, ya, I'm a pacifist, I can't shoot *that* many people!" Which got a pause in the eating with double blinks from everyone else at the table and a "o, cuz as a pacifist, it's ok to kill a few people, but not a *ton* of them" conversation. It was very funny. Mostly the pause in eating with double blinks, in a synchronized manner.
(so, would that make a good new tag line? "I'm a pacifist. I can't shoot *that* many people!" ?)
Years ago I was riding in the car with my dad when we drove by a wood chipper and he chuckled. I said, "what?" And he replied, "have you seen Fargo?" I said no and he chuckled again and said, "you gotta see Fargo." Now I can't drive by a wood chipper without hearing my Dad chuckling in my head.
