Related depressing post:

This weekend at the marathon (which was a giant - to the tune of $118 million -- fundraiser for the leukemia and lymphoma society), I walked behind a mom who had a picture of her elementary aged son on her back who had died. I cannot imagine that. I was teary for a bit while walking behind her.

As hard as things with Grace can be, as frustrating and worry-filled, we are still so very blessed.

Happy birthday, Burrell and Calli!

I'm sorry about the excess of family drama, Allyson. I hope your mom is doing better.

I had a bad time my first two years of college, because I had never had to work at school work before. I didn't have the foggiest idea how. My problem certainly wasn't an excess of praise from my parents, though.

I know you aren’t a hugging kind of person, but I want to hug you right now. I promise to do so from my current 3000 mile distance.

I had a bad time my first two years of college, because I had never had to work at school work before. I didn't have the foggiest idea how.

That's the one thing I wish my students would learn before they leave my class. So I spend a lot of time pushing kids to do work of the harder type.

I had a mom complain about what I ask kids to do at back to school night and I told her, "I'm teaching your kids the way I want my own kids to be taught. When I look around at my colleagues, I see parents who send their own kids to private schools while they teach your kid here in ways they wouldn't want for their own children. I teach the way I was taught at an all girl's private school and it's the way I want my kids taught."

But I have a well earned rep for having the hardest class in the school and it's hard for my straight A students as well. If they work, though, they won't fail.

My rude awakening came in high school. I had a couple semesters of unexpected grades.

I had two teachers who made me work. They were my favorites.

I never had to worry about being praised the wrong way by my parents. They didn't praise me for anything until I was in my late 20s. Even now...it's just not their way.

Are there any articles on whipping flabby 50-year-old brains into shape, other than the "use it or lose it" types? I was very much the "I'm smart, so I should be able to do this, I don't want to risk not being smart," and I never really pushed myself. To wit, I simply didn't consider taking physics in high school because I heard it was all math, and I didn't think I could do math. I was a senior in college before it dawned on me that I had a logical, analytic brain and that I'd be headed in a completely different direction if I'd risked that physics class.

Even now I will go to great lengths to avoid situations where it's clear I don't have an immediate grasp of what's going on. I'm probably worse at admitting I'm lost than the stereotypical male.

THat’s pretty typical for “smart kids,” Connie. I fell into that hard in high school math and became convinced I just wasn’t good at it and never could be. Years later, I was the one explaining trig to my classmates and reveling in a college statistics class, but my initial resistance was because I didn’t want to be “not smart” and so was afraid to take the risk.

Oh, that article was heartbreaking, beautiful but heartbreaking. A friend of mine lost her daughter, her first born, to brain cancer when she was two years old. It made me think of her and of all her parents went through. She died around the same time that Franny was concieved.