Greetings! Yes, it’s been too long since my last entry, and for that I apologize. I was debating whether to launch into the NFL vs. the flag controversy, but that’s more overdone than my ex-girlfriend’s cooking. North Korea and their part-psychopath part-muppet leader also was ripe for the picking, but in the end nuclear holocaust is not much of a laughing matter, so I let that go too. So, instead, musings of the alphabet, inspired my daughter. DISCLAIMER: If I…..
About a month ago my family took a vacation to Orlando to visit the giant mouse and his friends. My first thought was that the TV shows like “NCIS,” “Criminal Minds,” or “Law & Order,” should all consider doing shows at Disney, because $13.99 for a cheeseburger and four fries is definitely some kind of crime. My second thought can best be summed up here: Dear average American adult: YES, YOU DO HAVE TO FOLLOW DIRECTIONS. It never ceases to…..
My super cute 8 year old daughter came to me last Saturday morning, all excited. I asked her what she was looking forward to, and she said that Mommy was taking her to “Build-a-Bear Workshop,” to get a new super cute stuffed animal “because it was the end of the school year.” I had no problem with that; she worked hard this school year, and did her best at least most of the time. It’s what she said next that…..
People think about lots of different things about during Memorial Day weekend. As most of America has never served (and many people don’t even closely know someone who has), this weekend is mostly filled with concerns about hamburger count, cases of beer, and travel times to the beach. It’s easy to forget, especially if you have never served, why we even have this weekend in the first place. For so many Americans, it’s just another holiday. But it’s not. I’m…..
I was raised Catholic from a young age. From the beginning, actually. Catholic school since I was in kindergarten, all the way up through 12th grade. My parents made that sacrifice because they wanted to ensure a moral education in addition to a book education, and felt that Catholic school was the best way to do that (there are others, of course). So in addition to math, science, and language arts, I also learned about religion and faith. (Author’s note,…..
It has come up that perhaps I am not “aging gracefully.” A friend of mine, for whom I have an incredible amount of respect, told me in this way. “Rob,” she said, “you need to age gracefully, and you aren’t.” More to the point, I seem to be fighting getting older pretty much every chance I get. First, I work hard to keep up with the cadets I whom I teach. The oldest one is 19; most are between 14…..
Not another politically driven post, I promise. In this piece, I’m writing about something a bit more close to home…education. Let me start by saying I love my job. I love working with high school students (most of the time) and the ones among them that are trying their best and doing what they can to succeed make the dealing with the rest of them tolerable. But by and large, we are not doing our current high school students any favors……
Truthfully, I’m tired of hearing about politics. It gets exhausting after a while (unless John Oliver is doing the talking, in which case it’s usually pretty funny; look him up on YouTube if you don’t know who I’m talking about). At this time of year, I also get tired of hearing about football (yes, it can happen). For me, the best part of football season is about week 6 or so, when you can watch a bunch of different games…..
With the holiday break upon us, I have suddenly gone from “too busy to think about anything,” to, “lots of time to think about some stuff that’s not that important.” In doing so, started thinking about what my legacy is going to be, now that I am probably about halfway through my time on this planet (I’m not dying; when I’m 88 I plan on taking an interplanetary flight somewhere else…). At this point in my life, it’s obvious I’m…..
In my last effort, I discussed how I felt like I was on a used car lot, needed a car, and wasn’t impressed with my choices. Part of me wishes I could turn back the clock to that point… I couldn’t predict the winner, but I did predict that regardless of the winner, I would be unhappy; in that I was at least correct. I did exercise my right to vote. I won’t say whom I voted for, but will…..
