Well, I've begun to move over to BlogSpot/Google Blogger, too. Let me know if you want an invite.
I'm going to miss the Comic Sans MS font though.
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Comments:
Pansy: Why don't you send me an invite at pansymakehay@gmail.com, babe. Then I can keep up with ya!
I wonder why Yahoo is being such a butt head all of a sudden?
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Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
New Blog *sigh*
Just setting up over here. I'll have to copy my stuff from 360 when I've got some time.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
An Essential Update
It's Thursday, so I had history class again. There has been more or less no drop in any way, shape, or form in the "essentially" counts.
13.5 Ppt pages
294 "essentially"s
22 "more or less"s
6 "in any way, shape, or form"s
High count -- 39 "essentially"s each on pages 7 and 10.
Low count -- just 4 "essentially"s on page 12.
He seems to say it more when he's not as interested in the topic he's lecturing on.
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Comments:
Aibrean: That's so hysterical, Beccaie! Sounds like drinking game potential! lol!
13.5 Ppt pages
294 "essentially"s
22 "more or less"s
6 "in any way, shape, or form"s
High count -- 39 "essentially"s each on pages 7 and 10.
Low count -- just 4 "essentially"s on page 12.
He seems to say it more when he's not as interested in the topic he's lecturing on.
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Comments:
Aibrean: That's so hysterical, Beccaie! Sounds like drinking game potential! lol!
Saturday, September 22, 2007
History Class
Essentially, I think my history class may be interesting.
It's a freshman-level class, of course, so there are ... well, LOTS of freshmen in it. I think there's one other woman somewhere near my age, although I didn't exactly get a friendly vibe from her. The prof is much younger than I am, which is a first for me. He's a doctoral student, and has been teaching at the college level for 4 years, 3 of them at COD. This makes the whole thing essentially more funny.
Think I'm using "essentially" a lot? Come to class with me! ;-)
He's a very freshman-friendly prof, in that he gave us printouts of his whole Powerpoint presentation at the beginning of class. I think I was the only one who even bothered to jot additional notes in the margins. *rolls eyes* We got 3 handouts during this class: the syllabus, naturally; a brief (1.5 page) Powerpoint presentation on the status of Europe in 1600, which should be helpful; and the main (7.5 pages) Ppt lecture. As he was going through the syllabus with us, I realized that he was fond of the word "essentially" and thought I should remember to use it in at least one of the papers I'll have to write. As he was going through the Europe in 1600 presentation, I remembered Bella talking about one of her classes last spring, where a group of people smuggled in alcoholic beverages for a drinking game whenever their prof said whatever "his" word was. Halfway through the second page of the main lecture, I decided that it was a good thing we weren't playing a drinking game, because most of the class would be seriously drunk by now. On the third page, I started counting his "essentially"s. 116 times in the last 4.5 pages. Yes, you read that right. It's not a typo. One hundred sixteen times.
I can't decide if I should say something to him, or start running a pool on the counts. lol
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Comments:
Aibrean: lol! Isn't gambling essentially illegal? ;-)
Estelina: Oh good heavens! That is so funny - and a little sad. Someone should tell him - though I'm not sure it should be student, whose grade could be essentially effected.
tee hee
Good luck.
Elhf: Save the poor guy after your final grade, till then keep counting...
It's a freshman-level class, of course, so there are ... well, LOTS of freshmen in it. I think there's one other woman somewhere near my age, although I didn't exactly get a friendly vibe from her. The prof is much younger than I am, which is a first for me. He's a doctoral student, and has been teaching at the college level for 4 years, 3 of them at COD. This makes the whole thing essentially more funny.
Think I'm using "essentially" a lot? Come to class with me! ;-)
He's a very freshman-friendly prof, in that he gave us printouts of his whole Powerpoint presentation at the beginning of class. I think I was the only one who even bothered to jot additional notes in the margins. *rolls eyes* We got 3 handouts during this class: the syllabus, naturally; a brief (1.5 page) Powerpoint presentation on the status of Europe in 1600, which should be helpful; and the main (7.5 pages) Ppt lecture. As he was going through the syllabus with us, I realized that he was fond of the word "essentially" and thought I should remember to use it in at least one of the papers I'll have to write. As he was going through the Europe in 1600 presentation, I remembered Bella talking about one of her classes last spring, where a group of people smuggled in alcoholic beverages for a drinking game whenever their prof said whatever "his" word was. Halfway through the second page of the main lecture, I decided that it was a good thing we weren't playing a drinking game, because most of the class would be seriously drunk by now. On the third page, I started counting his "essentially"s. 116 times in the last 4.5 pages. Yes, you read that right. It's not a typo. One hundred sixteen times.
I can't decide if I should say something to him, or start running a pool on the counts. lol
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Comments:
Aibrean: lol! Isn't gambling essentially illegal? ;-)
Estelina: Oh good heavens! That is so funny - and a little sad. Someone should tell him - though I'm not sure it should be student, whose grade could be essentially effected.
tee hee
Good luck.
Elhf: Save the poor guy after your final grade, till then keep counting...
Friday, September 7, 2007
Well That's a Switch!
Slight change of plan this semester. For reasons I don't want to go into right now (because it's taken me about 2.5 days to calm down, and I don't want to upset myself again), I'm no longer taking the suck-up-to-the-program-director radiography class. This is good, because (a) I never wanted to do radiography in the first place -- it was just a stepping stone to sonography; and (b) after getting the syllabus and stuff the first week, and enduring the yammering of the prof and the guest speaker, there's no way this would have been a remotely useful class (other than the suck-up factor). Two of the community colleges in neighboring counties have expanded their sonography programs into Associate's degrees, so a radiography degree is no longer a prerequisite for them. Perhaps COD will follow suit; who knows? It does seem like, if you've already got a 15-month (5 "semester" -- they're actually trimesters) certificate program that consists exclusively of sonography-specific classes, you might as well throw in a math and a couple English classes and make a degree of it. I'm glad that at least some schools agree with me.
Of course, this means that I need to find another class, so I can keep my student health insurance. Luckily there are some 12-week, and even 8-week, courses offered. Of course, many of them are already full. There's still a space in one class that's offered in the evening (doesn't interfere with my other classes), on Thursdays (doesn't interfere with work), in the 12-week session (which doesn't start for another 1.5 weeks, so I can still register without a permit), at the Addison Center (8 minute commute, woohoo!) instead of the main campus (20 - 25 minutes, plus parking time). So this could be a good thing. It's World History, from 1600 to the present. Do you suppose this is the year that one of my history classes will actually make it to the 20th century???
Okay, that's unfair. My AP/Honors US History class, senior year in high school, did make it to about 1910. Then we jumped to 1929 for the stock market crash. But we ran out of time before we could get to the Great Depression. (Ironic, considering my personal depression issues. Yeah, yeah, different kind of depression.)
So I guess I'm okay with this. It's really messed with my timelines though. Okay, they were fairly arbitrary timelines, and certainly vulnerable to change anyway, but I do feel a bit de-railed.
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Comments:
Aibrean: Well, all that certainly sounds like a "cluster," but it does seem to be working out for the best?? Hang in there!! Hugs!
Rayna: Just in case I haven't said this enough...I am so very proud of you for going back to school and working so very hard...I am just continually impressed!
Now...mail me some jeans babycakes...I'm in the painting mood !
Of course, this means that I need to find another class, so I can keep my student health insurance. Luckily there are some 12-week, and even 8-week, courses offered. Of course, many of them are already full. There's still a space in one class that's offered in the evening (doesn't interfere with my other classes), on Thursdays (doesn't interfere with work), in the 12-week session (which doesn't start for another 1.5 weeks, so I can still register without a permit), at the Addison Center (8 minute commute, woohoo!) instead of the main campus (20 - 25 minutes, plus parking time). So this could be a good thing. It's World History, from 1600 to the present. Do you suppose this is the year that one of my history classes will actually make it to the 20th century???
Okay, that's unfair. My AP/Honors US History class, senior year in high school, did make it to about 1910. Then we jumped to 1929 for the stock market crash. But we ran out of time before we could get to the Great Depression. (Ironic, considering my personal depression issues. Yeah, yeah, different kind of depression.)
So I guess I'm okay with this. It's really messed with my timelines though. Okay, they were fairly arbitrary timelines, and certainly vulnerable to change anyway, but I do feel a bit de-railed.
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Comments:
Aibrean: Well, all that certainly sounds like a "cluster," but it does seem to be working out for the best?? Hang in there!! Hugs!
Rayna: Just in case I haven't said this enough...I am so very proud of you for going back to school and working so very hard...I am just continually impressed!
Now...mail me some jeans babycakes...I'm in the painting mood !
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Week 2 of 18, Fall Semester
Well, at least physics is interesting. Of course, I can't get a copy of the lab book, because the bookstore's order has been put on hold by the publisher. And I have to get it at the campus bookstore, because it's not only written by one of the professors there, but it's also the 2nd edition, which was just finished in July. No used copies on this one. Oh well, at least the class is interesting and the prof lectures well. And I do have a copy of the 1st edition, from last spring, so I can probably use that in a pinch.
It's so interesting to see how different the class is in a regular classroom setting, as opposed to independent study. We've got these "clickers" -- each student has one -- and periodically the prof asks us a multiple choice question, and we respond with the clickers, like an audience poll on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? or something.
Of course, the slight downside is the group of (I think) former Physics Club members who like to argue every little point with the prof -- like the pronunciacion of "Syene," an ancient Egyptian city, and whether it was a well or a pillar that Eratosthenes (or something like that) used to calculate the circumference of the Earth in 2300 B.C.
But even that's interesting, in a weird sort of way.
Now if only my "fun elective" doesn't get cancelled again...
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Comments:
Wiz: Hey Beccaie! What's the fun elective??
Hugs to ya!
Me: Hawks & Cranes -- Fall Migration. It doesn't start until October. However, I've got an amazing history of having fun electives cancelled on me due to insufficient enrollment. This one's up to 7 registered students, out of a maximum allowed of 13. I'm cautiously hopeful...
Me: I was going to take a basic astronomy class, focusing on the fall sky, but that was ... wait for it ... cancelled for low enrollment. :-/
Moonie: oooooooo I would adore that class Beccaie! Hope it fills up! And about the lack of motivation??....here take a spoonful of mine. I have a little to spare this week. wink wink
Wiz: Hawks and cranes - sounds great! Sure hope it doesn't get canceled.
Elhf: "physics is interesting" this is a good thing...
Love the sound of both electives - Hope the bird one flies
>;-)
ArwensRose: I couldn't follow physics worth my life. I was so lost in that class. I had been decent in science up till that point, but after that ... I gave up all together.
Now the astronomy I would be all over. I can't believe that there was low enrollment!
It's so interesting to see how different the class is in a regular classroom setting, as opposed to independent study. We've got these "clickers" -- each student has one -- and periodically the prof asks us a multiple choice question, and we respond with the clickers, like an audience poll on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? or something.
Of course, the slight downside is the group of (I think) former Physics Club members who like to argue every little point with the prof -- like the pronunciacion of "Syene," an ancient Egyptian city, and whether it was a well or a pillar that Eratosthenes (or something like that) used to calculate the circumference of the Earth in 2300 B.C.
But even that's interesting, in a weird sort of way.
Now if only my "fun elective" doesn't get cancelled again...
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Comments:
Wiz: Hey Beccaie! What's the fun elective??
Hugs to ya!
Me: Hawks & Cranes -- Fall Migration. It doesn't start until October. However, I've got an amazing history of having fun electives cancelled on me due to insufficient enrollment. This one's up to 7 registered students, out of a maximum allowed of 13. I'm cautiously hopeful...
Me: I was going to take a basic astronomy class, focusing on the fall sky, but that was ... wait for it ... cancelled for low enrollment. :-/
Moonie: oooooooo I would adore that class Beccaie! Hope it fills up! And about the lack of motivation??....here take a spoonful of mine. I have a little to spare this week. wink wink
Wiz: Hawks and cranes - sounds great! Sure hope it doesn't get canceled.
Elhf: "physics is interesting" this is a good thing...
Love the sound of both electives - Hope the bird one flies
>;-)
ArwensRose: I couldn't follow physics worth my life. I was so lost in that class. I had been decent in science up till that point, but after that ... I gave up all together.
Now the astronomy I would be all over. I can't believe that there was low enrollment!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Back to School
Wow, it's that time of year again already. Somehow I'm not terribly motivated for this semester, and I'm not sure why. Maybe because my summer was so packed that I don't feel like I've had time to catch my breath. Maybe because two of my classes are ones that I couldn't complete last spring, because of the pneumonia. Possibly because another one of my classes is essentially a suck-up-to-the-director-of-the-radiography-program class. But I'm kind of afraid that I'm just getting bored with school. This is my sixth semester. I'm coming up on the two year mark. Anymore, that really seems to be the length of my attention span. :-S
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Comments:
Wiz: Beccaie!!!! Good to hear from you.
Hang in there, Lady. Think of all the time you've already put in. Once you're done, you're done. You are doing great.
Hugs!
Wiz
AIbrean: Almost two years already?! Maybe the classes just aren't challenging enough?? Are you done with the boring core curriculum? Can you take something that will really stimulate your mind??
Ehlf: 2 years, that's half way home ... hang in there - find a really fun elective
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Comments:
Wiz: Beccaie!!!! Good to hear from you.
Hang in there, Lady. Think of all the time you've already put in. Once you're done, you're done. You are doing great.
Hugs!
Wiz
AIbrean: Almost two years already?! Maybe the classes just aren't challenging enough?? Are you done with the boring core curriculum? Can you take something that will really stimulate your mind??
Ehlf: 2 years, that's half way home ... hang in there - find a really fun elective
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Better and Better
Good news! Had another doctor appointment today, and he didn't charge me for it! AND he gave me/us (my mom actually paid) a 30% discount for paying the whole balance, for his visits while I was in the hospital, at one time, instead of making payments. $174 off!!! Woohoo!
Also, he thinks that the pneumonia is gone. What I'm dealing with now is either asthma or asthmatic bronchitis. I'm hoping for the ab, since that does go away eventually. Anyway, he gave me new and different drugs, and my sister approves of his choices. He even thinks I'll be feeling better by this Friday! :-o We'll see. I'm having trouble visualizing that. But I'd love for it to happen. At any rate, I'm feeling much encouraged today, despite my mom's semi-silent nagging to "just get better already!" (She doesn't say that in so many words, but it's definitely present as a looming cloud of psychic energy.) So yay me! :-D
Oh, and my blood pressure is back down to normal: 120/78. (I know, I know, borderline high. Whatever.) So now my mom can stop bugging me about asking for blood pressure meds. My doctor, my sister, and I all thought that it was just running high because I wasn't getting enough oxygen, and apparently we were right. :-)
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Also, he thinks that the pneumonia is gone. What I'm dealing with now is either asthma or asthmatic bronchitis. I'm hoping for the ab, since that does go away eventually. Anyway, he gave me new and different drugs, and my sister approves of his choices. He even thinks I'll be feeling better by this Friday! :-o We'll see. I'm having trouble visualizing that. But I'd love for it to happen. At any rate, I'm feeling much encouraged today, despite my mom's semi-silent nagging to "just get better already!" (She doesn't say that in so many words, but it's definitely present as a looming cloud of psychic energy.) So yay me! :-D
Oh, and my blood pressure is back down to normal: 120/78. (I know, I know, borderline high. Whatever.) So now my mom can stop bugging me about asking for blood pressure meds. My doctor, my sister, and I all thought that it was just running high because I wasn't getting enough oxygen, and apparently we were right. :-)
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Friday, March 2, 2007
Home again, home again
Hi Everyone,
Got out of the hospital last night. I think I'm a finally caught up on sleep, since that's about all I did today. It's just lovely to be home again! I did wake up briefly this afternoon, when a lovely bouquet of bright spring flowers arrived. Thank you all so much! They're just gorgeous. Thank you also for all the beacons. I got out of the hospital faster than the doctor, my mom, or my sister originally thought I would, so I know they helped. And I think they might also be the reason that I only had to have 2 IVs started in 2 days, and I only got stuck 4 times, and only 1 vein totally blew. (I've got really yucky veins, as far as stabbing them goes.)
Okay, it's probably time to head back to bed. But thanks again.
Beccaie
(moved from old blog)Comments:
Wiz: Oh my!!! You were one sick little kitten! Glad you got some medical help and are now feeling better.
Rest, heal. (you know the drill)
Hugs!
Aibrean: Welcome home, Beccaie! Rest & relax! No sickies at Moot!!
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Basic Update
Good morning Everyone! I posted this over in the Garden, and Sofia said that she liked reading my updates on my life. A lightbulb went on, and I realized that I had the perfect blog entry, to break my over 3 months of silence. ;-) So here you go...
Just peeking in from the library today. Lab's done (YAY!), but I have a federal compliance meeting for work early this afternoon (BOO!), so I can't play as long as usual. We've got our first lab exam next week, and I think I'll do pretty well on that. I've aced both quizes so far, and everything on the test list is also on the quiz list, so that should be a pretty good indicator. We'll have to see how the lecture exam goes. No quizes for that.
Of course, I missed the first 2 questions on the quiz this morning, because some idiot from Florida got confused at a stoplight and BACKED INTO ME! BACKED??? WTF? (Yes, I was honking at him as soon as I saw the reverse lights. Possibly he's an idiot with severe hearing loss. ) *rolls eyes* It's not even snowing today. Yesterday I might have cut him some slack. We only got about 5 inches, but it came down all day, so the roads weren't really cleared until this morning. Or at least, they were still messy when I was heading home from work last night at 10. It was a lot warmer though. According to my car, it got up to 9! And there wasn't really any wind either. Of course, we're back to 0 today, and the windchill's about -15. Ahhh, February. :-D (Note: I'm not complaining! I like this kind of weather in the winter.)
Found out yesterday that my work schedule has been changed (again). My boss didn't like the new evening girl (for no reason I understand), so she fired her and rehired a girl who used to work at the Jeep dealership. Whatever. I'm back down to 2 nights a week. This is a good thing, because I never wanted 3 to begin with, but I'm not too pleased about the way I was informed (not asked) about my new shifts. :-S I'm still working Wednesdays though, so I don't know if I'll ever get back into LOST. I stopped keeping up late last spring, and I'm not sure it's really worth the effort to catch up at this point. After all, MY Sawyer (clone) is completely loyal to me and can't stand Kate. lol
Can't think what else is going on at the moment. I've been reading, but often at least a day late. Beacons and get-well wishes do get lit/sent. It's just that you might not hear about them. :-)
hugs to all,
Beccaie
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Comments:
Aibrean: Some people shouldn't be allowed outside each day, eh? What an idiot! Glad you and "Felix" didn't get hurt!
Moonie: Hope your not still sick Beccaie! Sorry about the car too. Your cars too new to have anyone mess with it!Hope we can connect again in the garden. Seems I am there when no one is around.
Just peeking in from the library today. Lab's done (YAY!), but I have a federal compliance meeting for work early this afternoon (BOO!), so I can't play as long as usual. We've got our first lab exam next week, and I think I'll do pretty well on that. I've aced both quizes so far, and everything on the test list is also on the quiz list, so that should be a pretty good indicator. We'll have to see how the lecture exam goes. No quizes for that.
Of course, I missed the first 2 questions on the quiz this morning, because some idiot from Florida got confused at a stoplight and BACKED INTO ME! BACKED??? WTF? (Yes, I was honking at him as soon as I saw the reverse lights. Possibly he's an idiot with severe hearing loss. ) *rolls eyes* It's not even snowing today. Yesterday I might have cut him some slack. We only got about 5 inches, but it came down all day, so the roads weren't really cleared until this morning. Or at least, they were still messy when I was heading home from work last night at 10. It was a lot warmer though. According to my car, it got up to 9! And there wasn't really any wind either. Of course, we're back to 0 today, and the windchill's about -15. Ahhh, February. :-D (Note: I'm not complaining! I like this kind of weather in the winter.)
Found out yesterday that my work schedule has been changed (again). My boss didn't like the new evening girl (for no reason I understand), so she fired her and rehired a girl who used to work at the Jeep dealership. Whatever. I'm back down to 2 nights a week. This is a good thing, because I never wanted 3 to begin with, but I'm not too pleased about the way I was informed (not asked) about my new shifts. :-S I'm still working Wednesdays though, so I don't know if I'll ever get back into LOST. I stopped keeping up late last spring, and I'm not sure it's really worth the effort to catch up at this point. After all, MY Sawyer (clone) is completely loyal to me and can't stand Kate. lol
Can't think what else is going on at the moment. I've been reading, but often at least a day late. Beacons and get-well wishes do get lit/sent. It's just that you might not hear about them. :-)
hugs to all,
Beccaie
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Comments:
Aibrean: Some people shouldn't be allowed outside each day, eh? What an idiot! Glad you and "Felix" didn't get hurt!
Moonie: Hope your not still sick Beccaie! Sorry about the car too. Your cars too new to have anyone mess with it!Hope we can connect again in the garden. Seems I am there when no one is around.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Quick Entry for October 29, 2006
Received a comment: "Dude! B-) you need to blog baby! Missing everyone like mad these days" Guess that means I need to get typing again. :-)
Short version: Sister's Halloween party tonight. Bleh. Bought a new car last Tuesday. Yea! 2 tests, 2 papers, and a speech on Tuesday. Aack! I'll try to post more after that. :-D
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Comments:
Aibrean: I know what you mean, Becciae! I haven't blogged in awhile, but I just haven't had a topic worth expounding... here's HOPEing the spirit moves us! :-D
Moonie: yes! It worked! I just love reading the blogs, and sometimes the best ones are not on a topic at all.
Have fun at the party Beccaie!
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Another Paper, anyone interested?
Well, it's that time again -- when I stare in astonishment at the last page of a paper I have written, wondering how on earth it received such a high grade. This one is about the Myth that Education (even public school education) Will Definitely Provide Success (read Money).
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Of the first five essays in the “Learning Power” chapter of Rereading America, John Taylor Gatto’s essay “The Seven-Lesson Schoolteacher” is the closest to truth as I experienced it in America’s school system during the late twentieth century.
Horace Mann’s “Report of the Massachusetts Board of Education, 1848” certainly bears many resemblances to today’s schools. After all, his “common schools” were the template for our school system. He had good ideas concerning the education of the masses. Unfortunately, he also had unrealistically high ideals. In the one hundred fifty-eight years since his report was written, human nature has definitely, defiantly reasserted itself.
Chronologically, we come next to Jean Anyon’s essay, “Social Class and the Hidden Curriculum of Work.” In some ways, for example in her desire for schooling of equal quality in all public schools, she is just as idealistic as Mann, though she does not tie her vision to Christianity as he does. Anyon is quite correct when she demonstrates that schools in different economic brackets provide different types of education to their students. However, my experience as a student does not support her divisions. For instance, my college prep parochial grade school used a blending of techniques from her Working Class and Middle Class schools. It was not so pessimistic as the Working Class schools concerning our future; we were expected to go on to college in due time. However, there were great similarities in the dictatorial authority figures. Her Middle Class schools were also familiar in several points. A number of my teachers were also consistently verbally, sometimes physically, abusive by today’s standards. Until I was in fifth grade, there were four teachers, including the principal, who still paddled students, which was unheard of by my friends who attended public schools. Until he retired, after my graduation, the principal would typically pick one or two unfavorites from each class, and pursue opportunities to smack them in the head with his theoretically uncontrollable “twitch.” The teaching methods and resources provided, or lacking, were also in concordance.
Mike Rose and Michael Moore both have a few points in common with my experience. However, Rose’s very personal story is so specific that nearly anyone’s high school career would differ significantly. Moore, on the other hand, tends to make sweeping, dramatic observations. His essay is certainly the most humorous and politically scathing. He seems to think that almost any problem in our schools can be solved by throwing government money at it – but only government money, no involvement by the business world if you please. If moremoney will really solve all of the system’s problems, why should schools reject any legal and legitimate source of funding? In addition, in his pursuit of humor, Moore actually gives students many ideas and suggestions for ways to disrupt and further diminish their educations, a very disappointing turn in an interesting piece of writing.
John Taylor Gatto’s essay was both the most disturbing and the most familiar to me. It is probably inevitable that this is so, as “The Seven Lesson Schoolteacher” was first published the same year I graduated from high school. Six of his seven lessons were taught in my schools, by nearly every teacher; the only one I do not vividly recall is confusion. Class position is so ingrained in me that it appeared in an immediate knee-jerk reaction when I returned to college, fourteen years after my last class. Indifference, emotional and intellectual dependence, provisional self-esteem, and the feeling that “one can’t hide” are such staples of my identity that it is surprising to find this possible cause of them. Surely they have been there since birth. So many of Gatto’s comments seem to be talking about me specifically. “…no work is worth finishing, so why care too deeply about anything?”1 “Successful students do the thinking I assign them…” I was surely a successful student, graduating first in my class from both eighth and twelfth grades. Perhaps the reason I do not recall lessons in confusion is because I was so “successful” that I never looked for meanings and connections beyond the subjects that were explicitly taught. Of course, I would prefer to believe that I was able to find those links for myself because I was more intelligent that most other students. Unfortunately, my assimilation of Lesson Six, Provisional Self-Esteem, makes such belief difficult. “Self evaluation … is never considered a factor” after all.
Clearly there are problems with America’s school system today. For one thing, the “common school” education envisioned by Mann and sporadically carried out today is no longer sufficient for many jobs and careers in the new global economy. The quality of schooling available for different economic classes is certainly unfair. There are so many problems that it seems the easiest course would be to scrap the whole system and import one that already works, from Japan, or Germany, or any of the other myriad countries that consistently beat us scholastically.
1 All quotes from “The Seven-Lesson Schoolteacher” by John Taylor Gatto, as reprinted in Rereading America, Colombo, © 2004
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Comments:
Estelina: Well done, Beccaie!
Bonnie: Of course you got a high grade... it's great!
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Of the first five essays in the “Learning Power” chapter of Rereading America, John Taylor Gatto’s essay “The Seven-Lesson Schoolteacher” is the closest to truth as I experienced it in America’s school system during the late twentieth century.
Horace Mann’s “Report of the Massachusetts Board of Education, 1848” certainly bears many resemblances to today’s schools. After all, his “common schools” were the template for our school system. He had good ideas concerning the education of the masses. Unfortunately, he also had unrealistically high ideals. In the one hundred fifty-eight years since his report was written, human nature has definitely, defiantly reasserted itself.
Chronologically, we come next to Jean Anyon’s essay, “Social Class and the Hidden Curriculum of Work.” In some ways, for example in her desire for schooling of equal quality in all public schools, she is just as idealistic as Mann, though she does not tie her vision to Christianity as he does. Anyon is quite correct when she demonstrates that schools in different economic brackets provide different types of education to their students. However, my experience as a student does not support her divisions. For instance, my college prep parochial grade school used a blending of techniques from her Working Class and Middle Class schools. It was not so pessimistic as the Working Class schools concerning our future; we were expected to go on to college in due time. However, there were great similarities in the dictatorial authority figures. Her Middle Class schools were also familiar in several points. A number of my teachers were also consistently verbally, sometimes physically, abusive by today’s standards. Until I was in fifth grade, there were four teachers, including the principal, who still paddled students, which was unheard of by my friends who attended public schools. Until he retired, after my graduation, the principal would typically pick one or two unfavorites from each class, and pursue opportunities to smack them in the head with his theoretically uncontrollable “twitch.” The teaching methods and resources provided, or lacking, were also in concordance.
Mike Rose and Michael Moore both have a few points in common with my experience. However, Rose’s very personal story is so specific that nearly anyone’s high school career would differ significantly. Moore, on the other hand, tends to make sweeping, dramatic observations. His essay is certainly the most humorous and politically scathing. He seems to think that almost any problem in our schools can be solved by throwing government money at it – but only government money, no involvement by the business world if you please. If moremoney will really solve all of the system’s problems, why should schools reject any legal and legitimate source of funding? In addition, in his pursuit of humor, Moore actually gives students many ideas and suggestions for ways to disrupt and further diminish their educations, a very disappointing turn in an interesting piece of writing.
John Taylor Gatto’s essay was both the most disturbing and the most familiar to me. It is probably inevitable that this is so, as “The Seven Lesson Schoolteacher” was first published the same year I graduated from high school. Six of his seven lessons were taught in my schools, by nearly every teacher; the only one I do not vividly recall is confusion. Class position is so ingrained in me that it appeared in an immediate knee-jerk reaction when I returned to college, fourteen years after my last class. Indifference, emotional and intellectual dependence, provisional self-esteem, and the feeling that “one can’t hide” are such staples of my identity that it is surprising to find this possible cause of them. Surely they have been there since birth. So many of Gatto’s comments seem to be talking about me specifically. “…no work is worth finishing, so why care too deeply about anything?”1 “Successful students do the thinking I assign them…” I was surely a successful student, graduating first in my class from both eighth and twelfth grades. Perhaps the reason I do not recall lessons in confusion is because I was so “successful” that I never looked for meanings and connections beyond the subjects that were explicitly taught. Of course, I would prefer to believe that I was able to find those links for myself because I was more intelligent that most other students. Unfortunately, my assimilation of Lesson Six, Provisional Self-Esteem, makes such belief difficult. “Self evaluation … is never considered a factor” after all.
Clearly there are problems with America’s school system today. For one thing, the “common school” education envisioned by Mann and sporadically carried out today is no longer sufficient for many jobs and careers in the new global economy. The quality of schooling available for different economic classes is certainly unfair. There are so many problems that it seems the easiest course would be to scrap the whole system and import one that already works, from Japan, or Germany, or any of the other myriad countries that consistently beat us scholastically.
1 All quotes from “The Seven-Lesson Schoolteacher” by John Taylor Gatto, as reprinted in Rereading America, Colombo, © 2004
(moved from old blog)
Comments:
Estelina: Well done, Beccaie!
Bonnie: Of course you got a high grade... it's great!
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
It's a Little Odd
I'm taking another English class this semester, Composition II. I had class today, of course. I have every class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We got back the rough drafts of our first paper, which we had turned in last Thursday. I wasn't completely satisfied with mine, but had run out of time to work on it. When planning my writing time for the week, I'd hadn't counted on starting a new job on Wednesday. At least it was typed, and it was over the minimum length. I consoled myself with the thought that "It's just the rough draft," and planned to comment/apologize when I turned it in for just how rough it was. I ended up not saying anything, because the majority of the class had made similar comments by the time I got to the professor's desk, and I didn't want to seem repetitive. I was entirely prepared for it to come back dripping with red ink.
But it didn't. For one thing, he grades in blue. More surprising were his comments on the last page. "Good paper; description. No rewrite necessary. On A track."
This used to happen to me in high school sometimes. I'd turn in a paper that I knew to be substandard, and I'd get it back with a flaming red A. And so my perpetual writing puzzles returns: Am I really that good, or does the professor just have no standards?"
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(the paper, if you're curious. It was on the myth of the normal family, i.e. 1950s, Leave It To Beaver, Father Knows Best, etc.)
The 1950s are a popular focus of nostalgia in today’s society. People seem divided into two camps. There are those who feel the tug of that nostalgia and revel in it. Then there is the group that may or may not feel that pull, but resist is with every ounce of reason they possess. Danielle Crittenden, in her persuasive essay, “About Marriage,” is clearly an example of the people who approve of the 1950s. Although she agrees that America couldn't return to that decade exactly as it was, and wouldn't want to, she argues that we could greatly improve the present by bringing back many of the attitudes and roles of that time. She blames feminists for the current height of the divorce rate, refusing to acknowledge that there might be a larger underlying reason. A modern
marriage, where both partners share equally in all aspects of bread-winning, home care, and parenting seems like science fiction, or even fantasy, to her. Crittenden suggests that 1950s society had the right idea with its gender-based division of labor. She does concede that women of today would not be willing to go back entirely. However, she posits that modern women wouldn't be stuck in the home, as trapped as flies stuck to gluey flypaper, as were the housewives and mothers of the stereotypical 1950s were. Today, women would be able to connect with the outside world through their computers, enabling them to take a part-time job, or work from home … once their children start school. Of course, their primary, perhaps their only, career would naturally be as a wife and mother.
In “What We Really Miss About the 1950s,” Stephanie Coontz takes a much more analytical look at that time. She finds good things there, lots of them. The work week was shorter. Jobs were more secure because corporations stayed in one place instead of moving about constantly, searching for the cheapest labor force. Houses were more affordable in the 1950s, and wages were rising quickly. College was an option for many, especially for returning and former members of the military, but good-paying jobs could be had without a degree. The minimum wage would support a family of three at a rate about the poverty level! Perhaps the most seductive trait of that decade was the hope that seemed prevalent. Coming out of the two terrible decades of the 1930s and 1940s, the future seemed very bright after 1950.
Coontz goes on. Unlike Crittenden, she is not content to stop with this sunny picture. She excavates just a small layer deeper, until the darker underside of this nostalgic ideal is exposed. Racism was rampant. Discrimination against minorities of any type was the norm. The “ideal” applied only to upper- and middle-class white families. Blacks, Latinos, recent immigrants, homosexuals, Jews and other non-Christians, political minorities, and women who did not conform were judged harshly and often. Jobs that could support them and their families were difficult, sometimes impossible, to come by. Race riots happened in nearly every major city. The communist witch hunts spearheaded by Senator Joseph McCarthy ran unchecked for a terribly long time.
Only one quarter of the marriages in the 1950s ended in divorce, but that is not necessarily an indicator of happiness. Many women and children were trapped in unhappy or abusive homes. They had no recourse, and no prospect of escape. Abused children were lucky in a way, or at least luckier than their mothers. The children would eventually grow up, and could then go out and find their own home, their own family. The wives were stuck. If they left, supporting themselves financially seemed an insurmountable task. Adding that to the knowledge we have today concerning the psychological effects of long-term abuse, there was no way out for them. A poor marriage choice in their late teens could, often did, haunt them for the rest of their lives. The advice given to wives and mothers by the popular media reinforced that they were important only for what they could do for others. Women must submit to their husbands and cater to every whim of these powerful beings. Mothers must give their children every opportunity for early independence. The nuclear family was celebrated, as long as it consisted of a father, mother, and minor children. Grandparents were allowed, but if they could not care for themselves, they were to be shunted off to a nursing home or other facility. Extended family didn't matter much. They might distract the wife and mother from her own family. Friends were even more strongly discouraged. A woman was a wife. If she was lucky, she was a mother. Anything else was a failure.
The 1950s might look attractive at first glance, but one need only watch a sitcom from that era, paying close attention, to begin to see deep and disturbing problems with the idyllic picture presented. Those who think we should return to it, even parts of it, must be looked at with cautious skepticism at the least. There were some good things about life in the 1950s. There are some good things now. No time in history has ever been completely ideal; no time ever will be. We must be careful that, in reaching for additional good points, we do not end up clutching the bad points as well.
(moved from old blog)
Comments:
Wiz: Guess you'll just have to accept it...you're a good writer!!!!!
Hugs,
Wiz
Frink: Gotta go with Wiz on this one: I really liked it! Well thought out.
Aibrean: Yep, I "third" that! Great job, Beccaie!
aubri
Me: I'm working on accepting it. It's just that I know I wrote this paper in about 1.5 hours, and finished it with practically no time to spare. I KNOW I didn't put much thought into it. Orginazation? HA! If I thought of something, I typed it, until I hit 3 pages. Figured I'd go back later to organize and otherwise polish it. I wonder what would happen if I really worked on a paper? lol
Have I told you all about the last paper I had to write in high school? It was for AP/Honors English, 10 pages. Mine was comparing _Hamlet_ and _Macbeth_. I got an A. I still haven't read Macbeth.
Aibrean: LOL! Beccaie... I remember those days as well! I often wonder if I'd gotten even better grades if I'd worked harder... then again, I might've OVER-thought it. Of course, there's a difference between carelessness and natural ability -- I think you just have to come to grips that you're a natural, baby! ;-)
Moonie: Great paper Beccaie! :)
Bonnie: Wonderful! Beccaie, you are a very good writer!
But it didn't. For one thing, he grades in blue. More surprising were his comments on the last page. "Good paper; description. No rewrite necessary. On A track."
This used to happen to me in high school sometimes. I'd turn in a paper that I knew to be substandard, and I'd get it back with a flaming red A. And so my perpetual writing puzzles returns: Am I really that good, or does the professor just have no standards?"
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(the paper, if you're curious. It was on the myth of the normal family, i.e. 1950s, Leave It To Beaver, Father Knows Best, etc.)
The 1950s are a popular focus of nostalgia in today’s society. People seem divided into two camps. There are those who feel the tug of that nostalgia and revel in it. Then there is the group that may or may not feel that pull, but resist is with every ounce of reason they possess. Danielle Crittenden, in her persuasive essay, “About Marriage,” is clearly an example of the people who approve of the 1950s. Although she agrees that America couldn't return to that decade exactly as it was, and wouldn't want to, she argues that we could greatly improve the present by bringing back many of the attitudes and roles of that time. She blames feminists for the current height of the divorce rate, refusing to acknowledge that there might be a larger underlying reason. A modern
marriage, where both partners share equally in all aspects of bread-winning, home care, and parenting seems like science fiction, or even fantasy, to her. Crittenden suggests that 1950s society had the right idea with its gender-based division of labor. She does concede that women of today would not be willing to go back entirely. However, she posits that modern women wouldn't be stuck in the home, as trapped as flies stuck to gluey flypaper, as were the housewives and mothers of the stereotypical 1950s were. Today, women would be able to connect with the outside world through their computers, enabling them to take a part-time job, or work from home … once their children start school. Of course, their primary, perhaps their only, career would naturally be as a wife and mother.
In “What We Really Miss About the 1950s,” Stephanie Coontz takes a much more analytical look at that time. She finds good things there, lots of them. The work week was shorter. Jobs were more secure because corporations stayed in one place instead of moving about constantly, searching for the cheapest labor force. Houses were more affordable in the 1950s, and wages were rising quickly. College was an option for many, especially for returning and former members of the military, but good-paying jobs could be had without a degree. The minimum wage would support a family of three at a rate about the poverty level! Perhaps the most seductive trait of that decade was the hope that seemed prevalent. Coming out of the two terrible decades of the 1930s and 1940s, the future seemed very bright after 1950.
Coontz goes on. Unlike Crittenden, she is not content to stop with this sunny picture. She excavates just a small layer deeper, until the darker underside of this nostalgic ideal is exposed. Racism was rampant. Discrimination against minorities of any type was the norm. The “ideal” applied only to upper- and middle-class white families. Blacks, Latinos, recent immigrants, homosexuals, Jews and other non-Christians, political minorities, and women who did not conform were judged harshly and often. Jobs that could support them and their families were difficult, sometimes impossible, to come by. Race riots happened in nearly every major city. The communist witch hunts spearheaded by Senator Joseph McCarthy ran unchecked for a terribly long time.
Only one quarter of the marriages in the 1950s ended in divorce, but that is not necessarily an indicator of happiness. Many women and children were trapped in unhappy or abusive homes. They had no recourse, and no prospect of escape. Abused children were lucky in a way, or at least luckier than their mothers. The children would eventually grow up, and could then go out and find their own home, their own family. The wives were stuck. If they left, supporting themselves financially seemed an insurmountable task. Adding that to the knowledge we have today concerning the psychological effects of long-term abuse, there was no way out for them. A poor marriage choice in their late teens could, often did, haunt them for the rest of their lives. The advice given to wives and mothers by the popular media reinforced that they were important only for what they could do for others. Women must submit to their husbands and cater to every whim of these powerful beings. Mothers must give their children every opportunity for early independence. The nuclear family was celebrated, as long as it consisted of a father, mother, and minor children. Grandparents were allowed, but if they could not care for themselves, they were to be shunted off to a nursing home or other facility. Extended family didn't matter much. They might distract the wife and mother from her own family. Friends were even more strongly discouraged. A woman was a wife. If she was lucky, she was a mother. Anything else was a failure.
The 1950s might look attractive at first glance, but one need only watch a sitcom from that era, paying close attention, to begin to see deep and disturbing problems with the idyllic picture presented. Those who think we should return to it, even parts of it, must be looked at with cautious skepticism at the least. There were some good things about life in the 1950s. There are some good things now. No time in history has ever been completely ideal; no time ever will be. We must be careful that, in reaching for additional good points, we do not end up clutching the bad points as well.
(moved from old blog)
Comments:
Wiz: Guess you'll just have to accept it...you're a good writer!!!!!
Hugs,
Wiz
Frink: Gotta go with Wiz on this one: I really liked it! Well thought out.
Aibrean: Yep, I "third" that! Great job, Beccaie!
aubri
Me: I'm working on accepting it. It's just that I know I wrote this paper in about 1.5 hours, and finished it with practically no time to spare. I KNOW I didn't put much thought into it. Orginazation? HA! If I thought of something, I typed it, until I hit 3 pages. Figured I'd go back later to organize and otherwise polish it. I wonder what would happen if I really worked on a paper? lol
Have I told you all about the last paper I had to write in high school? It was for AP/Honors English, 10 pages. Mine was comparing _Hamlet_ and _Macbeth_. I got an A. I still haven't read Macbeth.
Aibrean: LOL! Beccaie... I remember those days as well! I often wonder if I'd gotten even better grades if I'd worked harder... then again, I might've OVER-thought it. Of course, there's a difference between carelessness and natural ability -- I think you just have to come to grips that you're a natural, baby! ;-)
Moonie: Great paper Beccaie! :)
Bonnie: Wonderful! Beccaie, you are a very good writer!
Monday, July 24, 2006
A Nicer, Less Melancholy Essay
Everyone seemed to like the last essay from Composition class that I posted, so here's another one. I got an A on this one, too, and it's a little happier. Also, it's set in Bayfield, WI, so if you like it, you'll want to be sure to come to that Moot. Whenever it ends up being. 2010? 2011? We'll see. (Just doing a little advanced publicity. :-) )
Waking was leisurely this morning, a rare treat. Up, dressed, ready to face the day, I open the blinds. The sun shines into the room, steadily, strongly, with determination. "It may be nearly winter," it seems to say, "but these are daylight hours, and daylight you shall have!" The light streams in, brightening the whole room and rendering lamps redundant. Today there is no danger that the sun will desert me to play hide and seek with the clouds.
I open the door and step onto the balcony, and a gentle wind wafts the brisk air towards me, fresh and clean, blown right off the lake. There is no fresher, better air than this, on the edge of a lake, surrounded by forests. I could stand here forever and revel in the scent, like a connoisseur who has finally found the perfect wine, but there is work to be done, and the wind is chill. I return to my room, but leave the screen door open in rebellion.
Pulling a table and chair to the window, I begin to sew. Beaded cross-stitch should be relaxing, but I have started late and am concerned that the project won't be done in time for Christmas. As I work, the sun shines in, cheerily encouraging. The wind puffs by to check on my progress. A glance out the window reveals two islands floating contentedly on the lake. The have been there for centuries and have no plans to move. Peace returns to my soul. I pause for a moment to glory in my solitude, rejoicing in the lack of family chaos, or even plans with friends. My worries flee as the waves and cormorants call in the distance, reminding me that this, this is paradise found.
After several hours of communing and conversing with nature, diligently sewing all the while, I take a break. I fix brunch, or lunch, or afternoon tea -- some sort of meal; the title matters little. I turn on the TV for a bit and find a channel running a marathon of a favorite show. This quiet familiarity nurtures the peace and calm that nature planted earlier.
The light begins to fade. Betrayed, I look up to find the sun, but quickly realize that it is setting. A magnificent array of colors on the horizon apologizes for the sun's unwelcome departure. To compensate, the wind picks up, but the temperature has dropped with the sun. Regretfully, I begin to close up for the night. The marathon ends. Clearly the world thinks I should go to bed, and I do so. But I lie awake for a long time, savoring the dregs of my best Thanksgiving ever.
(moved from old blog)Comments:
Wiz: Oh Beccaie!!! I love it!!!!
Hugs to ya!
Wiz
Bonnie: Wow Beccaie. That is awesome. Great job!
Frink: What a delightful way to spend a holiday. I'd be thankful, that's for sure!!
Aibrean: I feel like I was right there with you! Looking forward to that future-moot! :-)
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Essay for Composition Class. Opinions Please?
Okay, this is an essay I wrote for my Composition class. I was a little surprised by the positive response it got from my classmates and prof, regarding the quality of the writing at least, if not the subject matter. Nothing like a depressing essay to start off the school day, right?
Since there are several good writers on my Yahoo! friends list, I thought I'd ask what you guys think. Warning: It is, or can be, rather depressing. Feel free to skip it. So without further ado...
It often seems my life could be measured in funerals. True, most people use birthdays to gauge the passage of time. Some move a lot and so tie milestones to where they were living. Many children date important events in their lives by their grade in school at the time. However, the most prominent meter, to me, is death.
The first funeral I remember took place when I was six. It wasn't the first I had attended, of course; we were burying the last of my grandparents. Vague confusion shrouds those events, becoming my most indelible memory of that time. There was a lot of "playing quietly" on the floor of various rooms: a hospital waiting room; an elderly neighbor's living room; a quiet, dim office; more waiting rooms. Seemingly pointless meanderings occupied more of our time. The tradition of "near family" marching in and out of the chapel three times in one service may never make any sense to me. Surely there was a floral arrangement "from the grandchildren," but I – the oldest grandchild – don't even recall flowers.
The next major funeral in my life occurred ten years later, upon the death of my father. Any lingering questions or puzzles were solved on this round, as I was one of the major planners of this event – no playing quietly this time. Many waiting rooms still held me captive at times, but they weren't so anonymous. I always knew exactly where I was, and why I was there. Escape was also possible, though typically the only place to which I could escape was another room in the hospital. Several different hospitals became familiar places, as death took much longer to arrive this time, loitering elsewhere for years before deigning to make an appearance.
Once at the funeral home, no waiting occurred at all. The funeral director, spray-starched and obsequious, attended to us immediately. We toured the public rooms of the building, discussing options along the way. Would the red room be best, or perhaps the gold? Silly questions, bereft of any deeper meaning. Obituaries were planned and placed, although I believe the director was disappointed in our choices. A casket was chosen. Hymns were discussed, a quiet irony, as my father never sang. Flowers were planned, although vegetables might have been more appropriate, given his preferences in gardening.
Then it was onward to the planning of the service itself, the order and logistics. Pointless peregrinations were promptly prohibited; no wandering about for this family. We all know the casket is going to be closed. Frankly, it would be a bit more disturbing if it was buried open! Our firmness on this point occasioned more discreet disapproval from the funeral director. Females are supposed to leave the chapel, lest they faint at the sight of the lid shutting. Strong-minded, strong-willed, strong-stomached women were obviously not covered in his Funeral Directors’ Manual. Likewise, our decision to use our own car in the procession shocked him. No limo? How can this be? In the end, this break in tradition was only allowed when we agreed to find a driver who was not part of the immediate family. Again, females must be too distraught to drive.
There have been many more funerals over the years: aunts and uncles who took the place of grandparents in my life; cousins; some friends. None impinged on my life so closely as those detailed above. More are sure to follow, even after I leave school, find a permanent home, stop counting birthdays, and I will continue to date events by them. "Oh, that was the year my grandmother died."
(moved from old blog)
Comments:
Wiz: From a non-writer's perspective, well done. I could see myself at the places you mentioned. A somewhat bewildered child, just doing as she was told. Yet as the adult, taking control of the situation.
No surprise to me on the positive response at school...
Hugs to ya!
Aibrean: Beccaie, it is a very good essay. I particularly liked your "P" alliteration in that one sentence! I find it melancholy, sad even, but it did not depress me. There is much said here, if subtly, about the turnings of Life. If you ever need to expand on it, I think you have several good ways to go with it. I give it a resounding "A!" :-)
Great job!
Hugs too!
lisabelle
Rayna: Oh Becc....I thought it was just wonderful, in a bittersweet way...I love to read about self discovery and self proclomation. You measure by funerals....I think it's a very sensitive way to look at things, and it is very much the Mini-Moot Mobile driver that I know...you view the passage of time with the passage of souls, which is an insight into the level of caring you have for the people around you. Delightfully well written, wonderful flow, you should be proud and you better get a good grade!
Me: Thanks for the input guys (gals?). Sorry it's taken me so long to respond. I got the paper back today, and I did get an A. :D Now if I can just do that well on the final... I took it this morning, but I don't have a good feel for how I did on it. Hate that. But the grades will be posted on Thursday, so there's not _too_ much waiting.
Frink: Not surprised you got an 'A' on this, Beccaie! Your description of the funeral director was spot on. Brought back a similar time in my life -- great job!
Since there are several good writers on my Yahoo! friends list, I thought I'd ask what you guys think. Warning: It is, or can be, rather depressing. Feel free to skip it. So without further ado...
It often seems my life could be measured in funerals. True, most people use birthdays to gauge the passage of time. Some move a lot and so tie milestones to where they were living. Many children date important events in their lives by their grade in school at the time. However, the most prominent meter, to me, is death.
The first funeral I remember took place when I was six. It wasn't the first I had attended, of course; we were burying the last of my grandparents. Vague confusion shrouds those events, becoming my most indelible memory of that time. There was a lot of "playing quietly" on the floor of various rooms: a hospital waiting room; an elderly neighbor's living room; a quiet, dim office; more waiting rooms. Seemingly pointless meanderings occupied more of our time. The tradition of "near family" marching in and out of the chapel three times in one service may never make any sense to me. Surely there was a floral arrangement "from the grandchildren," but I – the oldest grandchild – don't even recall flowers.
The next major funeral in my life occurred ten years later, upon the death of my father. Any lingering questions or puzzles were solved on this round, as I was one of the major planners of this event – no playing quietly this time. Many waiting rooms still held me captive at times, but they weren't so anonymous. I always knew exactly where I was, and why I was there. Escape was also possible, though typically the only place to which I could escape was another room in the hospital. Several different hospitals became familiar places, as death took much longer to arrive this time, loitering elsewhere for years before deigning to make an appearance.
Once at the funeral home, no waiting occurred at all. The funeral director, spray-starched and obsequious, attended to us immediately. We toured the public rooms of the building, discussing options along the way. Would the red room be best, or perhaps the gold? Silly questions, bereft of any deeper meaning. Obituaries were planned and placed, although I believe the director was disappointed in our choices. A casket was chosen. Hymns were discussed, a quiet irony, as my father never sang. Flowers were planned, although vegetables might have been more appropriate, given his preferences in gardening.
Then it was onward to the planning of the service itself, the order and logistics. Pointless peregrinations were promptly prohibited; no wandering about for this family. We all know the casket is going to be closed. Frankly, it would be a bit more disturbing if it was buried open! Our firmness on this point occasioned more discreet disapproval from the funeral director. Females are supposed to leave the chapel, lest they faint at the sight of the lid shutting. Strong-minded, strong-willed, strong-stomached women were obviously not covered in his Funeral Directors’ Manual. Likewise, our decision to use our own car in the procession shocked him. No limo? How can this be? In the end, this break in tradition was only allowed when we agreed to find a driver who was not part of the immediate family. Again, females must be too distraught to drive.
There have been many more funerals over the years: aunts and uncles who took the place of grandparents in my life; cousins; some friends. None impinged on my life so closely as those detailed above. More are sure to follow, even after I leave school, find a permanent home, stop counting birthdays, and I will continue to date events by them. "Oh, that was the year my grandmother died."
(moved from old blog)
Comments:
Wiz: From a non-writer's perspective, well done. I could see myself at the places you mentioned. A somewhat bewildered child, just doing as she was told. Yet as the adult, taking control of the situation.
No surprise to me on the positive response at school...
Hugs to ya!
Aibrean: Beccaie, it is a very good essay. I particularly liked your "P" alliteration in that one sentence! I find it melancholy, sad even, but it did not depress me. There is much said here, if subtly, about the turnings of Life. If you ever need to expand on it, I think you have several good ways to go with it. I give it a resounding "A!" :-)
Great job!
Hugs too!
lisabelle
Rayna: Oh Becc....I thought it was just wonderful, in a bittersweet way...I love to read about self discovery and self proclomation. You measure by funerals....I think it's a very sensitive way to look at things, and it is very much the Mini-Moot Mobile driver that I know...you view the passage of time with the passage of souls, which is an insight into the level of caring you have for the people around you. Delightfully well written, wonderful flow, you should be proud and you better get a good grade!
Me: Thanks for the input guys (gals?). Sorry it's taken me so long to respond. I got the paper back today, and I did get an A. :D Now if I can just do that well on the final... I took it this morning, but I don't have a good feel for how I did on it. Hate that. But the grades will be posted on Thursday, so there's not _too_ much waiting.
Frink: Not surprised you got an 'A' on this, Beccaie! Your description of the funeral director was spot on. Brought back a similar time in my life -- great job!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Halfway There
Well, I've made it to the end of Week 4 of Summer Session A. (It's only the end of Week 2 in Summer B.) Both summer sessions are only 8 weeks long, so there's not too much farther to go. In a way that's good, and in another way it's really strange.
I think I overloaded myself a bit this semester, so I will be glad when Session A is done and I only have my math class for the last 2 weeks of Session B. On the other hand, so far we've only had 1 exam and 1 lab practical in biology. According to the syllabus, we're going to have 3 exams, plus the final, and 2 lab practicals. That's a lot of tests to squeeze into the second half of the term! It's the same thing in composition. I don't know how many worksheets and little paragraphs we're going to have, but there are supposed to be 4 papers, and we've only done one.
So if I disappear entirely during July, just look under that big pile of books in the corner.
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Comments:
Wiz: Wow, you do have a load this summer. However, we all KNOW you'll do great!!!!
hugs,
Wiz
Aibrean: Hear, hear! Wiz speaks the truth! You're doing an awesome job, Beccaie, and we're all so proud of you! aubri
AmyGaladriel: Beccaie, I am so excited for you! I know you will do GREAT!!
Love, ya!
Amy
I think I overloaded myself a bit this semester, so I will be glad when Session A is done and I only have my math class for the last 2 weeks of Session B. On the other hand, so far we've only had 1 exam and 1 lab practical in biology. According to the syllabus, we're going to have 3 exams, plus the final, and 2 lab practicals. That's a lot of tests to squeeze into the second half of the term! It's the same thing in composition. I don't know how many worksheets and little paragraphs we're going to have, but there are supposed to be 4 papers, and we've only done one.
So if I disappear entirely during July, just look under that big pile of books in the corner.
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Comments:
Wiz: Wow, you do have a load this summer. However, we all KNOW you'll do great!!!!
hugs,
Wiz
Aibrean: Hear, hear! Wiz speaks the truth! You're doing an awesome job, Beccaie, and we're all so proud of you! aubri
AmyGaladriel: Beccaie, I am so excited for you! I know you will do GREAT!!
Love, ya!
Amy
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Random Oddness
I just flipped my day-by-day calendar (LOTR, Trilogy). Today is a picture of one of Gandalf's bigger fireworks. The oddness comes in because this morning the news was closely following a big fire in an (possibly illegal, they weren't sure) fireworks store/warehouse just over the state border.
PSA: If you must set off fireworks yourself, BE CAREFUL!!!
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Comments:
Aibrean: Ooh! I heard about that on the news!
They've recently changed the law down here so that Hoosiers can actually set off fireworks -- it'll be interesting to see if that affects the number of accidents around July 4th! :-p
aubri
PSA: If you must set off fireworks yourself, BE CAREFUL!!!
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Comments:
Aibrean: Ooh! I heard about that on the news!
They've recently changed the law down here so that Hoosiers can actually set off fireworks -- it'll be interesting to see if that affects the number of accidents around July 4th! :-p
aubri
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Biology Class
Was biology class always this interesting? Most of what I remember from it in high school was not being able to see through the microscope, and the teacher, Mr. Young, who was anything but. He'd taught both of my parents biology when they were in high school. He stuck around long enough to teach my younger sister, and then retired. He was ... how to put this politely ... quite a character. He was fun, in some ways, and just out-and-out weird in others. I don't know if he'd ever had much enthusiasm for biology, or if he'd just learned that it was a waste of effort to be excited about science when teaching in a high school, but the classes don't stand out in my mind much at all.
My biology professor right now is quite different. She specializes in botany, but really brings a level of enthusiasm to the class that I have never connected with science. She teaches here part-time, and works part-time as a botonist at the Field Museum of Natural History, downtown. She found out yesterday that her grant, which she's "been working towards all [her] life," has been approved. She's funded for 3 years of botanical studies in the Himalayan Mountains, mostly in China. She's just about over the moon. It's really fun to watch. Today a couple of us brought "congratulations" cards for her, and she got positively giddy. "It's better than Christmas!" was one of her comments.
I can't imagine Mr. Young getting that excited about anything.
One downside, at least for future biology students, is that she'll no longer be teaching. This is the second really great professor I've had who will no longer be teaching after August. It's kind of sad, but as long as I can keep getting the good ones before they leave, I guess I'll be all right.
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Comments:
Aibrean: That's pretty exciting, Beccaie! I'm glad you got to have her as a prof before she left!!
Rayna: Becc...in case I have failed to let you know...I am so very proud of you for going back to school and working so hard. I just know that you are bound for bigger and better things!
Me: *blush* Thanks Rayna. It was really scary to go back, but now that I'm actually in classes, I'm pretty much loving it. And yep, it is pretty exciting, Lisa. I'll have to remember to Google her in a couple of years and see what's going on with it.
My biology professor right now is quite different. She specializes in botany, but really brings a level of enthusiasm to the class that I have never connected with science. She teaches here part-time, and works part-time as a botonist at the Field Museum of Natural History, downtown. She found out yesterday that her grant, which she's "been working towards all [her] life," has been approved. She's funded for 3 years of botanical studies in the Himalayan Mountains, mostly in China. She's just about over the moon. It's really fun to watch. Today a couple of us brought "congratulations" cards for her, and she got positively giddy. "It's better than Christmas!" was one of her comments.
I can't imagine Mr. Young getting that excited about anything.
One downside, at least for future biology students, is that she'll no longer be teaching. This is the second really great professor I've had who will no longer be teaching after August. It's kind of sad, but as long as I can keep getting the good ones before they leave, I guess I'll be all right.
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Comments:
Aibrean: That's pretty exciting, Beccaie! I'm glad you got to have her as a prof before she left!!
Rayna: Becc...in case I have failed to let you know...I am so very proud of you for going back to school and working so hard. I just know that you are bound for bigger and better things!
Me: *blush* Thanks Rayna. It was really scary to go back, but now that I'm actually in classes, I'm pretty much loving it. And yep, it is pretty exciting, Lisa. I'll have to remember to Google her in a couple of years and see what's going on with it.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
School Stuff
I'm used to doing well in school. Last semester I got straight A's with little effort. I may have a heavy courseload for this 8-week (accelerated) session, but I am reasonably confident that I will be able to do well.
One of my courses is "Using Computers." No, not very challenging, but it's required for my degree. I'm taking it as independent study, since I'm reasonably well versed in computer use already. When I turn in homework, it is mailed back to me. (So far I've got 136.5 out of 128, with extra credit included.) I took my first test on Wednesday, and just received the results in the mail today. There's a comment on the score sheet: "The highest score ever recorded for this exam. Congratulations!" And I got 1 wrong. That seems very strange. And a little bit disturbing. The class has been around for years. NO ONE ever got a perfect score?
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One of my courses is "Using Computers." No, not very challenging, but it's required for my degree. I'm taking it as independent study, since I'm reasonably well versed in computer use already. When I turn in homework, it is mailed back to me. (So far I've got 136.5 out of 128, with extra credit included.) I took my first test on Wednesday, and just received the results in the mail today. There's a comment on the score sheet: "The highest score ever recorded for this exam. Congratulations!" And I got 1 wrong. That seems very strange. And a little bit disturbing. The class has been around for years. NO ONE ever got a perfect score?
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Sunday, June 4, 2006
Poll
Just out of curiosity, would anyone ever consider a major moot date during May - September? I'd love to bring everyone to Bayfield, WI, but March and April are not options in that climate. Thanks!
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Comments:
Frink: I've always wanted to see that area of the country. Could we bring family? Great idea, Bec!
Me: Whoops! Didn't even realize there was a place for comments until I saw Rayna's blog. Sorry for the tardy response.
Yep, families would definitely be possible if you want. The place I would like us to stay is an old-style motel (It's a VERY small town!), and only allows groups to reserve 10 rooms (4 of which are practically small houses). So if you want to bring family, you will probably have to reserve your own room, in addition to the group's rooms. And this place books up fast, often a year in advance. And they require a deposit. But if you can work with those circumstances, there's another 20 rooms or so that should be available. Yep, the 30-room motel is the biggest in town. :-)
Me: Oops. They have 32 rooms. ;-)
If you're interested:
Motel -- http://www.seagullbay.com/
Town -- http://www.bayfield.org/
Popular restaurants, a 10 minute walk or 3 minute drive from the motel --
http://www.eggtoss-bayfield.com/ (breakfast & bakery)
www.maggies-bayfield.com (lunch & dinner, and VERY pink)
A fancier, more expensive restaurant, but still easy driving distance -
http://www.wildricerestaurant.com/ (dinner only)
Bayfield is the home of the Apostle Islands National Lakeshore (run by the National Park Service). I'd love for us to take a cruise around the islands on Saturday, as our group activity. If everyone is okay with boats.
Cruise Service -- http://www.apostleisland.com/
National Lakeshore -- www.nps.gov/apis/index.htm
No, I haven't put any thought into this. Why do you ask? ;-)
AmyGaladriel: This is sad. I live in Wisconsin and I have never been up that far! I even used to live in Upper Michigan for a couple of years. My mom and dad vacationed way up there. There is a beautiful bed and breakfast there that I'd like to go to with Bob sometime.
Me: Well next time I'm going, I'll just have to stop in Fond du Lac and kidnap you. ;-)
Just out of curiosity, would anyone ever consider a major moot date during May - September? I'd love to bring everyone to Bayfield, WI, but March and April are not options in that climate. Thanks!
Major Moot during May - September?
No: 0 votes
Yes: 6 votes
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Comments:
Frink: I've always wanted to see that area of the country. Could we bring family? Great idea, Bec!
Me: Whoops! Didn't even realize there was a place for comments until I saw Rayna's blog. Sorry for the tardy response.
Yep, families would definitely be possible if you want. The place I would like us to stay is an old-style motel (It's a VERY small town!), and only allows groups to reserve 10 rooms (4 of which are practically small houses). So if you want to bring family, you will probably have to reserve your own room, in addition to the group's rooms. And this place books up fast, often a year in advance. And they require a deposit. But if you can work with those circumstances, there's another 20 rooms or so that should be available. Yep, the 30-room motel is the biggest in town. :-)
Me: Oops. They have 32 rooms. ;-)
If you're interested:
Motel -- http://www.seagullbay.com/
Town -- http://www.bayfield.org/
Popular restaurants, a 10 minute walk or 3 minute drive from the motel --
http://www.eggtoss-bayfield.com/ (breakfast & bakery)
www.maggies-bayfield.com (lunch & dinner, and VERY pink)
A fancier, more expensive restaurant, but still easy driving distance -
http://www.wildricerestaurant.com/ (dinner only)
Bayfield is the home of the Apostle Islands National Lakeshore (run by the National Park Service). I'd love for us to take a cruise around the islands on Saturday, as our group activity. If everyone is okay with boats.
Cruise Service -- http://www.apostleisland.com/
National Lakeshore -- www.nps.gov/apis/index.htm
No, I haven't put any thought into this. Why do you ask? ;-)
AmyGaladriel: This is sad. I live in Wisconsin and I have never been up that far! I even used to live in Upper Michigan for a couple of years. My mom and dad vacationed way up there. There is a beautiful bed and breakfast there that I'd like to go to with Bob sometime.
Me: Well next time I'm going, I'll just have to stop in Fond du Lac and kidnap you. ;-)
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