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Long Rant About Ignorance

The whole thing started off yesterday, when Luigi, my 3rd grader, told me about a spelling game they play in class. The students line up, the teacher says a word and as a group, the students spell out the word, each taking their turn at the next letter. If you get the letter wrong, you sit down and you're out of the game. The last person left standing is the winner & they get a prize. Cool beans! Makes sense & it's a good incentive for learning.

Now, here's the catch. If you're the person who says the last letter of the word, you're also out. How is that fair? How is that right? You correctly answer the question and you're punished for it? Yeah... okay then.... And then Luigi informed me that they play this game 2 or 3 times a week and so far he's been one of the "winners" a grand total of 3 times. There are only 6 kids in his class so this number is outrageous to me.

Apparently Luigi shares the same enthusiasm over losing and missing out on a prize. He was being stubborn about something and his teacher had the nerve to say "You're just mad because you didn't win the game." Yeah... well I'd be mad, too. And actually... I am.

After that discussion, he handed me a note. It was a letter that he had written to me as part of his punishment for his atrocious behavior at school yesterday. In addition to having to write this letter (and have it signed) he wasn't allowed to play at recess. Care to guess what he did? You'll never in a million years guess.

Luigi.... was holding his breath. Yeah... that's all. Just holding his breath. No apparent reason. Just sitting at his desk... minding his own business & holding his breath. Here's how our conversation went:
Luigi: Are you mad?
Me: No. Just don't do it again if she has such a problem with it. What exactly did she say to you?
Luigi: She said "do you think that's funny?!?!?"
Me: What'd you say?
Luigi: *shrugs*
Me: You should've just been honest and said yes.
Luigi: *giggles* I did.
Me: Well good. She shouldn't have asked such a stupid question.

Okay... so that's all fine and good. Maybe something about what he was doing was disrupting the class. I don't know. The recess thing kinda ticks me off, too. But what really makes me mad is this letter. It said something like "Dear Mom. I am writing to tell you that I got in trouble today for holding my breath. I should not do this. I could pass out and have to be taken to the hospital. I could also die. Now I know why I should not hold my breath and I will not do it again."

It was at this point that I realized that he was lectured about how dangerous it is to hold his breath. It was also at this point that what I've been saying this entire school year was confirmed! His teacher, is an idiot!!

Hello!! McFly!!! You absolutely cannot die from holding your breath. Not unless you were to pass out and hit your head on something. And in that case, your death would be caused from a fall, not from holding your breath. If he were strangling himself, totally different scenario! But your body is equipped to say "Alright, you're being an idiot. I'll take over from here." And at that point you will either gasp for air or you will, in fact, pass out. (I would bet $1,000 that 95% of the people in the world do not have the will power to hold their breath to this extent.)

Next up came his math homework. "The school has 14 books. There are 3 classrooms. Divide the books equally between the classrooms and give the left overs to the library."

So, being the math whiz that he is.... He says "That's 4 books per class and 2 for the library." Good job. Problem solved. Move on.

No. No. No. First he has to draw a picture and separate the books into groups. When I see him drawing these pictures, I always imagine him being an accountant and drawing a thousand little pictures of dollar signs on his notepad, dividing them into groups and counting them. It's just ridiculous!!

So, after he draws the picture, he has to write sentences to explain the steps he took to figure out the answer. THEN he has to explain WHY he took those steps. BTW, this caused a 5 minute discussion about why it's not okay to simply write "Because it's the right way to do it." LOL

That simple little math problem, the one he answered in 10 seconds, took 45 minutes. Fifteen minutes were spent on him trying to explain to me how his teacher wanted him to do the problem. (Which was TOTALLY jacked up) Another fifteen were spent on me trying to explain that mathematics is the one and only universal thing on Earth with a couple "Your teacher is a moron"'s thrown in there for good measure. Five minutes explaining the polite way to tell his teacher that she can feel free to give me a call!!!!!!!! And the rest of the time trying to come up with a reason besides "Because it's the right way to do it."

This isn't the first time that he's come to me with math problems and explained the genius way his teacher wants him to solve the problem. My biggest issue is that the things he's learning NOW are just the basics that will be needed in the future. It ticks me off to no end to know that she's teaching him the incorrect way to figure out problems and he'll have to relearn all of those skills, the right way.

Okay... Last part of this rant. There are MANY more examples that I'd love to share with you but at this point, my post is already way overdue for an ending.

This year, they've started learning cursive handwriting. Now, think back to when you were in school. Do you remember the big letters that they put above the chalkboard? The ones that demonstrated the correct way to write letters? The ones that, even though it's been 20+ years since you stared at those letters for 7 hours a day, the image is still imprinted in your brain?

Okay... now... imagine that I told you that even though you see those letters all day, every day, you are NOT allowed to write the letters in the same manner that you're seeing them. No. No. No. You must refer to the handwriting book that you've been given.

To me, that's the equivalent of putting a huge poster on the wall that says 2+2=5 and then expecting the students to just remember that the answer is incorrect.

Why???? WHY would you do that????????

End Rant...

Oh hey -- BTW -- I put up the new Site of the Week & Post of the Week at Text Imps yesterday. Make sure you check it out. And pay VERY close attention to the Site of the Week. It's important!

ETA: I should also point out that I love teachers! I think they're under appreciated and under payed. I'm just saying..... this one..... Luh-who-zuh-her!
Posted on 1:52 PM by Chris and filed under , , , , , , , | 13 Comments »

Some Screenshots

Holy Frozen Snotcicles!!!
It's cold!!!
Didn't I tell you it was cold?!?
The SS is from 2am, but the temp is almost exactly the same now at 2pm.



And here's a screenshot about the post from the other day about Seacrest congratulating the blind dude on American Idol. The dude's an awesome singer by the way.



Last night's audition show wasn't any better. I hate this new format. 4 singers in an hour sucks!!

And what's with this new judge? I don't like her at all. She seems to have that "my shit don't stink" attitude. The only time I like her is when her and Paula gang up on Simon.

I like Simon by the way. I don't think I've ever disagreed with any of his comments about singers. I mean, either you're good... or y'aint.

The Ol' Man said last night that if it were him doing the judging, he'd be far harsher than Simon. IMO, they should change judging. Don't scream at the person who's auditioning. Instead, ream the guy who came to support the singer. How in the hell can you encourage your friend to go out and make a fool of himself? It just aint right!
Posted on 2:24 PM by Chris and filed under , , , | 3 Comments »

Ya Big Sissy

I love The Ol' Man dearly. I really do!! But sometimes I just want to stick my shoe straight up his ass!!!

For those who are unaware, it's freakin cold here today!! So cold that the kids were sent home early from school. So cold that The Ol' Man's load (he's a truck driver) was canceled for fear of the truck breaking down and him freezing to death in the 20 to 30 below windchill.

So last night, like every other cold winter night, I set my alarm and got up every 2 hours to check the fire. (Oh how I wish I had a normal furnace... you lucky bastards) And as normal, on the super super cold nights, I also left water running all over the house and flushed the toilet each time I got up so we wouldn't have to deal with frozen pipes.

Last night, the alarm rarely woke me up. I was up all night with Frogger. I don't know what her deal was but she just didn't want to sleep.

My family was nice and toasty all night long. And I was nice and toasty when, at 8am, I decided that I was going to bed and The Ol' Man could deal with the baby and the fire and all that good stuff.

Jump to 4 hours later. I wake up and I'm freezing!!! Get up, open the stove door and NO FIRE!!! What in theeeee hell!?!?

I can wake myself from wonderful sleeps and beautiful dreams just to make sure everyone is warm but you can't get your ass out of the chair and put a couple logs in the fire? You couldn't stop on your way to the bathroom where you shut off the running water (Derrrr) and put a log or 2 in there? DUDE!!!!!

Cut to 2 hours later....
I'm nice and toasty warm again, sitting here going through my feed reader and I look over at The Ol' Man who's sitting in his recliner watching a cartoon movie.... and crying!!!

"HEY?"
"Huh?"
"Are you still watching 'that cartoon'?"
"Yes"
"Are you seriously crying?"
"Shut up!!!"

LMAO -- Big sissy
And that's why I love him and why he can get away with not keeping the fire going.
Posted on 3:20 PM by Chris and filed under , , , | 4 Comments »

Chair Thief

Earlier, Frogger started crying so I went to her bed, changed her diaper and picked her up. After some "My mom's insane" talk and a few sweet little smiles, I went and sat in my recliner to feed her. All of a sudden, my butt started feeling wet.

Why??

Because Boogie had fallen asleep in the Ol' Man's chair while I was at the store today. Someone didn't feel the need to wake her up. Much easier to watch her while she's sleeping I suppose. Boogie is potty trained except when it comes to sleeping. She'd peed in his chair and rather than clean up the mess or get a towel to sleep on, the Ol' Man swapped chairs with me and didn't let me in on the fact that there was a piss puddle in my new chair.

Mighty nice of ya buddy...

I'm starting to see a pattern to my stories here. I wasn't sure what I was going to use this blog for, but I think I've figured it out. Maybe I should change the name to Coke On My Keyboard & Complaints On My Mind
Posted on 11:34 PM by Chris and filed under , | 0 Comments »

What's For Dinner

Friday
Me: I'm going to the grocery store. Is there anything in particular that you want?
Ol' Man: No, but don't forget that I'm going to the meat market on Monday.

Monday
Ol' Man: What's for dinner?
Me: Hot dogs, fries and mac-n-cheese.
Ol' Man: We don't have anything better?
Me: No, we don't have any meat. I only bought enough for the weekend.
Ol' Man: Oh.. okay. I'll go to the meat market in the morning.

Tuesday
Ol' Man: What's for dinner?
Me: Fish, shrimp & fries.
Ol' Man: Frozen stuff again?
Me: Ye-es. There's no meat.
Ol' Man: Oh.. okay. I'll go to the meat market in the morning.

Wednesday
Ol' Man: What's for dinner?
Me: What kind of meat did you put in the fridge?
Ol' Man: None of it. I put it all in the freezer.

Hey... at least he went to the meat market, right?
Posted on 10:52 PM by Chris and filed under , , | 3 Comments »

Why

Post number 2 and the beginning of the WHY?!? section.

WHY?!? does my husband find it so impossible to understand that food does not belong in the sink?

You'd think that after 9+ years of being bitched at about it and after having spent 3 hours under the house a week ago, snaking said food out of a plugged drain... that he'd get it!!!
Posted on 9:31 PM by Chris and filed under , | 0 Comments »