Amanda

I had a great day at school today!  I mean it, I really did.  I have great students for the most part.  My subject area just screams interesting.  Even boys can get into nutrition since they get to eat.  And I get to learn a lot too.  I am well informed on the New Food Guide Pyramid and know exactly how calories work.  I also can make one mean color wheel and know some basics of feng shui.  Now, let’s put all these things aside.  I have actually caught myself saying,"These kids today" which is not aloud unless you’re old and angry.  You’re probably wondering, "But Amanda, you just said you had a great day.." yes, yes I did and that’s because I have lowered by expectations.  Kids:absolutely no respect for anyone or anything.  If someone leaves something on their desk, it is free for the taking since no one is actually using it.  Listening to others does not happen.  And so I wonder why things are like this, why students are becoming worse and then….we have open house and it all becomes clear.  Parents are CRAZY!

Parents are befriending their kids instead of being disciplinarians.  They are feeding them fast food every day and asking us why they haven’t done their homework.  It is baffling really.  As a teacher, I have learned more about parenting then I care to know right now.  So people out there: anyone with children, buns in the oven, or a glimmer in someones eye….please, spend a day in public school and be afraid, be very afraid.

This is it.  My maiden blog voyage and from here the water is lookig a little mirky but just fine.  I am not the most computer saavy person but I manage.

To begin, I would like to inform you that America is going to you know where in a you know what.  Now, I am all about this country (freedom, speech,elections…blah blah blah) but people, we are seriously whack!  Take the old man who lives on the corner of my block.  I was out walking my ridiculously cute dog (not to be compared with Mr. Chips) and I rounded the curve when my dog went to sniff a small plant in the mans yard.  I do not like shit in my yard any better then the next person and that is why I have trained Sylus to go in a certain spot and not in yards of people who mow or weed or any of those yard keepy things.  So you will imagine my surprise when the man yelled at me from his porch: "Would you mind keeping your dog from going on my lawn.  It is hard to clean up."  You must say that last sentence not in a kind way but with the tone of a man who has probably been through Vietnam, has high blood pressure, never has sex anymore, is losing his drivers license and is out to get "those kids today."  So, I naturally ignored him and kept walking down the sidewalk.  Old Man became scary old man when he proceeded to get up from his lawn chair, walk out onto the sidewalk and watch me (hand on hip) proceed to the next street. Why do people become this bitter?!  AT another time, I would also like to rant about Middle Schoolers but I will wait for the time when there are no holidays in sight, no teacher work days left, and my hair has finally bgun to turn grey.

I would like to end my first blog with a wish, a wish for America:  I hope that when I am 78 years old, I have joined an old person club that takes bus trips to places like the Arboretum and the Mineral Museum, that I wear shaws even when the temp is just right for any other human being, that the wrinkles on my face are due to hours of laughter and smiling, and that when a dog ( a cute dog) trots into my yard- my even cuter dog runs out to play with it.