Excellent Point. The challenge lies in getting the HS Institutions to change.
I’m working hard on my next literacy post:
Meanwhile, this occurred to me on my walk just now, after pondering recent chats with my two kids who are currently in college:
- The schedule. No college has any class meet every day; no college schedule requires a student to be in class every hour of the school day. Many classes meet for 2 or 3 hours at a time.
- Homework expectations. It is assumed in most colleges that for every hour in class a student is expected to work at least an hour outside of class on reading, writing, research – often more.
- Writing. In all but the least demanding colleges, students are expected to write serious academic papers of at least 3-4 pages every few weeks in courses other than Languages or Math.
- Online work. In most of today’s college courses, there is a significant online component to the course.
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have you ever wondered why people ‘hate’ on you? i do wonder. im a little sad tonight because someone at work hates me. i see it in her eyes. im know its not supposed to matter. god, help me strong to not let it bother me, but it does, is it because im so happy? because good things just naturally happen for me? tonight when i when to shake her hand and say hello, she ignored me. okay. i get it. watch out. because i can play this game too…
I’m reblogging this because I know the guy who wrote it. I also like watching this stuff…Enjoy…
So, my son-in-law is in Dublin, Ireland, this week prepping to defend his MMA heavyweight title belt in a Saturday 5-rounder against challenger D. J. Linderman. Mike “300” Hayes (as in the gladiator movie) is the husband of my elder daughter, Meghan, and fights for the London-based Mixed Martial Arts organization Cage Warriors. They’re basically the British equivalent of UFC or Strikeforce and stage their tournaments everywhere except the U.S. Mike won his belt in Dubai back in March with a technically gorgeous inverted triangle and kimura. (Jiu-jitsu talk there.)
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“Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I’m going through”
It’s been so long since I have written in my blog, I don’t know where to start. I’d like to say it’s because I have been busy doing some new and exciting things. The truth is, I have been busy. I’m just not sure how exciting it is. I’ve been making some changes in my personal life. I am closing the doors on some things and opening the doors to other new things. The difficulty lies in knowing some doors must be closed, changes need to be made, no matter how painful it is.
Today is Mother’s Day. It’s just another day as far as I am concerned, but a day that can fill you with guilt if you let it. Actually, it’s another day on a list of many guilt-ridden days. There seems to be one of these days almost every month. There are religious holidays (Christmas, Easter), American holidays (Fourth of July, Memorial, & Labor Day), Special days (Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, & Father’s Day), and other personal days (Birthday, Anniversary), just to mention the obvious. All of these seem to carry so much weight – if you let them. I’m at the point in my life where I no longer allow the guilt to exist. For years I tried to please everyone either by doing everything I could to be there for them at their celebration or include them in mine. This usually led to a stress filled day going from house to house, sometimes 2 or 3 parties in one day. The other option was to host a celebration which included everyone. After all, we wouldn’t want to exclude anyone would we? So we ended up spending a lot of time and energy planning a party that seemed to get bigger and more expensive by the minute. The significance of spending important time with your loved ones seemed to get lost in the shuffle. So now I have a new challenge. How do you explain to my family not to feel guilty if they are unable to spend time with me on holidays? All of my children are now adults with families of their own. I remember how difficult it was running around from home to home on Christmas or Easter so I decided to let my kids off the hook. I told them all to relax and not worry about spending time with me on a specific holiday/occasion, after all, we do see each other on a regular basis so a holiday is just another day…The funny thing is, is that they are having a tough time with this request. Last Christmas I stated that we would not be hosting our usual Christmas Day celebration. Instead, we would have a quiet dinner on Christmas Eve for any one of our children and their immediate families (spouse & grandchildren) who did not have plans. It would not be a big deal. That way, each family could have their own Christmas morning tradition in their own homes. Well, it didn’t work…instead; Christmas Eve became a big party because so many of my children’s new extended families didn’t have plans either and wanted to spend time with us! Apparently they love our parties. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, who wouldn’t love a party where someone else takes care of all of the details? So much for a quiet dinner…The latest ‘guilt ridden’ day was today. As I mentioned earlier, today is Mother’s Day. Since my children now have a new ‘Mother’ (in-law), I suggested that we do something else on another day. So, last Tuesday, I invited my three daughters to join me at a spa. We had a pedi &mani (that’s pedicure and manicure for those of you who don’t indulge). After our pedi/mani we met the men at CPK and had dinner. So that was it – or so I thought…Apparently, my daughters prefer to spend time with their mom instead of their in-laws. So we sort of spent the day together. I had breakfast with two daughters (1&2), dinner with two (2&3), and dessert with all three (1,2,&3). Not only is my stomach full, my heart is too…
She lives deep down inside and only emerges when necessary. It’s not easy to come out, too many daily constraints. She wishes it was a little easier. Except it would probably be too much of a shock. Not to her, but to everyone else. You see, she is a fighter. She’s is biding her time until the clang – clang of the bell echoes in her head and she comes out ready for a fight. Recently she has come out to play more often. She’s been subdued for too long now. Like a super hero springing into action when she sees an injustice. Waiting to save the world…Go Babe Ruthless!
Random thoughts on a Girls’ get-away weekend…
Birthday celebration…hanging out with friends you can be yourself with…margaritas and rafts…lobby bar wedge…laughter…more margaritas…hurry and take our picture with the boat…who’s driving the boat…rubbing my belly…poolside….hot sun…okay, there is no way we can sleep two on these beds…one roll-a-way please…Tasmanian devils…cool water…special birthday gift…white jeans, short black skirt, & black capris…Mikado…yuck – old man & young girl…scoot over Missouri, you are too close…dancing at Costas…Jägermeister shots…what’s Jager?…come on let’s dance…negative energy…spiritual girl speaking in ‘tongues’…louis vuitton…Red Bull gave me wings…definitely need to do this again…