Monday, May 6, 2013
I do enjoy the position. I spent the better part of the last two decades working on college campuses, so I feel quite at home. I think of the campuses much like I think of the elementary school kids I used to work with. Some are small, some are big, some are fast, some are slow, some are skinny(Budgets) and some not so...but I think I like them all, no matter what type they are.
I am amazed though at the fact that, even on college campuses, there they are...my break even teachers. At the college level they are a bit harder to spot. There aren't nearly the amount of hugs on campus with teachers as there are in the elementary school. With college professors, you see it on the kids faces. The kid who just got some basic math functions explained to him again, or the kid that just turned in a paper late and was greeted with a "Way to go!", instead of a stern look and a disappointed face. How about the teacher that dresses in an ape suit on the day of their first exam to break the tension. Or the teacher that never shuts his door and sits in his office in his bare feet while students work on their homework.
They are out there, friends, I've seen them! And I hope to report back with many more amazing incidents in the near future. Until next time, let me know what's going on in your world so I can keep my six readers in the know.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Other than the "2012", this title could be as timeless as a 1967 Corvette. Aren't all picture days the same? The night before, thinking about what to wear. Be honest guys, even we did it. The morning of, your mom making sure you didn't wear your favorite striped shirt with plaid pants. The "walk of Fame", sporting your very best outfit as you walked into school for the day. The anticipation of when your class will be called down to the gym. Now, from the inside, I see that it has hardly changed.
Today was picture day at Jefferson Elementary School, where I work. What a day! The kids looked so great in their not so oft worn ensembles. It is funny though, some kids really do it up, and others just don't get into it that much. I understand that some of that is economic in nature, but I think there is more to it than that.
Some kids like the whole "dress up" gig. It's fun for them to get all fancied up. Some of the older kids come to compete, it is obvious. Many just conform to the group of kids they hang around. Some kids I am certain, think what they normally wear is already good enough, so why upgrade for a photo? I think I am in this camp.
Today was special for me though. Today, I was reminded of the most magical part about picture day for us guys. The FREE COMB! Sure, most of us had a comb or several at home. But this was the brass ring. The slim black beauty...and free! Some of us would even go to the bathroom before our turn and mess up our hair, just so we could land that tiny plastic piece of black magic. We would sport around all day with that thing hanging out of our back pockets, asking each male passerby non chalantly, "Did you uh, get the free comb?" Many of our friends would look back in horror, forgetting the whole reason for all of the pageantry, knowing that they would have to wait 365 days for this chance to present itself again.
Today, sadly, I was an adult. When asked by a bright eyed third grader, "Did you get the free comb?” I had to awkwardly reply, "Oh man!" Oh well, at least next year is not a leap year...only 364 days to go.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
As a parent, I think we spend too much time making rules for our kids. I remember vividly, my dad saying, "You're too old for that!" That is how we seem to be as a nation. We can't be the Peter Pan character, so we turn into mean old Captain Hook.
Who can make this repulsive trend turn around? Maybe we all can, with a little help from our inner child.
Let me ask you a couple of questions to get things started. 1. When was the last time you went to the playground to swing? I get to push kids on swings everyday at my job. I pull them back and let go with a little push and they are off. That's all I do. They giggle and laugh and laugh out loud as their tummy makes that uncomfortable, but pleasurable gentle lift. It cracks them up and for a small time makes all of the school days problems go away. When I am stressed out I usually get an aspirin or two and flip the TV on to the Drone channel. Why don't I go to the park and swing?!
2. When was the last time you had ice cream. I don't mean the kind you get, made en mass at the grocery, I'm talking about the individually wrapped kind that you can only find waiting for you on the ice cream truck. You hear the bells and that familiar jingle, and your kids may make a mention of it. But why don't you chase that truck? Remember how good that tasted on a hot summer day? Remember how it made all the hassles go away?
I think it is up to us as parents to reteach our children on this issue. When I am 80, would I rather sit around and complain about the old days, or be seen swinging in the park with ice cream running down my arm? The choice is easy and obvious. As for me and my family, we will chase the ice cream truck!