Blah, Blah, Blah Defined

Want a definition of Blah, Blah, Blah?  It's the noise coming out of a Dad's mouth when he continues lecturing one of his kids even though he knows that kid has totally tuned him out.  You know what I mean.  The Dad starts off with expressions of exasperation and bewilderment over something the kid has failed to do, and because this is an ongoing issue he quickly moves into lecture mode which he knows is useless based on the glazed expression in the kid's eyes, but because he's ticked off he can't help himself and keeps yammering on until he ends up saying something like, "You have so much ability, but you only use 10% of it. You have to get it together, you have to decide it's time to apply yourself.  Your Mother and I can't do it for you, you have to make that decision for yourself…."

Another sure sign that Dad's entered BlahBlahBlahLand is that his wife, the Mother of the kid, is giving him the "You're an idiot" look over her shoulder as she walks out of the room because she can't stand the spectacle any longer.  Of course she's right, but at least Dad feels like he's done something.

Um, Yeah

Short but sweet: those who doubt God has a sense of humor need to live in my house this week. 

If you don't believe in God then replace "God has a sense of humor" with "life is anything but ironic."

When God stops laughing or irony is no longer being defined on a weekly basis I'll write a nice roundup.

 

An Idea

One thing about being the parent of teenagers is that you're rarely bored.  Mad? Often. Exasperated? Even more often. Bored? Very rarely.

One reason is that they lead lives that can best be described as bizarre which leads them to regale their parents with stories.  Disturbing stories.  Frankly we often dismiss their stories as gross exaggerations based on our long experience with hearing grossly exaggerated stories from them, but lately we've discovered that our three teens will corroborate each other's stories at different times and that's caused us to come to the conclusion that every once in a while our kids aren't full of crap.

An idea that's entered my head is that it would be great if we could have one of those tiny cameras, the kind that all the TV stations use when they're doing undercover investigations of tanning salons, attached to our kids so we could see what they see during the day.  The idea flies away as soon as I remember that I really don't want to know everything my kids are up to since I'd likely ship them off to military school or a convent as a result, but there's one part of their lives I'd really like to see from their perspectives and that's the classroom. Based on the stories they tell about their classes I'm fairly well convinced that they have some outstanding teachers, some average teachers and the occasional nutjob thrown into the mix. Their classmates are equally diverse, ranging from your classic honor roll student to your honorary members of the Charles Manson Club.  I'll be the first to tell you that it takes a special person to get teenagers to sit up and listen, and I'd love to be able to see the teachers from the kids' perspective since we all know that the presence of an adult would skew everyone's behavior. I'd love to be able to see how some teachers really get the kids engaged and how others bore them to tears.

I'm writing about this now because I recently sat through a business seminar that was being run by two professors from a local university. It just astounds me that anyone who is a "professional" educator could be that unengaging or that bad at relaying information.  And let's be honest – if you're handed an audience of adult professionals who willingly enlisted for a seminar that's about as easy as you're going to get as an educator.  Hell, one of the guys played about five minutes of a CD of a fairly prominent business speaker as part of his presentation.  What next, a film strip?  I haven't been that bored since college and unfortunately this experience reminded me that in my four years of college I could count on one hand the number of professors who truly inspired me.  The rest should have gone into business as sleep therapists because their greatest talent was their ability to put even the hardiest souls to sleep.

From a parent's perspective the fact that teachers can be that boring is particularly galling because our kids feed us a regular helping of some variation of this line: "I'm not doing well in <fill in subject here> because the teacher is SOOOOO BORING! And he doesn't even know what he's talking about – when we ask questions he can't help us understand and he just says what it says in the book."  Of course our first reaction is to say something along the lines of "I'm sure you're exaggerating, but even if it's true you need to find a way to learn and you need to focus harder on the subject."  Obviously they could be, and often likely are exaggerating, but there's also a grain of truth to what they're saying.  

Teachers are no different than the rest of us – some are good, some aren't – but I'd argue that the consequences of a teacher's ineptitude are more far reaching than most other peoples'.  How many of us directly influence the development of hundreds of kids each year? How many of us can directly impact the future success of hundreds of kids if we don't do our jobs?

As a parent I'm more than willing to take responsibility for my and my kids' shortcomings; if my kids get bad grades I know that we have a hand in it. On the other hand I think educators (not just teachers, but everyone involved in education) have to take responsibility as well. The education of our children is too important for us to continue to treat teaching as just another job and education as just another industry – in my mind it's a profession as important as the law or medicine and I think it's about time our society starts treating it that way. Frankly I think it's a miracle that we have as many good teachers as we do because we sure don't treat teachers as anything special. We send them kids of all stripes – motivated learners, stoners, jocks, products of abuse, products of broken homes, etc. and ask them to perform the miracle of preparing them to compete in the global workplace.  That would be fine if we gave them the necessary resources to do it, but we don't.  

I don't have the answers, but I do have the benefit of seeing the little corner of the educational universe that my kids populate and it worries me.  My kids have the advantage of going to one of the better public schools in the area, but they have classmates I think hardened criminals would steer clear of, and teachers that I think have a hard time inspiring themselves to get out of bed much less inspire dozens of kids to learn.  My kids also have the benefit of two parents who are willing to push, cajole and aid them as much as possible in order for them to succeed and learn.  What happens to those kids who don't?  

Education is too important for us to keep on keepin' on, so I think my germ of an idea – put hidden cameras on my kids to see what they see – might actually be the way to start this whole process.  What I mean is, let's look at education from the end user's perspective.  I honestly don't think you could put a bunch of adults in classrooms to observe because of the observer-expectancy effect, so I truly think it would be of great benefit to get unobtrusive observations' from the kids' perspectives.  This might not be a possibility due to legal/privacy concerns, but if it is possible I think it would provide incredible insight into the reality of our education system.

Now that I've written all this I have another thought – maybe someone's already done this and I'm just blowing a lot of hot air.  Wouldn't be the first time, and it's probably not the last.

 

Hopefully She Meant Intermission

Over at Life in Forsyth Esbee has a post titled The End in which she writes:

As some of you know and some of you have probably guessed, I have some ooky medical stuff going on, a tad more serious than I had hoped. I need to go deal with this and hoard the diminished energy I have for my sweet family. (Plus, hi? How many boring phonophotos of boring waiting rooms are you really interested in seeing?)

I'm very hopeful that I'll be all a-mend soon and able to return to Shangri-Winston tout de suite.

In the meantime, enjoy the pool*, enjoy the sand**, and remember to tip your cabana attendants well***.

I'll miss you.

Best,
Lucy

* insert your favorite local manmade venue here
** insert your favorite local natural attraction here
*** SHOP LOCAL!

Reading this made me sad and concerned for obvious reasons, but it also reminded me that it's been far too long since I've enjoyed a cup of coffee with my fellow DC transplant.  She's getting plenty of comments wishing her well, and for every one that's written I guarantee that there are at least three times that many people who have been entertained and informed by her blog that are sending well wishes her way.  Personally I'm just praying that The End really meant Intermission.

Get well Lucy.

Religion, Education and Money

The New York Times has an article that highlights the percentage of college graduates that each US religion has, and the percentage of members of each religion who have a household income greater than $75,000.  

The least educated or affluent? Pentecostals, Jehovah's Witnesses and Baptists.  

The most educated or affluent? Hindus, Reform Jews, Conservative Jews, Anglicans/Episcopalians. 

The most average? Mormons, Lutherans and Catholics.

From the article:

The most affluent of the major religions — including secularism — is Reform Judaism. Sixty-seven percent of Reform Jewish households made more than $75,000 a year at the time the Pew Forum on Religion and Public Life collected the data, compared with only 31 percent of the population as a whole. Hindus were second, at 65 percent, and Conservative Jews were third, at 57 percent.

On the other end are Pentecostals, Jehovah’s Witnesses and Baptists. In each case, 20 percent or fewer of followers made at least $75,000. Remarkably, the share of Baptist households making $40,000 or less is roughly the same as the share of Reform Jews making $100,000 or more. Overall, Protestants, who together are the country’s largest religious group, are poorer than average and poorer than Catholics. That stands in contrast to the long history, made famous by Max Weber, of Protestant nations generally being richer than Catholic nations.

 

15? 15!

Hard as it is to believe our youngest, Justin, turns 15 today.  His 14th year was a wild one, what with entering high school and growing approximately two feet in just 12 short months.  He's still an avid reader, Xbox 360 player, and avid reader. Did I say that he's an avid reader?

Justin may be the quiet one in the house, but that doesn't mean he's a shrinking violet.  His brother and sister can ride him pretty hard, but when he's had enough he'll bow up and stand his ground, and now that he's taller than both of them I think they know that their time of sibling dominance is quickly coming to an end.  That said they don't fight nearly as much as I rumbled with my brother and I'm pleased to say that our household is mostly peaceful, if not always harmonius. Justin is a big part of that and I'm eternally grateful for his quiet, calm manner.  Now if I could just get him to move even slightly faster than the proverbial tortoise!

His mother and I can't imagine what our lives would be like without him and we know without a doubt that he's brought us an infinite amount of joy that we would never have realized without him.  

Happy birthday J.  It's been a fantabulous 15 years and I can't wait to see what the next 15+ bring.
(For those of you not reading this on my blog you can see a photo set of Justin from our Flickr account at http://www.flickr.com/photos/practicalink/sets/72157600537029755/show/

He’s More Than a Dirty Guy

Mike Rowe, the Dirty Jobs dude, testified before Congress about the lack of skilled labor we have in the US and the related problem of the marginalization of vocational education in our society:

I believe we need a national PR Campaign for Skilled Labor. A big one. Something that addresses the widening skills gap head on, and reconnects the country with the most important part of our workforce.

Right now, American manufacturing is struggling to fill 200,000 vacant positions. There are 450,000 openings in trades, transportation and utilities. The skills gap is real, and it's getting wider. In Alabama, a third of all skilled tradesmen are over 55. They're retiring fast, and no one is there to replace them.

Alabama's not alone. A few months ago in Atlanta I ran into Tom Vilsack, our Secretary of Agriculture. Tom told me about a governor who was unable to move forward on the construction of a power plant. The reason was telling. It wasn't a lack of funds. It wasn't a lack of support. It was a lack of qualified welders.

In general, we're surprised that high unemployment can exist at the same time as a skilled labor shortage. We shouldn't be. We've pretty much guaranteed it.

In high schools, the vocational arts have all but vanished. We've elevated the importance of "higher education" to such a lofty perch that all other forms of knowledge are now labeled "alternative." Millions of parents and kids see apprenticeships and on-the-job-training opportunities as "vocational consolation prizes," best suited for those not cut out for a four-year degree. And still, we talk about millions of "shovel ready" jobs for a society that doesn't encourage people to pick up a shovel.

I think he's absolutely right.  College isn't for everyone.  Desk jobs aren't for everyone.  Our society needs to get back to the point where we applaud and appropriately reward hard work, whether or not it takes place on a computer or in a ditch.

By the way, my favorite part of his testimony was at the beginning when he was talking about his grandfather, a jack of all trades, who inspired him to create Dirty Jobs:

I remember one Saturday morning when I was 12. I flushed the toilet in the same way I always had. The toilet however, responded in a way that was completely out of character. There was a rumbling sound, followed by a distant gurgle. Then, everything that had gone down reappeared in a rather violent and spectacular fashion.

Naturally, my grandfather was called in to investigate, and within the hour I was invited to join he and my dad in the front yard with picks and shovels.

By lunch, the lawn was littered with fragments of old pipe and mounds of dirt. There was welding and pipe-fitting, blisters and laughter, and maybe some questionable language. By sunset we were completely filthy. But a new pipe was installed, the dirt was back in the hole, and our toilet was back on its best behavior. It was one of my favorite days ever.

I loved this part because, quite frankly, I've held the role of Turd Man of Alcatraz for far too long and I'm in the midst of a long-term land war with my septic system.  Let's just say my appreciation and admiration of those who do the dirty jobs is quite high.