EOGs and Hens

This is EOG (End of Grade) testing week at the Winston-Salem/Forsyth County Schools. Esbee writes of her son asking where his healthy breakfast is because his teacher exhorted his class to make sure they have a healthy breakfast in preparation for the tests.  My kids have been exhorted to eat healthy breakfasts during every EOG week since they’ve been in the school system.  Erin, my lovely straight-A daughter, asked me to show her how to fry eggs on Monday so that she could make them for herself each morning this week.  She’d been informed by one of her teachers that eggs were the best form of protein and that it was essential that she eat them this week so that she could perform at peak level on the tests.  If I’d known they were going to give this advice I’d have invested in some hens last month so that I could corner the EOG egg market.

All of this begs the question of why the teachers aren’t concerned about our kids’ protein consumption the other 30-odd weeks (or whatever it is) of the school year?  Is it not important that our kids have proper nutrition to learn those mundane daily reading, writing and ‘rithmetic lessons?  Are they implying that learning isn’t as important as performing

Esbee also writes that she thinks the EOGs put an inordinate amount of pressure on the kids. As you might have guessed I’m in total agreement with her.  I wonder if the teachers and administrators are actually shooting themselves in the foot by putting such an emphasis on the tests.  How many kids do poorly on the tests because they freeze under pressure?  I knew a lot of kids who were much better students than me who did much worse on standardized tests than I did because they tested poorly, and they tested poorly because they stressed way too much about the tests.  In other words I benefited greatly from my laissez faire attitude towards education and my friends who were diligent students often suffered from caring so much.  But in the long run who’s better off?   Let me just say this: my SAT scores were better than my wife’s but she was an honor student while I was a mediocre student.  There’s one person in this house who knows how to apply algebra to every day situations and it’s not me.  She learned, I performed.

While I’m all for measuring students’ progress and holding our educators accountable for their work I think that standardized testing is a hammer being used for a screwdriver’s job.  We’re talking about teaching children, not programming computers.  These are little people trying to learn how to make their way in the world.  Is it fair to judge a teacher who has 30 kids, 20 of whom are from broken homes or have parents working three jobs to make ends meet, with the same yardstick you’re using to measure a teacher who has 30 kids, most of whom come from stable homes with parents that have the time to read to them at bed time and take them to the library?  Is it fair to quantify a year’s learning simply by using test results? Wouldn’t it be better to somehow measure a child’s learning relative to their unique situation and the teacher’s performance relative to their circumstance?  Wouldn’t it be better to somehow reform our education system so that we emphasize continual growth and learning and the practical application of that knowledge in building a better life?  Maybe then we’ll make education relevant enough that 1/3 of our kids don’t drop out of school.

But, I’m a realist so I think I’ll start building a hen house out back.  Anyone know how to figure the area I’ll need?  Everything I "learned" about geometry I forgot as soon as I put down the #2 pencil.   

We’re Number 1,294!

Esbee points to the Newsweek list of top high schools in the US of A.  Winston-Salem/Forsyth County has two schools on the list: Mt. Tabor at #185 and West Forsyth at #1,294. Our kids are either at West or are headed that way so I’m happy to see them on the list, which is better than not being on it at all.  But of course these kinds of lists are subjective so they need to be taken with a grain of salt. 

Out of curiosity I looked to see the ranking of the school our kids would have gone to if we’d stayed in Northern Virginia.  I believe they would have gone to Forest Park which was ranked 1,019 so not a whole lot of difference.  If we’d not moved from our very first home in West Springfield, VA our kids’ high school would have been ranked #244.

I also looked to see how my old high school (the one I attended before transferring to a small Lutheran H.S.) ranked and Washington-Lee in Arlington County, VA came in at #64.  The other schools I would have attended had I not gone to the small Lutheran school (we moved a lot) were Oakton (#103) in Vienna, VA and Marshall (not ranked) in Fairfax, VA.  Celeste’s alma mater, Potomac H.S. is ranked #562.

Now if my kids are anything like me they’ll pick their colleges based on the list of top party schools and not the Newsweek listing of top colleges by various categories.  Of course my children are much wiser than I’ll ever be.

Justin’s 12

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So our youngest son, Justin, turned 12 this weekend.  Hard to believe, but in one year all of our kids will be teenagers.  If you’d asked me last year if I felt old enough to have three teenagers I’d have said "no way."  Well, having just two has aged me exponentially and I have a feeling that having a third is going to push the turbo button on the energy sapping, gray hair producing process known as parenting teenagers.

Of course that means I’m really starting to relish the waning moments of true childhood.  Justin and his buddies still do the silly, juvenile things that boys are known for.  Well, okay, we males never truly outgrow doing silly, juvenile things but at least it’s still appropriate for him.  That means it was annoying, yet acceptable, that he and his two friends decided to reenact much of Iron Man after we left the theater on Saturday.  Luckily they only came close to knocking over an AARP member four or five times while we waited in line at Kernel Kustard.  It also means that it was totally understandable that after several hours of hanging out with those kids I was ready to retreat to a cave with a case of beer, not to be heard from for at least 24 hours. 

Unfortunately in the next couple of years we’ll be past the age of innocence and we’ll be hip deep in teen angst on three different levels.  Think about it.  In three years we’ll have an 18 year old son, a 17 year old daughter and a 15 year old son.  Our garage will be full of Clearasil, my psyche will be bruised from all the accusations of being a total dork who just doesn’t "get it" and our bank account will hold only a whiff of the money it used to contain.  Oh, and we’ll be on the precipice of having three kids with drivers licenses, not to mention the impending drama of sending kids off to college at which point I’m pretty sure I’ll be shuttling Celeste to daily therapy sessions (she hates it when I do these "picture the future" things).  Good night, I need a beer just thinking about it.

So let’s just say that running around with a few pre-teen boys, no matter how out of control they may seem, is actually something I cherish.  And to be honest I’m going to miss having the "boy" Justin around.  He’s a unique, wonderful kid and I’m positive he’s going to be an amazing young man, but I’d like to keep the kid around a little longer if I can.  I know it’s impossible, but one can wish.

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Happy birthday J.

Riding Mowers in the Piedmont

Since moving to the Piedmont Triad area of North Carolina I’ve noticed that something like 98% of homeowners use a riding lawn mower rather than a push mower.  I suspect that over 50% of apartment dwellers also own riding lawn mowers in anticipation of someday having a yard where they can use it, but in the meantime they tool around looking for things to cut.

I’ve also noticed that I get lots of strange looks when I mow the lawn. We have about a 1/2 acre yard (lots of landscaping so it’s not as bad as it sounds) and the fact that I would push a mower rather than ride one makes the folks around here nervous.  It’s bad enough that I’ve practiced every religion under the sun, but pushing when I could ride makes me look downright un-American here in "bologna and American cheese on white bread with Miracle Whip is an exotic meal"-ville.  I like pushing my mower though, because I feel I get a nice little workout in the process of doing my yard work.  I also have the luxury of having a 15 year old son who can push the mower if I’m ever not in the mood, and soon his 12 year old brother will be able to pinch hit as well.  They’ve been lobbying for a riding mower, but I tell them that I’m saving the money for their college funds.  Little do they know that the amount spent on one riding mower would probably by one text book for them.

Anyhow, I’ve become convinced that there’s something strange in the air here.  Over in Greensboro they’ve got a couple of fools riding their mowers on Wendover, which for those of you unfamiliar with Greensboro is a major thoroughfare in the city.  One moron lives two miles from his office and decided to ride his mower to save on gas.  Asked why he rides it to work he said it’s fun and he’s saving on gas, but apparently it never occurred to him that he might come into contact with a decidedly bigger vehicle and he could probably get to work faster if he simply walked.  As for the whole safety issue, ‘lo and behold today I read over at Fec’s that another dufus on a mower was hit by a car while trying to make a left hand turn off of Wendover.  If you’re looking for the exception that proves Darwin’s theory of evolution you need only look at this last case since the driver of the car is the one that had to go to the hospital; mower boy escaped without a scratch. 

Only in the Piedmont.   

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The Mirical Worker

Available today, hot off the presses is my first e-book.  Actually it’s more like an e-booklet.  Whatever, it’s the compilation of the comments that I’ve gotten on a short piece I did on telepreacher Ernest Angley over two years ago.  I titled the book "The Mirical Worker" based on the spelling of "miracle" used in one of the earliest comments to the post.  Following is the introduction and a link to download the PDF file if you’re interested.

Download The Mirical Worker.pdf

Introduction

On April 10, 2006 I posted a short item about televangelist Ernest
Angley on my blog.  Little did I know that of the 1,440 posts on my
blog (to date) that this would be consistently among the most
popular.  I also had no way of knowing that the post would also draw
the most interesting and strange comments I’ve received on any post.
Since this post is buried in the archives of my blog and is generally
found only by people who are actively searching Google for things
about Angley I thought I’d re-produce the post and comments in a
handy little booklet.

On the following pages you will find the text of my original post
and the text of every comment that I’ve received on that post.  I
have not edited or altered the comments in any way and simply copied
and pasted them from the blog.  You’ll notice that Angley’s
supporters have a tendency to misspell and over-use upper case text.
In fact you’ll note that the title of this booklet comes from one of
the early commenters who misspelled “miracle”.  With patience I
think you’ll find yourself entertained as you scroll through them. 

For your information the original post can be found here:

http://www.jonlowder.com/2006/04/ernest_angley_s.html

I’ll be updating this booklet as more comments come in.  Believe
me, more will be coming.

Enjoy!

“Republicans pretend to be conservative every day”

One of my favorite quotes of the last, well, 12 hours is this from Peggy Noonan in the Wall Street Journal:

"This was a real wakeup call for us," someone named Robert M. Duncan,
who is chairman of the Republican National Committee, told the New York
Times. This was after Mississippi. "We can’t let the Democrats take our
issues." And those issues would be? "We can’t let them pretend to be
conservatives," he continued. Why not? Republicans pretend to be
conservative every day.

I had lunch with Fec on Wednesday and he said the exact same thing.  In fact he’s said the exact same thing every time we’ve had lunch, which explains his disenfranchisement -illusionment. 

I’ve known a few true conservatives in my time and while the most strident of them often scare me, I find that I get along really well with them because they’re predictable.  I know exactly where they stand and I know that they will consistently support their causes.  Ironically I know I scare the bejeezus out of them because I often change my mind (they call me wishy-washy) and I can be swayed by effective argument.  That’s a no-no to the strident on the left and the right.

For the record I usually fear the strident liberals more than the devout conservatives.  Mainly it’s because I believe that the conservatives know, and admit, that they’d shoot me for the cause if necessary, but the liberals have no idea that when push comes to shove they’d not only shoot me but burn me in effigy to make sure everyone gets the point.  They’d only realize it when they awake from their trance wearing a bloody shirt and reeking of gasoline, mumbling something about "loving everyone but sometimes sacrifice is necessary for the good of all man."

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