June 17th, 2015
I made a post on Facebook today in reference to a particularly difficult student that I had when I was at a particularly difficult age. I was in my early thirties (so young) and was parenting a newborn and a three-year old (so all consuming) while trying to teach teenagers about theatre. Many things could be said about all that, the least of which is no thirty-something has the right to be teaching teeenagers about theatre, and all it encompasses, because they simply do not know better. And a thirty something with young kids and messed up hormones, well, that's really a bad mix.
This student was tractable and difficult, and yet I loved her fiercely. I think she would be surprised to hear me say that when she was a teenager. I hope she would not be surprised to hear that now, as she is of the age I was when I taught her. I admired her forthrightness, the tough corners she stuck me in, her inability to be cowed. Unfortunately, I had to make the decision about her and a couple of others, that either they went to preserve my sanity, or I went (I filled out resignation papers) to preserve my sanity. Ultimately, she got cut, my sanity returned, and I became an older and wiser teacher who can actually tell those tractable young people that I love and admire them, all the while diffusing a situation that never should blow up to begin with.
Anyway, the reason I was thinking about her today, is quite simply this: my youngest daughter has decided to try out for high school cheer. She will probably (nothing is definite, but it seems likely) make the varsity squad as a freshman. She will also probably be . . . that word all the drama kids used to hate . . . POPULAR . . . in high school.
My former student predicted this gleefully laughing at me. She told me that one of my daughters would probably be a dancer (she is) and the other a cheerleader (she is), and when I think back on this, I am struck not by the goading that the young lady gave me, but by what was not said.
See, I love my dancer and my cheerleader, and my two football players, and the two older kids that I adopted who are trying to manage young adulthood. I love them completely and utterly, and I could not be prouder of them. And whether they were band nerds, or jocks,, or drama geeks, I would love them completely and utterly, and expect nothing more of them than that they be, they exist, they do what makes them happy.
And so all I see is sorrow in her clipped predictions of my kids. As if, when it came true, I would love them less, or understand them less. or value them less. I don't. I love them completely and wholly for what they bring to my life. And that is really what it all comes down to. And I wonder who her 17-year-old self felt did not love her as she was. Certainly my 32-year-old self was one of them. And I wonder if her current self has found the love and acceptance that she needs. And I pray that she is closer to that than I was when I was her age, tentatively starting a drama program without knowing how to do so.
October 2nd, 2013
|05:34 pm - Photo a Day: Light|
When I bought the Art Deco style lamp for over my kitchen table, it was before the era of stink bugs. Now it is the deadliest trap in the house. October is the worst month for the stink bug. I just vacuumed this out on Sunday. It is Wednesday. Viva the stink bug!
October 1st, 2013
|07:33 pm - Photo a Day: Something Colorful|
Today I offer a simple yellow swallowtail, getting nectar from flowers in my garden. I liked this picture best b/c you can see the underside of the wing, with its blue and orange highlights.
Photo a Day is a new challenge for me, and I don't know if I will be able to keep it up. But I shall strive viciously to do so. Tomorrow's topic is "light" . . . hmmm . . . This months' focus for me is insects, so we'll see where that leads us. I have some good ideas, though.
August 30th, 2013
OK. MY THOUGHTS ABOUT MILEY CYRUS, because you know you want them.
Just like Robin Thicke knows "you want it", the "it" presumably referring to sex. And he sings this song while thrusting merrily away into Miley's gyrating butt, as she does shocking things with her tongue.
I don't want my girls growing up to be Miley.
But I even more don't want my boys growing up having Thicke's attitude towards women.
The media hyped all over Miley's good girl gone so wrong image. What about Thicke's descent from an R and B singer, marginally recognized, to a pop icon all because he objectifies women. The "Blurred Lines" that he speaks of in his song certainly are blurred - for millions of women world wide. Chaste in public and a whore in the bedroom???? Date rape (you know you want it). Being encouraged to dress provocatively to catch attention . . . but whoa, not THAT much attention. Being tramp stamped if you do decide to blur the lines a little because you just want sex, tyvm, but then you lose your power to say WITH whom and HOW much because the entire high school has labeled you a slut, and that's what EVERY boy wants. Not being able to own your sexuality because the majority of the male culture stamps your sexuality on you.
I'm sorry. I'm over it. The real story and the real conversation should not have centered around Miley (and anybody who praised her for growing up and submitting that a grown up has to behave in that way is also part of the problem), but around the message in pop music in general. I have a daughter who actively listens to pop, and I listen with her. So we can have these discussions. And so I can have the discussions with my boys, too.
Blurred lines indeed.
July 2nd, 2013
October 29th, 2012
Watching the wind ramp up as I stomach-churning wait for Scott to get back home from work. I am so angry over the fact that he went in today and so over his hellish commute. The winds are supposed to ramp up at 5 pm, just as he leaves to commute home. Me? I'm going to take a bath and clean my fridge.
April 8th, 2011
What would happen if the entire country - from cops to school bus drivers - called in sick on Monday?
What would happen if no one in the country bought anything on Monday?
November 25th, 2010
Happy Thanksgiving all!
November 24th, 2010
Overheard from my 9 year old. "Yaknow, I've never heard nails on a chalkboard."
Because she's never been in a classroom that has one.
Funny how certain things just have become obsolete.
November 10th, 2010
I got my 36th student in my drama I class today. At least my numbers are even again. Makes it easier for scene work.