DRONIUM TWO AP DRONE WITH CAMERA : REVIEW

This review is being solely done and credited to my son. Photos and videos taken by Tommy Scags. Since he is new to doing reviews, this is more of a learning experience. His review will be in photos and videos. You decide for yourself if you like what you see.

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Art And Empathy On The Younger Generations

 

I’ve used a lot of art mediums throughout my life’s journey. Honestly, I’ve scribbled…painted…glued…carved…molded…well, basically I’ve done it all. And I’ve come to the realization that my obsession isn’t with art, but more the freedom that it grants.

In any other avenue of life, there are rules and parameters.

How dull is that?

Rules and parameters mean…it’s been done before. Someone has claimed it. It’s theirs. They have shaped it to their liking, slapped a patent on it and now if you wish to re-create it…you are ‘borrowing’ an idea.

But with art there are no rules, regulations, parameters. Instead of a process void of thought and critical thinking, it’s the exact opposite.

People talk of the vanishing art programs. Education is slowly becoming strictly math, science, language arts and social studies. Such a strict focus on the ideas of others. Sadly, this is a mistake that will one day create a pit of regret.

The assumption is made that math creates a critical thinker. I propose that art creates critical thinking, enabling to use of math. It’s the reason why often time music=math minded individuals. It’s the ability the see the beauty in the numbers. Minus emotion, void of desire…who the hell actually wants to do all of those repetitive assignments created by minds past. If you love math…that’s an emotion. It’s a desire. Desire drives the art process. As well as the ability to calculate. These things take a sharpness. An ability to figure it out. As an artist can look at a blank sheet and envision a vast multitude of ways to give the paper a life of it’s own…So can too a mathematician, who views a series of random numbers and attempts to make sense of them.

Language arts, while teaching the works of others,  goes on the inclination that this will teach you how to create your own. True…Language arts does teach the necessary tools of the trade. But your creation comes from emotion. To grab the entire spectrum of emotion, you need to find the emotions first. You need empathy.

You need a trigger.

Triggers can be visual, heard, tasted, touched and smelled. And some people seem to feel an entirely new sense. A 6th sense. And in order to utilize these crucial senses, you must have an ‘artistic vision’. You need to become skilled at exploring your own mind. Unbutton the top button, so to speak. Basically…broaden your horizons. Be OF the world, don’t sit on the sidelines.

One of my most…if not the most, important lessons I’ve tried to instill in my kids is to keep an open mind. Experience the issue at hand, prior to casting judgement. And in some instances, it may not be possible to experience an event. Some events we truly wish to avoid! But we can relate out of empathy. Empathy can be awoken with art. It can bring tears and an understanding, as in these works by Bansky. His attempt to cast a light on the darkness that war brings to children, was sadly and  completely accomplished.

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While some argue that the photos are too graphic for children, I would argue that closing their eyes to history creates a path to repetition. Social Studies classes of today, are watered down ‘incomplete sentences’.  How about throw in some Bansky?  

Throw in truth…

Allow the future generation to visualize the consequences of their future actions. Allow them to empathize. It’s like the child who asks “Is the stove hot?” You say “Yes. Don’t touch it.” And of course, just to see if you’re jerking their chain, they touch it <—Insert screaming child here. 

They need to personally experience the sensation. Verbal or physical…they need a trigger.

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Bansky

You know… if I were a government hell bent on creating a generation of  loyal, non-empathetic and  unquestioning followers….I’d remove the art….

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OUTSIDE IN

Update: A neighbor gave us a free table! I love freebies! 


And now we are only waiting on one more tank. Two came today. 

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We are genuinely having a lot of fun with this bedroom makeover. And hey…science!
So my youngest son was in serious need of a room makeover. He’s outgrown Minecraft and quite frankly, so have I. As he has taken an interest in things that crawl and swim, we’ve decided on a ‘living bedroom’.

Last week, he picked out his first lizard habitat! He brought home an anole, which he lovingly named ‘Psycho’. (It’s a tad fast and crazy). And rather than using the plastic decor, he read up and decided to use science. He created a living habitat.

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Creating a live habitat is time consuming, but worth it. Just be prepared to make a mess in the kitchen. (Rocks, sticks, etc…require boiling or baking to kill any bacteria, when collected directly from nature).

We painted over the Minecraft decor, to create a colorful bush. We’re planning to paint in some snakes and lizards.

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We added a rugged looking wood pallet, to add to the outdoor ambience. It also makes a great fishing pole holder! ( We also need to replace a missing drawer knob and finish unscrewing the pieces from the closing doors. At one point that dresser/lizard set-up was a tv stand…I prefer seeing a reptile there).

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Currently, we are in the process of building a tree. Yes..building a tree (below).

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And we hung some fishing floats and bobbers, on the branches above his window. It’s a work in progress.

Of course…#zombies…

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Hey…I have to pick my battles. And he’s a Walking Dead fan.

At the moment, we are waiting on three more tanks. They are 10, 7.5 and 2.5 gallon aquariums.

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He’s positive he wants a beta. No goldfish, as none of these tanks are large enough. Goldfish are not meant for bowls or small tanks. I have never understood why anyone would even do that. They get huge in the wild and produce an insane amount of amonia…but to each his/her own. Possibly tetras?

Years ago, I had a wonderful tank. 50 gallons and it was my pride enjoy. Then life happened. Fortunately, I kept my favorite book EVER, and found it last week in the basement.

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He’s been engrossed for several days now. I told him the rule of thumb: If the book says the fish requires 10 gallons…just double it, to be on the safe side. And get a filter that goes over the size required for the tank. Past experience shows, he can’t really mess it up if he follows those rules.

For the basic set-up on the 10 gallon, we went to the river to collect rocks. Then we boiled them to kill the bacteria. They should be all set by the time the tanks get here. Now we just need to find a suitable subtrate. (Except for the Sponge Bob tank…he wants that one just the way it is).

So for now…we wait…

Once the tanks get here and he’s figured out what fish he would like to raise, we’ll post an update. I’m happy he’s found a hobby that requires both science and heart. With those two things, life is just….more.

Free Online Children’s Stories

  FREE ONLINE CHILDREN’S STORIES

“More than half the children in this country — 13 million children — will not hear a bedtime story tonight. A coalition of organizations, including our own, is working to change that”.  readaloud.org

After some searching, I was able to find multiple sources for free online books. These links will be direct to the online stories. Links and credits to the full sites are included .


 

Younger Children Free Online Books

MAGIC KEYS 

btngingerbread.gif The Little Gingerbread Man by Carol Moore – A surprising new version of the classic Gingerbread Man fairy tale.

 btnduck.gif  The Farm Animals (This is a talking book) by Rolando Merino – An illustrated story of animal sounds. This is now a free complete online Click-a-Word Talking eBook!

 btnalpha.gifLetters of the Alphabet (Animated)     by Rolando Merino – An animated story of the alphabet.

btnbeepcnc8Buzzy Bee’s Picnicby Carol MooreIllustrated by Dan Wetzel – Buzzy Bee can’t resist the delights of picnic food.

btncat.gifKitty Wants a Boxby Carol Moore – A short illustrated story.


 

Older Children Free Online Books

Magic Keys

btnatlas.gifAtlas Hangs On by Richard Swan – Should Atlas let go of the edge or hang on?

btnmary.gifLittle Miss Mary and the Big Monster Makeover by G.G. Toropov and Cleone Cassidy – Is trendy Little Miss Mary ready to make over a monster?

btncoyoteyel.gifMr. Coyote Meets Mr. Snail by Storie-Jean Agapith, a native American indian author –Illustrated by Michael S. Weber.

btngarg.gifGrow Your Own Gargoyleby Valerie Hardin – Illustrated by Carol Moore.


 

Young Adults Free Online Books

Magic Keys

Tiger Son  Includes audioby Teresa Ng – An illustrated story

 

Wind Songby Carol Moore – An illustrated story.

 

A Tale of Friendshipby Carol Moore – An illustrated and very untrue story about how one particular animal came to be created long after all the rest.
Read the humorous Beaver Anecdote.

 

 


 

VIDEO BOOKS – These are rather awesome. And did I mention FREE?  They have their very own storyteller. Here is the full link : STORYONLINE.NET

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STORY TIME FOR ME

Toddler Free Online Books: Includes Songs and Animation

Scroll down to push play. I’ve only put two of them here, but storytimeforme.com has a ton!

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Report any broken links: ds@homefreekids.com

 

iPhone: Photography

My job took me on a walk-about today. Spring days like today,  are the reason my phone is glued to my hip. While I have had an android, I prefer the iPhone for photos. Yes. I’m an Apple gal. For a while we had an ongoing battle in this house, pertaining to cell phones. Sort of like the Twilight thing….Team Jacob vs. Team Edward. Eventually, I persuaded them all over to my side.

The first four photos are of our town cemetery. While many go to mourn, twice as many go for the beauty. My family is buried here as well. Often I have both visited family and sat down to read.

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I think it goes without saying, that this particular cemetery is rather photogenic. Although I suppose for all of us, one is favored above all others.

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As a child, this was a fascinating place. Not only because my mother brought me here to visit family, but because of the multitude of little hiding places. I suppose that is why I took the photos. The existance of this place, shows the human frailty that will one day keep me from visiting.

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Park Ave……

I think I have stood on this street, more than any other. It’s the center…the little space that brings the town together. The buildings are magnificently kept up. And when I say everybody knows everybody…I mean it. Small town America is not just a phrase. It genuinely exists.

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I’m not thrilled about the lines in the next one. Believe it or not, the left wall is actually bowed a bit. I hate it when that happens. It’s misery to line up.

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The barber…actually, we have several. This one just happens to be very photogenic …and it was in my line of vision today.

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That’s technically half car / half train, below. Don’t worry…it wasn’t a nut riding down the tracks…

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Where did all the people go?

Somewhere between the rich and the poor, there was once a group of humans known as the middle. They were the balance between the other two, often feeding both.  But still …there was a balance. And as a general rule, they would fly their children off to faraway states. Occasionally   they took long trips traveling the country while their  children boxed it out in the backseat of the family station wagon. Think…Chevy Chase.

Education was largely coveted and revered. It wasn’t ruled by the ‘pay me for the ignorant ramblings’ group up on Capital Hill. You know….the arseholes who blather on and on about bill changes, policies, test scores and blah blah …vomit.

The government didn’t parent the children…or attempt to drug them in hopes of bringing  up those highly prized  test scores…(Ironically, creating a generation bent on substance addiction, because their little brains no longer produce what they need…without a damn drug).   The teachers having paid for and attended college, were presumed to already know what the hell they were doing…so it was a non-issue. Play was a given. Recess gave teachers a much needed time out, while the children got to run and stretch their little legs.

Guns were for cops, the free folk and the assorted bad guys. Problems between kids however, were solved with a boxing match behind the school. Zero bullets required, and  the children lived to see round two the following morning.

Food was actually …food. It could be easily pronounced. Human immune systems were pretty  decent…mainly because antibiotics…worked. They worked because people were not being fed antibiotic loaded meat. Antibiotic resistance, was almost unheard of. Actually….people didn’t take antibiotics for every little NAMBY PAMBY BOOHOO illness! Docs didn’t pass out drugs like candy, in hopes of competing with the madness of today’s giant clinics.

There was no excuse for bad behavior. A brat was a brat. They weren’t drugged and told it wasn’t their fault. They weren’t given free run out of pity for their mental conditions. (Which oddly enough… have grown exponentially with the growth of Big Pharma, single family homes, increased divorce rates, the need of some parents to work multiple jobs….ironically…to be able to afford the daycare…so they can work multiple jobs...which …probably contributes to the increased divorce rate...go figure).

People actually had decent paying jobs, paid by companies who actually built decent products. Of course, this also meant that stuff held up better. Oak was oak…not prefabricated half plastic/ half wood shavings….well….garbage. Dressers and tables were built to last. Unlike the Walmart specials of today with cardboard backing. Workers now are  being paid less or entirely outsourced, in order to build product quicker for the all consuming American public….. just to see it fall apart. At which point, a phone call is usually made to the company…and surprise surprise…the operator is located somewhere on a faraway continent and you have no idea ...I mean none...as to what they are saying. Of course, it would be NON PC of me, if I didn’t finish that sentence with….”It’s not their fault, they just needed a job” and “It’s the lazy Americans fault for not being willing to work for 3$ a day”…oh and “We surely can’t blame the CEO’s…because who doesn’t need a swimming pool in their living room?”

I’m sure I was going somewhere with this…oh right…..

Where did all the people go?

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Taking the bus? A voting headache…

Does my vote count? Does yours?

I’ve been mulling over the topics of late and while on one of my recent ‘information gathering escapades’ , I began to wonder if any of it even mattered….

Let’s say you are an educated voter….I don’t mean Ivy League….simply educated about the topic at hand. You’ve done your homework…you have seriously weighed all outcomes and considered the complete follow through of each proposal….And you have done this...right?!

My issue has been the pot ballot. So of course…I’m weighing the options. It has it’s pros when it comes to treating epilepsy and other disorders. I’m painfully aware, that a once simple drug, can quickly become a chemical nightmare,  once Big Bro stakes it’s claim. But we have to start somewhere right? Or do we? Are we caving in if we vote yes to the dual ballot? (And the idiot that thought that scheme up…may giant carrots sprout from his ears….)

However, in the end...will my vote count? 

I’ve heard the stories…buses loaded with folks, who know nothing about the candidates or the principles, being brought in to cast their vote…undoubtedly swayed by whoever is driving the damned bus.

So let’s see….5 educated (as in they actually did the research) voters…walk into a bar…stop me if you’ve heard this one….Just Kidding.

But seriously…. 5 educated voters head to the polls. They cast their votes based on informed decisions. An entire Greyhound bus…let’s say 60…yeah…60 UN-informed voters head to the polls…..hmmmm…..

And we complain about the end result.

We say we want to see an end to homelessness…poverty….the piss poor common core….and yet, if you don’t even bother to research the issue, how the hell do you know what you’re voting for? And if you’re doing the research, but fighting a bus load of “Why read the book, when I can watch the movie?” …how can you win?

How does the book vs the movie analogy fit in here? Well….

When you read the book….you get to create the scene, the characters and the result. Your brain actually has to do the work! Imagine that…thinking for yourself..YOU DON’T SAY?

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In this.. the age of ‘No Thought Required’?!?!? 

But when you watch the movie….you take on the complete persona of another individual’s mind. No imagination…no thinking….just…following….THIS by definition…is the opposite of critical thinking. (I know….The common core instantly popped into my head as well….don’t feel bad..we’ll have a Suds later and forget about that trauma all together).

And while trying to do the math in my head;ie – Does the ratio of educated vs uneducated voters, match up with the proportion of unhappy humans…when the polls close? (A proportion is a name we give to a statement that two ratios are equal). Correct? And yet the ratios in this case are unequal. 

Here….let me simplify…..

If you’re voting for someone because they’re cute….or your friend likes them…or because of  race…or religion…or because mom and dad are….or because some dude gave you a cool t-shirt…if you’re voting based on anything, other then the issue or the firm belief in what the person behind the issue stands for….then please…Get off the Damned Bus! 

You aren’t helping! You aren’t awesome because you’re sportin’ an “I VOTED” sticker. You’re an idiot! And honestly…just listening to you as you drone on and on about a candidate’s facial features or about their race,  in relation to why you are voting or are not voting for them….it makes me..well….sort of throw up in mouth…..

Yes….you should vote….but read the damned book first!

And if you’re driving the bus…the word is :

un·bi·ased
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adjective
  1. showing no prejudice for or against something; impartial.
    Simply Put: Give them ALL of the information, otherwise…you’re lying to them when you say their vote counts….You’re  hypocrisy in the flesh.You’re insulting their intelligence….and mine.

Welcome to another year of blindly following…

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It’s that time of year again…when my children head back for their lessons on mediocrity and fitting in with the status quo. Meanwhile, teachers are joyfully preparing for another year of being told what to teach. Although, I’m sure they’ve paid in the thousands for a degree in their field in the hopes of instilling a love of learning in students, only to find that their primary goal is teaching their students: how to test well, what their students should think and how to do so in the least offensive manner…as per government instruction….and it really doesn’t matter what’s going on in the life of the child or the parents, as the teacher will undoubtedly be held accountable for the end result...even though technically…they aren’t allowed to teach. Ahhhhhh….bliss.

And I will spend 90% of my day, trying to undo the sheep mentality, fill in the missing spots of the watered down politically correct social studies curric and over-all wildly rip my hair out when my son comes homes with a full page worksheet asking him to explain and draw a diagram to solve the age old problem of 2 + 2.

At some point we’ll try to find some good old fashioned ‘park’ time, as we wouldn’t want the kids to fidget while tolling away on yet another ‘sit still and stare at the board for 8 hours’ type of day. But don’t worry….I’m sure if they do fidget, there’s some sort of government drug I can put them on. Who needs to actually get up and stretch their legs anyway?

Welcome to the start of a new blissful school year! Have A Fantastic Year! (Gag…cough…sputter…)


On a side note: My mother was a teacher and Guidance Counselor. Times have changed a bit since she started teaching, but it was my mother’s instruction at home….or should a say ‘un-teaching’, as in her allowing me to voice my own opinions and views (actually…she encouraged it), that allowed me to discover who I am. I was allowed to disagree and given the opportunity to articulate my own view point. There was never only one ‘right’ way. Thanks for that mom. You didn’t always agree with me and actually…you took the time to debate it out. In doing so, you showed me that my voice mattered. Sometimes, I moved over to your side, at other times…you moved over to mine. Either way, just you taking the time to have the discussion…that’s the true essence of teaching. You Rock! Hopefully, I am instilling those same principals in my own children (actually….I know I am. Little stinkers are pretty darn stubborn!)

The PARCC: Well, that was rather unexpected..

The PARCC..yeah. The abbreviation we’ve all come to know and love ~ yes, that would be sarcasm. Yesterday was my daughter’s turn. You know, the one I wrote about in the post just prior to this one. 13 with the weight of the world on her shoulders, never one to make waves, she pulled a mind scramble on me and created her own little tsunami yesterday.

Yesterday morning, I woke her at the usual time. 5:30 am… I know…rather early isn’t it? Anyway, she had to catch the bus by 6:30 am. Upon glancing at her disheveled appearance, I naturally asked what the problem was. And true to her empathetic nature, she unleashed a whirlwind. She explained that the PARCC was to be given that morning. As a studious pupil…and she is (we’re talking tears over a B on a test, hours of pondering over one single algebra problem and multiple trips to library in any given week…She  has never  NOT been present at an honor roll ceremony and her principal informs me, she won’t be present for her senior year, because she will have graduated prior to) this child of mine, she had concerns for her teachers. She said she knew the PARCC wasn’t a test for her, but for them. And while she’s always scored well above average on state tests, this test  was different. Now she had reached the age of understanding. She knew the meaning behind it. With the pressure she puts on herself (I swear…it’s not me. I BEG her to put down the homework and go to sleep!), she was feeling even more pressure to do PERFECT...no errors… for if she did, she felt her teachers whom she adores, would lose pay or even their jobs.

What?!?!

I was floored. Here’s a girl who at the ripe old age of 13, knows work ethic, has dreams of an ivy league college, has thrown the word ‘memorization’ to the wind and actually bothers to LEARN her subjects…she never goes against the grain and as middle children everywhere do….her race to perfection…to stand out, has always prevented her from voicing an opposing opinion to an authority in any way, shape or form.

While I knew that as some point, her heart would finally collide with her brain, I didn’t expect it to be at age 13. Although, truly, I was hoping it would happen sooner, rather than later. An education is pointless, if you don’t have the courage to use it.

We discussed the test for a bit, as she rushed around trying to get herself together. Finally, after the tears started to flow out of fears of not doing well enough, I said “Lil Miss, there are times in life when you need to make a judgement call. I see your struggle and in this moment I’m so very proud of you. I see you. I see who you are and I’ve caught a glimpse of who you will become. You aren’t an unruly kid looking for a way out of a test. For a mini-vacation or just anti-authority. And it’s children like you, who will grow to change the world for the better. The choice is yours. I trust you to make the best possible decision for you. Ask yourself…what do you want YOUR world to be like, when you have children?”

She asked what would happen if she just refused to take it. The question sort of stunned me. I hadn’t filled out an opt-out form. I hadn’t filled one out, because doing so would imply that I needed to get the states permission to exempt her from a test, that I hadn’t given permission for her to take in the first place.  The state uses HER hard work on the PARCC to do what is supposed to be THEIR jobs…which in turn = free child labor…hey…isn’t that illegal? oh…my bad. Hypocrisy is perfectly legal now.  And  I don’t recall voting in yet another way to add pressure to an already overflowing pile of bureaucratic bullshit , to begin with. Why? Because we only vote in the people (after listening to their endless charade of fairy tales, and  promises of goodness and light), not the load of horse-dung they produce after the fact. I mean sure…there are lots of bills and nonsense put before the heads, however, a vast majority never see the light of day.

I told her she basically had several options. Don’t lift pencil to paper, fail it…on purpose or just take the test. Whatever her choice, I’d back her up. I even gave her my work number and told her, if there was any sort of trouble, give the paper to the teacher.

Now here’s where it get’s…interesting. Actually, I didn’t even believe her! When she said she was going to refuse it, honestly… I laughed. I said “You?!? You who never makes even a ripple? You’re going to refuse it???”....I just KNEW I would never get a phone call, because I KNEW she wouldn’t do it.

And WOW, was I wrong….

So yesterday, I get home from work and my husband (who was completely in the dark as to our earlier conversation) says to me “Ummmm…so, you know what I never expected?”  Me: “No…what?!”  He replies “A phone call from the principal about C~~~~~~  …….   WTF did I MISS????

Here’s the point where I dropped everything and my jaw hit the floor. And honestly, I just started laughing. I was absolutely floored! LIL MIss??? Are you kidding me? She actually did something ‘wrong’???

Naturally that flipped over real quick to “Oh no! What did you say? Did you back her up???”

To which he said “I’m so confused. I have no idea what’s going on here!  ( Wise decision) The principal called and said C~~~~ had filled in EVERY SINGLE CIRCLE on the PARCC, and while the school was not angry, they had concerns, because it was so unlike her and that she had been sweating and shaking so badly in class…..they had to send her to the restroom!”

Again….my jaw….yeah…at this point, it had made it’s way to the basement. Followed quickly by…”I better call the school”…

After a wonderful chat with the school principal, who again, was not angry in anyway….was very cordial  and made it clear that he knew C~~~~~  had never been any sort of trouble maker… was a fabulous student and he’d only wanted to verify  what C~~~ had said. And what C~~~ had said was that I had told her she had my permission.

About 10 minutes later, Lil Miss walked in the door. She had never even been confronted by any school staff, so she didn’t even know about the phone call. So I  asked her…”how did it go?”. She said she filled in all the dots…I asked why she filled in ALL the dots and didn’t just mark random answers. She said “By filling in all the dots, I don’t throw my teachers into the frying pan. They’ll know I did it on purpose. They won’t think I simply didn’t know the answers, thereby…my teachers don’t look like bad educators.” 

ummm….ok….I really can’t argue that. Then she said, she did however do the essay portion. But instead of the writing what was expected, she wrote the reason for her behavior. She wrote, she wouldn’t participate in the PARCC, because it wasn’t the states job to judge her teachers, based on the scores of the masses. It was her job and her parents…and she and her parents,  thought  her teachers were great. ( I removed awesome here, because I can’t recall if she’d written the word awesome or said it. It could have been ‘great’…she’s at school now, so I can’t ask)

I suppose…I really can’t argue that. Funny thing is, she still took a test…just not the PARCC. This was a test that I hadn’t expected. I can’t even decide if it was hers or mine? I suppose for her, it was a test to see if she had the courage to stand up for herself and those around her (although again…no child should be put in a position, where they have the pressure of knowing, that THEIR own abilities, may or may not cost an adult…a raise, a dip or their jobs altogether. An adult that they respect and care about. That’s not a child’s job! SHAME ON YOU BIG BROTHER!)

And I guess for me…the test was one of conviction….was I raising sheep or human beings? Amazing, articulate, logical and yet curious to the point of breaking through boundaries, empathetic, compassionate and with a wealth of knowledge and zero indoctrination…knowing that a beautiful mind can only  thrive in an open one. Learning all sides prior to making an informed decision, regardless of the subject matter. From religion, to politics, to education, to expression….from the emotional need to override our brains, to shutting off the hysteria and letting a cooler head prevail. Sure…reaching perfection is a goal, just like any other….but knowing when to let it go, when to screw up, when to color outside the lines…that’s simply flawless.

PS: How did she find out what the PARCC was for?  We hear the words ‘critical thinking’ on a daily basis. We say we want them to use it. We preach about it’s importance and slam anything that goes against it. However, critical thinking requires not only the written resources, but the ability to research, understand and put to use all that we have learned. Taking the knowledge you have gained and using it to create an informed opinion, is at it’s very core. Her teachers have never mentioned the  purpose of this test, only asking that they eat a good breakfast and focus. And if it’s believed in anyway, that this child was swayed, know this….critical thinking is not the goal, if the idea is to raise a follower….critical thinking, in it’s true form, raises leaders. We shouldn’t  tell our children they need to be brilliant and score high…and then tell them to shut-up when they tell us  all they’ve learned.  My child’s teacher’s,  don’t require the PARCC to prove that they’ve succeeded. They’ve already proven that in spades. So how did she find out about the true meaning behind the test? Her teachers did their jobs….they taught her to read…

Happy Valentine’s Day Fellow Bloggers

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(This was my gift from my husband this morning. I Love It!)


 

-Thank you for the wealth of information, creativity, emotion and inspiration. There’s nothing I look forward to more, than clicking on that ‘Reader’ link at the top of the page. The photography, the poetry, the stories of both sadness and joy. The recipes, the travel, the artistic creations….here’s to many more Valentine’s, filled with the immortality of written expression.