the fight in all of us

There’s a mama or papa bear in all of us, and it comes roaring to the surface when our kids get targeted.

“This is why we fight for our children. We fight for a better world. My readers may remember the challenges that Carl was facing in middle school. There were children calling him a “taco.” They called him “brownie.” They threatened to send him “back over the wall” to Mexico.

Carl was bewildered. “But I’m Puerto Rican!” he kept saying. “I was born in Massachusetts!” “

Why We Fight: Herding Chickens and Other Adventures in Foster and Adoptive Care

looking for the invisible ones

“As a homeless student, icebreakers were always tough for me.  If my classmates asked about my family or tried to organize sleepovers, I couldn’t tell them that me and my younger sister didn’t have a place to live.  I was afraid that if they knew, they would take her away from me…

As someone with learning disabilities, my sister depended on me to protect her from our mother, who was often so enraged by my sister’s behavioral problems that she became violent and abusive.  We moved around a lot too, often because we were evicted.”

None of My Teachers Knew I Was Homeless. They Should Have. | Huffington Post

a dozen middle school nuggets

Well, we’re in the deep weeds now.

We’ve officially completed our first full week with two kids in middle school.  They have 22 months between them but are in back-to-back grades at school.  They walk the same hallways, have (some) of the same teachers, and aren’t the least bit afraid to express opinions about rules, staff, and dress code.

Here are a few nuggets I’ve gleaned from the first week of school.

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slaying dragons and getting the Knowledge

“I think I finally found my hallelujah
I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life
Now all my dreams are coming true, yeah
I’ve been waiting for this moment

Feels good to be alive right about now”

Andy Grammar – “Good to be Alive (Hallelujah)”

Oh buddy, I’m gonna wait while you click on that link and dance to some Andy Grammar this morning.  Go on, really…this song nails it today.

Enjoyed a little groove there?  (STILL haven’t listened?  Click on the link, people!)

It’s the first day of school in my county.  Can a mama get an amen?

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things I can’t handle, school edition

“School days, school days
Dear old Golden Rule days
‘Reading and ‘riting and ‘rithmetic
Taught to the tune of the hick’ry stick…”

Will Cobb and Gus Edwards ©1907

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This song has always left me with more questions than answers.  Why do they say “dear old” Golden Rule days?  Did they graduate out of that one?  Why does Reading have an apostrophe in front of it when you haven’t dropped a letter?  And how exactly does that hickory stick set the rhythm?  I imagine a teacher thumping a walking stick on the floor, but it also makes me think about nuns and those rulers…

At any rate, we’ve reached the final weekend before school begins – that milestone deserves an academic edition of Things I Just Can’t Handle.

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offensive t-shirt seams, temporary body art, and the pointless pursuit of de-sassing teens

Leave it to my youngest to bring up back to school shopping.  In July.  While on vacation.

I guess one could praise Bear for her foresight and responsibility.  Me?  I fell back on Advanced Parenting 301.  I said I didn’t want to think about it until August.

And dammit, here we are.

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school supply lists are here. joey’s got an Opinion.

And, in honor of the first day of August…

“On Sunday, we got one of those fabulous automated calls of which I’m so incredibly fond.  Sassy’s middle school principal had a seven-point audio presentation for us, and one of those seven points was the supply list.  The supply list.  I fuckin hate the supply list.”

This is way more than your typical school supply list rant.  It is a laugh out loud funny look at our new academic demands, including commentary on elementary socialism and quantity overkill.  Bwahahahaha!

Shady Ass School Supply Lists | joeyfullystated

anticipation, that first circle of hell, and the never ending concert

In honor of winding up the school year (or having just finished, depending upon your luck), here’s a word from an epic school band parent.

Phase I:  Excitement and anticipation.

Whether you child plays woodwinds, brass, or percussion (like mine), you will be excited to attend this important event, potentially the performance of a lifetime.  All year your child has been waking up early twice a week to get to band practice, instrument in tow.  Finally you get to hear the fruits of his labor!  You mark your calendar, rearrange appointments, and shuffle any competing extracurricular activities so that the whole family is available to be in attendance.  How often are you treated to a night of FREE musical entertainment, after all?”

The 10 phases of attending a school band concert | Screaming into my Pillow