Feeling better?

A little. I am still stuffy and coughing, but I am not as achy. I went to work yesterday and my kids drove me up a wall! I headed home right after school and then rested until pottery class. I didn’t go to be nearly early enough and I am tired today, but it is Friday and I can make it through.

Sick day

flu.jpgI don’t remember the last time I took a sick day. Sometimes I take a half day for a doctor’s appointment, but I am not very often sick enough to miss school.

I wasn’t sure I was going to stay home, but when I woke this morning at 6, I couldn’t move without coughing. I called my boss and told him I couldn’t come in. Today is my “crazy” day when I have 4 tech classes and Literacy. They better get me a good sub.

95.jpgI am working on my lesson plans for Literacy right now. The kids are going to read a story called A Chair for My Mother by Vera B. Williams. It is a great story about a grandmother, a mother, and a little girl. They have lost everything in a house fire. The story is about how they save money to buy a new chair. My major concern about reading this story is that one of my students lost everything in a house fire a few weeks ago. I hope that she will be okay with this story, especially since I am not there. I am also sorry that we have to do this story this week. The spelling pattern in the workbook r-controlled a, which is the spelling pattern we were going to do next, but because it is a short week (because of the snowday, we had Friday on Monday) we aren’t doing spelling. Oh well, another week I suppose.

Now I must finish my lessons and fire them off to school.

The Higher Power of Lucky

by Susan Patron

I haven’t weighed in much on the controversy that has swirled around this childern’s novel. I wanted to wait to read it. When I returned to school after winter break I asked the librarian if she had read any of the articles or discussion about the “scrotum” book. She had missed it all, but thought she had the book on order. She did a little looking and found it on her desk. I got to read it first! I am not great at writing summaries of books, so here is what someone else had to say:

“Lucky, age 10, lives in tiny Hard Pan, California (population 43), with her dog and the young French woman who is her guardian. With a personality that may remind some readers of Ramona Quimby, Lucky, who is totally contemporary, teeters between bravado–gathering insect specimens, scaring away snakes from the laundry–and fear that her guardian will leave her to return to France. Looking for solace, Lucky eavesdrops on the various 12-step meetings held in Hard Pan (of which there are plenty), hoping to suss out a “higher power” that will see her through her difficulties. Her best friend, Lincoln, is a taciturn boy with a fixation for tying knots; another acquaintance, Miles, seems a tiresome pest until Lucky discovers a secret about his mother. Patron’s plotting is as tight as her characters are endearing. Lucky is a true heroine, especially because she’s not perfect: she does some cowardly things, but she takes pains to put them to rights. ~Francisca Goldsmith
Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved

I picked this summary, because I actually said to my librarian yesterday that Lucky reminds me of Ramona or Junie B. The book is written in Lucky’s voice. She reasons like a child and she lets you in on her thinking. There is nothing perfect about Lucky’s life and she goes about fixing it in a child way. All too often children in books are like little adults who make all the right choices and everything works out perfect in the end. Until you get to the very end, you don’t know how Lucky’s life is going to turn out. (And I am not going to tell you.)

The controversy surrounding the use of the word “scrotum” in the book is not unlike controversy in other children’s books (see Harry Potter, any book about gay teens, any book that hints at sex or death). It stems from people reading selected passages and then extrapolating an issue they have handpicked.

Why didn’t they read the part about how Brigette came to Lucky? After Lucky’s mom’s death, the first wife of Lucky’s father (who wants nothing to do with her) comes from France to be her guardian. How selfless, how touching. But nothing compared to the word scrotum.

Why didn’t they look at the 12-steppers and say “Good for you!”? These people have admitted they have a problem and want to fix it. They have searched for their higher power and handed their recovery over to him/her/it. They are working to be better people. But that’s nothing compared to the word scrotum.

My day off

Today is Town Meeting Day. In Vermont, each town has a Town Meeting. Most meetings now take place in the evenings or on a weekend day. My town’s meeting is the 3rd Saturday of March, but today is voting day. We are the only town in the state with representative Town Meeting. My dad has been a Town Meeting rep for as long as I can remember. When I was little I thought of Town Meeting as a day we had off of school and I saw my daddy on TV. We have had local access television for many years and they have always broadcast from the meeting. It was fun to see him.

I actually get excited to vote. It is wonderful to me that we have that right and privilege in the United States. However, today, for the first time I am not voting. In fact, I am not doing much of anything. Last night, I came home from afterschool program feeling warm and achy. It got worse as the night went on. I woke up this morning feeling like crap. I have been coughing and achy all day. Good thing I didn’t have to go to work. I bummed about not voting. A neighbor, who was a friend in MS/HS, is a write in for a one year Town Meeting Rep and I am going to be really sorry if he doesn’t get it by 1 vote.

I am also really sorry I didn’t get a flu shot.

GIANT Cookies & Cream Bar

** Note: I really like Mike & Maria’s restaurant reviews, so I have decided to start my own. However, I don’t plan to just review restaurants. I got this idea while eating ice cream pops with my husband. **

bluebunny_cookiecream_bar.jpgGIANT Cookies & Cream Bar
POINTS value 2

Offered in a six-pack, each GIANT Cookies & Cream Bar contains low-fat vanilla ice cream and delicious cookie crunch coating, with 140 calories, 5 grams of fat and 4 grams of fiber.
~Weight Watchers Website

I wanted:
ice cream
a low point snack
vanilla with chocolate

I bought:
Weight Watchers GIANT Cookies & Cream Bar

I’ve eaten:
two (in 4 days)

I tasted:
okay vanilla, a little bland
no chocolate flavor
wooden stick

I thought:
they were okay for a low point treat
the cookie crumbs were too messy
i don’t like wooden stick

I will:
not buy these again

Edit: Hilary wanted to know if I noticed the chocolate crunchies tasted salty. I didn’t notice, although I didn’t feel like they had much taste at all. I have, like, 4 more to eat (even though I didn’t like them, I can’t waste them), so I will make more of an effort to taste the crunchies.

Give me public speaking or give me death

I was doing a murder mystery on Sunday and I was sitting next to a blow hard asshole know-it-all big talker who didn’t shut up through the whole dinner. It was a little hard to stay in character.

At one point he said “I don’t believe this crap that people fear public speaking more than death.” I responded that I am not afraid of death. I think when you are dead you don’t really know any better. On the other hand, I am afraid of being killed/dying. You know strangulation, stabbing, shot, drowning, bleeding out…that kind of stuff scares me a little. So I said as much to this guy. And he says half looking at me, half at his (male) dinner partner and says “So you are saying if I held a gun to your head and said talk to 200 people or I shoot you. You would rather be shot?” I kind of blew him off, since, um, I was acting in a improv murder mystery in front of 75 people. I knew if I engaged him he would just keep going.

But since then I have had more time to think. I think he is missing the whole point of what fear is. Sure, no one would rather be shot than speak in front of people, but that’s not the point. I don’t see it as comparing one fear to another. If you asked me what my biggest fear is I would say heights. I would not say death, because I am not really afraid of death. I don’t want to die, and probably given a choice I would choose standing on the edge of the pyramid at Chichen Itza over death, but you didn’t ask me that. You asked me what my biggest fear is.

So what do you think? Is he right? Are we wrong to say we fear something more than death? What do you fear most of all?