Saturday Stuff

Seating Arrangements

Persia absently tapped a small, white placard against her lips as she walked around the room to survey the seating arrangements.

“Perfect,” she muttered. She was confident she had separated the problem guests and that there would be minimal drama during the wedding reception.

She couldn’t put it off any longer; the moment of truth had arrived.

She glanced down at the name on the card.

Everything depended upon this single card…

She carefully weighed the pros and cons of placing the card where it belonged.

Pro: taken care of – Con: she didn’t like the man.

Sighing, she placed the card at the groom’s place setting.

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Write up to 100 words, fact or fiction….

This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words (not including said prompt). The prompt is in italics above.

Can We Talk?

Brace Yourselves – 72% of Grocery Carts Have Poo on Them

I sure hope you’re not eating while reading this!

Kevin and I were sitting in my office today, eating lunch, when he told me that he heard this on a radio talk show this morning:

Study finds fecal matter on over half of shopping carts, reusable shopping bags

Researchers at the University of Arizona say shopping carts and reusable grocery bags are teeming with fecal matter and bacteria, often more than a typical bathroom.

Professor Charles Gerba swabbed the handles of 85 carts in four states for bacterial contamination.

Gerba found 72 percent of the carts had a positive marker for fecal bacteria and half had Escherichia coli (E. coli). He also found reusable shopping bags that are not washed regularly are swarming with bacteria.

Oh …..YUCK!!!!

We’re one of those annoying people who grab a wipe on our way into a store and wipe down the handle and the sides of a shopping cart. Any areas we think we’re going to be touching, and it gets swabbed with a wipe. It’s not that we’re terribly concerned about germs, after all, a few germs are good so your body can build up immunities, but let’s use common sense, too. Those carts are used by a LOT of different people every day. And not everyone is as, er, clean as they should be.

(In fact, I can’t even look at that picture up above – just think how many germs that baby is sucking in! Ew!)

Now keep in mind, this “study” was sponsored by Clorox, so it’s probably a little skewed, (so people will go out and Clorox wipes) but still, it’s definitely something to think about. I know Kevin and I wash our hands immediately after we get home from a trip to Wal-Mart (or anywhere public, for that matter) because I hate to say this, but people? Are sort of nasty germ factories. (And I’m sure we carry around our own unique germs, too!)

I also followed a link from the above article and read about the most germy offices …

Your Desk Is A ‘Bacteria Cafeteria’
Survey: Teachers’ Workplace Environment Is Dirtiest, Lawyers’ Is Cleanest

A new survey shows which office-based jobs host the most bacteria.

Here is the list, going from careers with the most to least germs on workspace surfaces:

1. Teacher
2. Accountant
3. Banker
4. Radio DJ
5. Doctor
6. Television producer
7. Consultant
8. Publicist
9. Lawyer

University of Arizona microbiologist Charles Gerba, Ph.D., and colleagues did the dirty work. The Clorox Company funded the study and reported the results. These findings are part of a large research project by Gerba on “Germs in the Workplace.”

Average bacteria per square inch of workspace surfaces ranged from 17,800 for teachers to 900 for lawyers, according to the report, which doesn’t specify which bacteria were found.

This was another study sponsored by Clorox, so take it with a grain of salt. But again … it’s food (get it?) for thought! The four worst places for germs found at the desk were: phones, desks, keyboards, and computer mice.

Makes sense.

And I had to laugh when I read this because in case you didn’t notice, I started this article with “Kevin and I were eating lunch at my desk”, so we’re definitely contributing to that bacteria data! Ha!

At any rate, I thought I’d pass this little (disgusting) tidbit along to you.

This is a bit off topic, but when I was looking for a photo to put with this article, I found this picture:

A magnifying glass attached to the shopping cart handle. Now THAT’S my kind of cart! If I had a nickel for every time I tried to read something at the store only to realize I didn’t have my reading glasses with me …

Anyway … tell me friends, how concerned are you about germs? Do you take the time to wipe down your shopping carts?

Friday Fun

Aloha Friday: Is Chivalry Dead?

Aloha! Kailani is the brain-child behind this fun Friday meme. If you feel inclined to answer my question, please post your answer in the comment section. Sound fun? Of course it does! Want to answer more questions? Hop over to An Island Life and play along!

(Please feel free to answer the question below, even if you’re not playing Aloha Friday!)

My question:

Is Chivalry Dead?

I plan on blogging about this subject this next week. In the meantime, I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.

And if you’d rather not comment, but would like to voice your opinion, please participate in the poll below:

Can We Talk?, Politics

It’s Time to Stop Playing Politics with Our Children’s Futures

Can we talk?

When I heard the buzz about the “Waiting for Superman” documentary, I immediately jumped onto Netflix and put it in my queue.

Then the fiasco in Wisconsin happened. Now, it’s not even available until next year. (Okay, slight exaggeration, but still, a long time).

Impatient to watch it, I broke down and bought the disk. (Which, incidentally, I will be reselling in my Amazon book store very soon. I’ve disabled the store for the time being, but will be reinstating it shortly – watch my sidebar for the link).

Kevin and I watched the documentary Tuesday night.

As always, I will try and be fair to both sides of the issue in my analysis.

Ready?

I think we can all agree that our public school system has problems. As the documentary points out, we’re still using a 1950’s structure in a 2011 world. The tracking system is antiquated, there are too many governmental agencies involved, no one organization really knows what the other organization is doing, the school administrators are constantly bombarded with conflicting rules and regulations and then, of course, there are the problems with the teachers’ unions and their inflexible procedures when it comes to weeding out the terrible teachers.

Now hold on, cowboy. I’m NOT saying that all public schools are terrible. I’m NOT saying that all teachers are terrible. AT ALL. Teachers have my utmost respect. No. Seriously. Teachers are a special breed because MOST teachers are patient, talented, educated, intelligent and fantastic with children. I’m thankful for our teachers. I have personally dealt with some pretty AWESOME teachers (and principals!) over the years. And though the movie probably should have at least acknowledged that there are indeed great schools out there, great schools aren’t the problem. The poor schools are the issue. And there are more poor schools than should be accepted in our system. THOSE are the schools, THOSE teachers are the ones we’re addressing here. Let’s address the overall problem and make our school system work for everyone. Let’s overhaul our school system and reward those teachers that truly deserve recognition.

What I honestly don’t understand is when people yell and scream that we need to make some changes “for the children,” and then immediately renege on that “commitment” when hard suggestions are made to make those changes (like revamping government policies and involvement as well as restructuring teacher unions).

If people were truly serious about helping the children, then everyone involved in the convoluted “business” of educating our children would be willing to do something about it. Instead, I see way too much in-fighting and power struggles and not only is nothing being done to improve our education system, it’s actually making it worse.

When I found out that the director, Davis Guggenheim, of “An Inconvenient Truth” was the same man behind “Waiting for Superman,” I nearly passed on the opportunity to watch it. It’s no secret that I’m a conservative woman who DOES NOT believe, for one minute, that Global Warming is man-made. (Another post for another day, perhaps). But considering this documentary concerned a subject near and dear to my heart, I thought I owed the problem my attention.

So, I put my personal thoughts and opinions aside and watched the documentary with an objective eye. And regardless of how you feel about ASPECTS of our public school problem, I think we OWE OUR CHILDREN to at least examine the problem and talk about honest and realistic solutions to this serious problem.

This means checking our political views and self-righteous attitudes at the door. This isn’t about Democrats or Republicans, it’s not about public or private sector jobs, IT’S ABOUT OUR CHILDREN, and they need our help.

This is a grown up problem; I think it’s high time we all started acting like grown ups to try and find a better solution, don’t you? Because we can’t continue on with what we have now – it’s not working. Our children are not receiving the education they need and DESERVE to compete in a complex and competitive world.

And forgive me, but running away from the problem (i.e. homeschooling / private school) will not fix anything, either. Look. We’re all trying to do what is best for our children. I understand that. I GET IT. I’m a parent, I want what’s best for my children, too. And if our public schools aren’t giving our children what they need, then we, as parents, have the right, nay, the responsibility, to find alternatives.

But what about the hundreds of thousands of children and parents who don’t have that choice? They can’t homeschool because they have to work. They don’t make enough money to send their children to private schools. Public schools are their only option. Don’t THOSE children deserve to receive the best education that our tax dollars can give them?

These children get lost in the system because the rest of us would prefer to avoid the problem instead of fixing the problem.

And don’t you find it infuriating when people get on their podiums and preach about how we all need to pitch in and make this work, for the children, and yet they send their own children to private schools? That stuff drives me nuts. When does the problem get fixed? When do we stop pointing fingers at everyone else for the problem and start taking initiative to fix the damn problem?

And before you ask, my children go to public school. And I’m involved with their education. And my heart HURTS for these poor children who fall through the cracks and drop out of school their freshmen year in high school. These poor children have not been taught any skills to use to make their lives productive. It’s tragic to me that we can’t all get past ourselves and make the changes that need to be made so these innocent, helpless children are taught what is necessary to give them a strong start to the rest of their lives.

But enough preaching, let’s talk about what we can do to change this. Now. Today.

PARENTS

Get involved with your children’s education. I don’t know how else to say it. Schools are not babysitters. They do not exist to take your children off your hands for six hours a day. They exist to educate and prepare children for their (our) future.

Keep a positive attitude about school. Talk about the problems they may have with their teachers (I’ve had numerous conversations about “bad” teachers with my boys – it’s like real life, you have to deal with all sorts of personalities. This just means they will have to take the imitative and move forward on their own. I’d say, the bad teachers will get what’s coming to them eventually, but now I’m not so sure – more on that later).

School is a child’s “job.” It’s their “job” to go, learn, and follow up. School should be their main focus. It should be treated with respect and taken seriously. Parents can help instill the importance of school by taking school seriously. It’s not a daycare, it’s not a big playground, it’s an institution that deserves respect. If you respect school, your children will respect school.

GOVERNMENT

Let’s get rid of the duplicate programs, consolidate departments, restructure staffing and use the money that will inevitably be left over from these changes and pour it into the school districts so that they may build better buildings and provide a technological infrastructure that complements today’s high-tech needs.

Let’s stop playing politics with our children’s futures. No more special government favors. That just creates officials who feel obligated to vote a certain way in order to “pay” their special interest investors off. Hire an independent, private agency to make sure these monies are being distributed to the districts that desperately need the monetary/staffing help. We can’t rely on the government to do anything right – look how many programs it has screwed up. These programs begin with good intentions, but then you get government officials involved who are more interested in furthering his/her career and the original intent of the program is lost under greed and red tape.

Hire private agencies that follow up on these improvements to make sure that the districts are actively working on making them happen. If they discover these changes aren’t being made, then fire the people in charge and put in people who are willing, and able, to get the job done.

That’s how the private sector works. Why can’t these same principles apply with our government programs?

TEACHERS

Ah … the teachers. Again, let me reiterate, I THINK TEACHERS ARE GREAT! I also think there are some teachers who take advantage of their tenure status and sit around all day and don’t teach their class, too.

And my boys have had a few of those types of teachers over the years. And it’s terribly frustrating knowing that they probably won’t be reprimanded, or fired, at least, any time soon. And you saw in the movie, administrators have to go through 36, that’s THIRTY-SIX, steps in order for a teacher to even be considered for termination.

That’s crazy, folks. Can you imagine if the private sector had to go through something like that? They’d have to have a completely separate department just to start a termination process.

I’ve talked about unions before. And I’ll be honest, I’m not a big union supporter. Though I DO believe employees need to be protected, to some degree, I think unions have gone too far, have gotten too big and they now have a stranglehold on our system.

Teachers’ unions are great for teachers, not so great for children. And I honestly think they need to do away with tenure altogether and implement that tier system mentioned in the movie. Give teachers the INCENTIVE to out perform their peers thereby earning themselves more money AND becoming a great teacher, which benefits the children. When you take incentive away, and if they have tenure, there is absolutely no motivation to do anything other than show up. Granted, most teachers aren’t like that, but let’s be honest, there are some who are. It’s like they’re thumbing their noses at us because really, what can we do?

Nothing, short of restructuring how unions work and that requires lawmakers, who are often times paid for with union dues, to make changes.

You don’t normally bite the hand that feeds you.

And just like the man in the interview said, pay teachers more money and entice better teachers to enter the field. We could afford to pay these teachers more if we restructured the entire system, made some pretty deep and crucial cuts and reallocated those funds from money pits.

The question is, how badly do we want this reform? If people aren’t willing to make the tough choices, then to me, that tells me that all of this public school reform talk? Is just that, talk.

And if/when we give the teachers, and principals, the extra money we suddenly have because we’ve made these changes, let’s give them – the teachers and principals – the authority to spend that money where it needs to be spent. (Within reason, of course. And that might be monitored by the principal or a central school board at the school with the needs). They know, better than anyone, where improvements need to be made, not some bureaucrat sitting in an ivory tower.

I personally think the teachers unions needs to be one of the first things we change about our education system. As it stands now, our hands are tied. We are at the mercy of the union managers and nothing will change as long as they maintain the power.

MOVIE ASPECTS

Here are aspects of the movie, and this interview, I’d like to comment on:

(By the way, I can not STAND Katie Couric. But this is not about Katie Couric, it’s about our public school system, it’s about our children. See how this works? It doesn’t matter what I personally think about a person, or a political party, stay focused on the PROBLEM).

Tracking – I’m not sure I believe in the “tracking” system. That sounds so clinical and organized. I’m just not convinced that our system IS that organized. And the AP courses he talked about in the interview? Are accessible to all students – they have to take a test to see if they qualify for the class, but all students have the opportunity to get into AP classes, they just have to work hard and make the grades. Honors classes aren’t special clubs or for the elite, they’re for anyone willing to work their butts off to get into them.

Charter Schools – Again, I think people are missing the point of comparing public schools to charter schools in this movie. I think some people thought that Guggenheim was singing charter school praises – the charter schools were showcased in the movie to show people what sort of alternatives are, or can be, available. It was (is?) an experiment to find a better solution to our public school problem because if the government won’t fix this problem, what choice do we have? Our children need to be educated in some way – if not the public route, then some other route.

The Lemon Dance – This bothers me and serves to perfectly illustrate what is wrong with our system. Instead of getting rid of these lemon teachers and replacing them with better teachers, principals are forced to pawn them off on another poor school and guess who, once again, pays for this? The kids. If a teacher is under performing, then he/she should be fired, period. If a teacher wants to keep his/her job? Then earn the right to keep it.

The Rubber Room – This SERIOUSLY disturbs me. Even though they have been discontinued, the fact remains – teachers who are under investigation are in limbo. Only now, they aren’t confined to one room all day long, they can do whatever they want all day long while they wait to be “processed.” In essence, it’s paid vacation. And even when it’s finally their turn to be “processed,” what’s going to happen? A slap on the wrist and they’re sent right to the classroom. And WHO suffers from this insane policy? THE TAXPAYER.

Come on, people. Some of this stuff is just plan crazy and is nothing more than a power play, pure and simple.

Favorite quote from the interview: “We have to remove the status quo from the equation so that great teachers can do great work.”

Again, it’s not Charter Schools versus Public Schools – why must everything be black or white? It’s not about class or who has versus has not. Charter Schools are an alternative – they’re a choice, albeit a small choice, but a choice, nonetheless. That’s what our public school system needs – it can’t be public schools, all or nothing. That’s why so many people have chosen to homeschool or send their kids to private schools – these options have given people a CHOICE. Any situation is less frustrating when we’ve given a choice. Even bad options are still options – they’re better than no options at all.

Charter Schools, in this documentary, are meant to start the conversation on how we can do things differently. These Charter Schools are about taking their great ideas and improving them, even implementing them, into our public school system.

This movie is about opening dialogue, getting people to CARE, giving people HOPE, that change is possible if we MAKE it happen.

It’s high time that we, as people, as taxpayers, as PARENTS, all come together and honestly work together to fix our public school system. We’ve talked this issue to death, it’s time to ACT and make these hard decisions. It’s time to restructure old systems and give our kids a fighting chance to compete and give them the tools to follow their dreams.

Prompt Fiction

3WW: How Did it Happen, You Ask? Your Guess is as Good as Mine

I know.

I went long.

It’s what I do.

Sorry.

The three words to use in a story this week are:

  • Affinity
  • Fidget
  • Mention

Thanks for reading.

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For years I’ve had an affinity for my closet. I know there are many people who fear their closets, but not me. I like mine. In fact, I prefer its close darkness than that to, say, other people. People are hurtful, confusing, and unpredictable; my closet is small, secure and quite predictable – I know every article of clothing. I can trace every carpet dent made from the heels of my 16 pairs of shoes. I can even tell you the number of dust balls that litter the shadowy corners.

I spend a lot of time in my closet.

I haven’t mentioned anything about my … interest to anyone. Well, except my sister. I made the mistake of letting it slip to her about five years ago. But she ended up telling my mother, who told my father, who then proceeded to blackmail me into either seeing a psychiatrist or to move back home so they could suffocate me with their undying concern.

I opted for the psychiatrist.

I’ve also not spoken to my sister since then.

After 25 pre-paid visits determined that I was not, in fact, crazy, but that I simply liked spending time in my closet because it offered me the comfort I wasn’t receiving from anyone else in my life, I stopped my therapy sessions.

My parents were not pleased with the doctor’s diagnosis. In fact, they tried to talk me into seeking a second opinion. I was quite insulted by their insistence that I was crazy. But I suppose being diagnosed with a mental illness would have spared them the embarrassment of admitting to their friends that they had a quiet, shy, socially retarded oddball for a daughter.

I didn’t see what the big deal was: I simply liked spending time in my closet.

I didn’t do much while I was in there. Often times, I simply curled up into a ball, hugged my knees to my chest, rested my head back on a wall and simply drank in the darkness. The quiet was comforting, the low light was soft on my frazzled nerves and it served to gently squeeze out all of my anxieties so that after about fifteen minutes or so of my “closet therapy”, as my shrink liked to call it, I felt like a new woman. I was calm, I was focused and I was ready to deal with whatever crap life threw at me.

I was content … that is, until I started waking up in my closet and had absolutely no recollection of how I got there.

One minute, I would be curled up on my side, safe and sound in my bed, nestled down into my bedcovers, everything covered save for one half of my face and the next, I would be in my closet, sleepily rubbing my eyes and wondering if I overslept – again.

This went on for two weeks straight, not every night, mind you, but more like five out of seven nights before I started getting worried. How was I getting into my closet without my knowing it? Was I sleep walking? I didn’t recall ever having that problem before but how else could one rationally explain how I got from point A (my bed) to point B (the closet)?

It’s not like I teleported or anything.

Right?

(And if you tell me that that’s possible, I know the name of a shrink who would love to talk to you about your “theories.”)

I was tempted to contact my psychiatrist. I wasn’t interested in starting therapy sessions again, but I was curious to hear what sort of theories he might throw out there about my “hypothetical” situation.

But in the end, I chickened out. I was afraid, considering my rather shaky mental history with the man that he would end up committing me to a padded room “for my own good”.

Uh, no thank you.

But not knowing how it was happening was driving me crazy. (Pardon the pun, won’t you?) After agonizing over my, er, strange situation for a few days, I got an idea.

I would set up a video camera and record whatever was happening.

I’m a genius, I know.

It’s alright to be impressed. I was dutifully impressed when it first occurred to me.

I had a moment of anxiety when I bought my video camera – I am quite simply, a technological idiot. I know nothing about electronics, or Play boxes, or X stations, or Wees … or however you spell it. So I was quite out of my league when I finally drummed up the courage to ask the saleswoman for video camera suggestions.

Our conversation went something like this:

“Something small and compact, eh?” the store employee said.

“Yes. Something simple. Just tell me what button to push to turn the thing on and I’m good.”

She gave me a strange look. “What are you going to use it for?”

“I’m sorry, but that’s none of your business,” I said.

The woman gave me another strange look.

I fidgeted a bit and averted her eyes.

Did I mention I wasn’t exactly a people person?

The woman sighed. “I can help you narrow down your search if I know what you plan on using it for,” she explained; I’d say patiently, but she didn’t exactly sound patient to me.

“I want to video tape myself.”

She stared at me.

I stared back.

The silence stretched several seconds before I realized how my answer must have sounded to her.

And I’m quite sure even the roots of my hair turned cherry red with embarrassment. At least, I think they turned red. My head suddenly felt like it was on fire and I remember actually reaching up to touch it to make sure.

“Can I have a glass of water?” I asked. It wasn’t for my head, which wasn’t on fire, but because I was suddenly thirsty.

I’m eccentric, not crazy, sheesh.

After this awkward exchange, the saleswoman no longer cared about making a good sale and thrust a small, compact and simple looking machine into my hands.

Perfect. That’s what I wanted in the first place. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

I went home. I set up the camera.

I went to sleep.

Nothing.

Subconsciously, I must have known about the camera because I woke up, in my bed, like a completely normal person for a solid week.

But every night, I set it up before I went to bed, just in case.

Last night, I hit pay dirt.

(I’ve always wondered what that saying meant – I mean, does dirt really pay anything? Well, I suppose if there were gold nuggets in it or something, but I digress).

I woke up in my closet. And like always, I had no idea how I got there.

Excited, I stumbled out of my closet and checked on the video camera – it was still running.

I nearly hyperventilated as I stopped the recording. I had to stop and catch my breath because my head started to feel as if someone had stuffed cotton into my ears. Once my vision cleared, I fumbled with the camera for a bit before I figured out how to get back to the beginning.

I pushed play.

There I was, quietly sleeping away. My shoulders gently swelled with each breath. I looked so peaceful. I looked like an angel.

Well. I did.

I smiled. I was finally going to get my answer! Who needed a psychiatrist! I was smart enough to figure my own problems out!

After watching me sleep for nearly five minutes, I got bored and fast forwarded it through twenty minutes of footage. I giggled as I watched my shoulders quickly move up and down with each accelerated breath.

My image blinked out and static appeared on the tiny screen. I took the video out of fast forward mode and played it.

The sound of white noise filled the room. My sleeping image disappeared.

“Stupid camera!” I pushed the fast forward button again and a picture of my room suddenly popped back onto the screen.

Only, I wasn’t in bed any longer.

I was no where to be seen.

I pushed the fast forward button again until the closet door opened and I stumbled out, sleepily rubbing my eyes.

The camera was apparently working fine. But for some reason, it refused to record the one thing I wanted to see above all else.

Why would it do that?

I had been curious to find out how I got from my bed to the closet.

Now I was scared.

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(By the way, this odd piece of fiction was inspired by the following Post Secret).