Not Feeling Like Myself

So, I just want to say that I don’t often get sick or feel off.  But yesterday I didn’t feel quite myself all day.  I really noticed it after I gave the kids the bath yesterday and stood up and got a little light headed.  Then it went away but then yesterday late afternoon I started feeling a little light headed again.  Not dizzy but just a little off balance.  Last night I woke up in the middle of the night–but Noah–and walked him upstairs.  I was wobbly.  I could feel my muscles shaking a little as I took each step.  It was weird.  This morning, I was still a little wobbly but now I just feel a little weak and slightly light headed.  I am also hungry.  I have been eating well.  I know that I am a little dehydrated, so I am working on drinking lots of water today.  But I just don’t feel right.

I’m going to see how the rest of the day goes and then try to get in to see the doctor if it doesn’t go away.

Any ideas on what might be wrong with me????

You Would Think I Could Have Prevented This

Noah has a cavity and it is all totally my fault.  UGH.

I who have spent more time in a dentist office before the age of 10 than most people do in their whole life–I have spent so much time in the dentists office that I could earned my DDS or DMD and still have extra hours put in.  I was born without enamel on my teeth and that brought with it a whole host of problems.

It is on the tooth that he chipped at age 1 and is in the back up on the gum line–a pretty common place I’m told.  Noah has to get a filling–he won’t need a shot.  I feel like a complete failure.  If anyone knows the importance of dental hygiene it’s me.  I have been too lax with the teeth brushing, etc and now my kid is paying for it.  Just when I was feeling good about parenting.  Now, not so much.

Who Doesn’t Need More Magizines?

The Board of EOR is traveling to Ethiopia in December to work with Engineers Without Borders to build a well is Boru, Ethiopia.  This well will get clean water to nearly 5000 people.  Please help us get this project completed and order/renew your magizines here.

Some Things I Just Can’t Get Past

I have tried not to spend to much time lamenting about the urban educational system and suburbia’s perceptions of those who they decided to label as urban.  It is something that really upsets, angers and bothers me to the core.  I know I posted a while ago about stereotypes in education and how the accepted stereotypes of minority students determines the substandard education they are give in within an affluent school district.  Something really must be wrong with an educational system if black and Latino and native American kids don’t score any better on standardized tests in these affluent districts than they do in the miserably failing urban schools.  In some cases the minority kids in urban schools score better than those in suburban districts.

When I broach this subject with those in and even outside of education–what I so often get spit back in defense of our educational system is this:

“Well are they residents (of these richer districts)?”

“There is a lot of low income housing around those schools.”

“Most of our behavior problems are from deseg students (kids bussed in from the city)”

“Kids can’t learn if they don’t have all of there basic needs met”

“If mom and dad aren’t educated their kid are going to have a harder time”

These comments make me want to scream and they totally make my argument for me.  Do we really think/believe/accept that all blacks are poor?  In reality 24.7% of blacks live below the poverty line (for those reporting only a single race category to the census)  That is a high percentage but considering blacks make up only 13% of the overall population–approximately 38.4 million and then based on the percentage living below the poverty line there are roughly 9.6 million blacks living in poverty (as defined by the government–I fully accept and understand there are many more who do not fit the poverty numbers but are in essence pretty poor).  Compared with whites–non-hispanic who still make up 66% of the population–approximately 201 million whites non-hispanic and with 8.9% in poverty that makes 17.9 millions whites in poverty.

This means as teacher we are nearly as likely to have a poor white student as we are a poor black student (or close to just as likely–there is a slightly higher chance in urban areas that your black students are going to be poorer but not as much in the suburban areas.)  I taught in a suburban black community and at least half of my students were from middle class families and some of them from upper middle class families. Many of their parents were educated and held degree or in other cases multiple degrees.  But the assumption was often the same–before poor kids can learn they need their needs met, etc.  This is so damaging to students.  Skin color is not the same as socio-economic status.  I am tired of us making excuses for the failures we have let happen when it comes to our educational system.  I think the same can be said for health care. Those who are no affected–rich/white–are quick to point out that it isn’t the system that is failing but the people.

That is so often the argument in education.  I am sick just thinking about the amount of time we spend blaming students for the inability to learn or their lack of desire or interest.  I am tired of the excuse we make for not doing our job to the best of our ability.  I will admit here that I have been guilty of that–I think it is easier at the high school level to write kids off–especially those who have been beaten so badly by the system that they have completely lost hope.  But it is our job as teachers to give them that hope back.  We have to stop with the excuses.  We have to challenge the stereotypes that we have allowed to determine the type of education we were given access to.  We must stand up for change.  The status quo just cannot be allowed to remain the same.  Rhetoric cannot replace action.

Musing Of A Three-Year-Old

This weekend marked a moment in Noah’s life.  He had two birthday parties to attend for his friends.  These parties were not the first he has been to but they are the first where he really understood what was happening.  On Saturday, we went to the Magic House to celebrate the the birthday of one of his future classmates.  We have already been invited to another party for another one of his future classmates and school hasn’t even started yet.  Crazy.  The other party was for his “best” friend who lives next door.  They hang out all of the time and really really like playing together.

So, he got to pick out what to buy for his friends–

Me: Noah where should we go shopping for birthday presents?

Noah: Target.

M: Okay, sounds good.

N:  I have an idea Mom.

M: What?

N:  I could by my birthday present and you could keep it for me until my birthday.

M: Noah–you know your birthday is really far away.  Like in March–which is 8 months away.

N:  But I really want an Ironman and Batman for my birthday and you could keep it.

M:  Well, that is a good idea.  But we are going to buy presents for Dayton and for Elizabeth.  Not for Noah.

N:  But you could keep it until my birthday.

Yeah, I so know how that would work.

At Target.

M:  Okay, Noah so what do you want to get for E and D?

N: Spiderman.  I think they would like Spiderman.

M:  Maybe.  But let’s try something else.

N:  Batman?

M:  Well, another good idea.  But E and D are both girls what do you think we should get them?

After thinking–which includes putting his index finger on his cheek and say “mmmm”

N:  I know.  Princess stuff.

M:  Excellent idea.

He finally decides on a tinkerbell something for E and for a Snow White Tea set for Dayton–because “maybe Dayton and I cam play tea party together.”

After successfully shopping for the birthday party presents.  Noah manages to navigate me down the Car aisle.  He looks at some of the Cars action figures (if you can call them figures) from the movie.

N:  Mom, I don’t have these.

M:  Noah, we aren’t shopping for you.  You don’t have any  money.

N:  But Mom, I have been sleeping in my bed all night and the sleep fairy hasn’t been leaving me money.  If the fairy left me money, I’d have some to buy this.

M:  Yes you would.

N:  How come the fairy stopped leaving me money?

M:  So, this is what you want to get?

I hate it when the 3-year-old wins.