This is what the 7th grade history teacher had to say about his student of the year choice yesterday…
This next individual, I wouldn’t say he always had a smile on his face, but he always had a look on his face like he wanted to ask a question. There is one thing as a history teacher I like, and that is when I’m challenged.
History isn’t about what happened and exactly what happened and those specific facts. We have to take a look at documents and try to figure out what happened. So, it’s very exciting when students dig deeper and doesn’t accept only what’s written and they take a look and try to analyze and review these facts and try to figure out what happened.
This individual was very good and an astounding individual this year in terms of asking those questions. I’d like to ask to the stage…the youngest spawn.
He didn’t really call him the youngest spawn. And the not always smiling bit made me laugh because it is totally the youngest spawn. That and Every Other award winner was revered as always having a smile on his/her face. Not one other teacher mentioned feeling challenged.
Anyway he continues to amaze me with the progress he makes to overcome some issues that if he let them, would hinder his success in life. You can read more about that here.
Oh, and he also won music student of the year. That was part of a larger group of Unified Arts award winners, so there were no individual awards.
Of course Farmer Ted got caught up in one no-no (copied straight from his Facebook page)…
Here’s how the conversation took a nose dive at the bar the other night.
(Bartender Chick) “Did You guys hear what that asshole said to Me earlier?!”
(Dude at the bar) “Nah. What’d he say?”
(Bartender Chick) “He said that I was pretty hot for being 50!!!”
(Me) “DAMN! That’s some cold shit, man!”
(Dude at the bar) “No shit…… I’d be REALLY REALLY surprised if you were a
day over 40.” “Really surprised….”
(Me) “Yeah…. No shit.”
(Bartender Chick) “I’m FUCKING 34!!!!!!”
(Dude at the bar) “Uh…”
(Bartender Chick) “You guys ready to cash out?”
I spent part of my afternoon on a local farm weeding onions. Turns out, it was fun. Why isn’t weeding my own garden so rewarding? Because that is solely a selfish endeavor for my own gain and well being. And, a colossal pain in the ass.
The Chester County Food Bank serves over 90 regional food cupboards and meal sites. Today, I weeded onion beds for them. Not all by myself, some of my co-workers joined me. Obviously the food bank gets canned/dried good/monetary donations throughout the year from very generous people, but they try to bring in fresh veggies during the season with their own sort of “farm to table” program. Local farms donate some growing space and minimal labor, but it’s up to the Food Bank and volunteers to grow, care for and harvest the crops. It’s called Gleaning, and you can read more about it here.
Get involved people. If you can’t give money, give some time.
“The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard.”
― Joel Salatin
, Folks, This Ain’t Normal: A Farmer’s Advice for Happier Hens, Healthier People, and a Better World