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Mar. 6th, 2001
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Mar. 6th, 2001 03:28 pmGood farking god! Can the telemarketers not afford to hire real live people to annoy me anymore? I cannot believe they have the audacity to call me and have an answering machine on the other end. What the hell?! Do they honestly believe that I would ever ever ever think "Oh yes, you have made me see the light of day! I need home repairs!" Agr! Maybe I should listen long enough to find out if there is a point at which I could leave them a choice message.
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Mar. 6th, 2001 06:06 pmI'm not certain if I mentioned this in the past or not.... I was in home school from 5th grade until my 10th grade year. My last two years of high school were at a Christian school. As I was trying to sleep last night, I found myself thinking about my educational past and how glad I am to have grown up the way I did. Some might point to it as a reason for my people problems but those were around long before I was at home. In fact somewhere around here I have a report card from grade school that has a teachers comment on the back stating "Chava does not play well with the other children." I should find it and scan it in sometime.
No, public school is what made me hate being around people... or at least it certainly didn't help. I was one of the ones the other kids picked on. I don't remember a lot about those years... I didn't have many friends and I was though of as very weird. In an attempt to find somewhere for me to fit in, my mother had me placed in the advanced kids program. This didn't do much for my social issues but it was a ton of fun. The way it was taught was so completely different than in the normal classes. Instead of working from books we got to do very hands on things... build a giant raindrop out of plastic so that we could learn about light refraction from the inside... we were the only kids who got to watch an eclipse with little viewers from the windows instead of on tv from the cafeteria like the rest of the school. It was a wonderful way to learn... and it was the way my mother taught us. Yes, we still had textbooks and tests but we also got to do so much. Mom had a grand love of learning that she tried to impart to us. I hope to do the same for my children. In my mind one of the greater crimes (among many) of the public educational system is that they beat the love of learning out of the average student. There is no room to thrive... especially if you are not one of the average ones. I've known of so many children who have graduated from Georgia's public schools not knowing how to read. Teachers get tired of dealing with them so they pass them up to the next grade so they can be someone else's problem.
Yes, there are many home schools that, for lack of a better word... suck. Some parents shouldn't be parents much less teachers. I do not have a college degree. My mother did not have one either, but I think she did a better job with us than the public school system could have. I've already started to study and learn about how to teach my children so that as they begin to move from babies to little girls I can be there to water their minds and help them grow in the best way I can find. I would hate to see their creativity and joy crushed to fit into a mold.
No, public school is what made me hate being around people... or at least it certainly didn't help. I was one of the ones the other kids picked on. I don't remember a lot about those years... I didn't have many friends and I was though of as very weird. In an attempt to find somewhere for me to fit in, my mother had me placed in the advanced kids program. This didn't do much for my social issues but it was a ton of fun. The way it was taught was so completely different than in the normal classes. Instead of working from books we got to do very hands on things... build a giant raindrop out of plastic so that we could learn about light refraction from the inside... we were the only kids who got to watch an eclipse with little viewers from the windows instead of on tv from the cafeteria like the rest of the school. It was a wonderful way to learn... and it was the way my mother taught us. Yes, we still had textbooks and tests but we also got to do so much. Mom had a grand love of learning that she tried to impart to us. I hope to do the same for my children. In my mind one of the greater crimes (among many) of the public educational system is that they beat the love of learning out of the average student. There is no room to thrive... especially if you are not one of the average ones. I've known of so many children who have graduated from Georgia's public schools not knowing how to read. Teachers get tired of dealing with them so they pass them up to the next grade so they can be someone else's problem.
Yes, there are many home schools that, for lack of a better word... suck. Some parents shouldn't be parents much less teachers. I do not have a college degree. My mother did not have one either, but I think she did a better job with us than the public school system could have. I've already started to study and learn about how to teach my children so that as they begin to move from babies to little girls I can be there to water their minds and help them grow in the best way I can find. I would hate to see their creativity and joy crushed to fit into a mold.
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Mar. 6th, 2001 07:42 pmSometimes I feel like I am standing on an ice flow with no one around for hundreds or maybe thousands of miles with my arms stretched to heaven screaming as loud as I can in my mind, "Please somebody be up there so that all of this makes some sort of sense!"
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Mar. 6th, 2001 11:15 pmAdded far too many pictures of myself to my web page here. I'm not really sure why... guess I was bored and I couldn't find pictures of anyone else. There are a million of the kids but they have their own section for their pictures. *sigh* I wish Black and White would hurry up and come out already so at least I'd have a game to play. Blah bleh.
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Mar. 6th, 2001 11:20 pmYuck.... I have a big ugly bruise on my arm... and not only did i not have any fun getting it, I don't even remember doing anything that would have given me one. :( I must need vitamins or something.
