Junior Geeks

scan0001I’m a long time self-admitted geek of the Star Trek variety.  I fell in love with Star Trek: TNG when I found it during its 4th season, and have never looked back.

Erik is both a sci-fi Aliens, Predator, Star Trek sort of Geek…and a horror Geek…and a few other Geeks I don’t understand.

Denver found Star Trek with the re-invention of Star Trek. He’s moved on to go back in time (thank you, Netflix) and watch EVERY episode of EVERY incarnation, swiped Erik’s movies to watch EVERY movie. The documentaries and anniversary specials, too.  Since then he’s moved onto Battlestar Galactica, tried Dr. Who, and so on…

In the past eight or so months there’s a new sort of Geekling coming up in this house.

The girls are obsessed with all things Avengers.

Not just Avengers, though.

Comics.

They are making comics left and right – the one in this post was one of their first. One page, simple, with the battle of their beloved Avengers.

The obsession has grown so that their coloring books are painted on the front and back covers with comics. They swipe my printer paper and draw panels to fill in their stories.  From super hero tales to stories about their cats…they are comic booking it up.

I, admittedly, am slightly clueless about comics. My Geek flag didn’t fly that far, even when I began my X-men addiction. I only have a few of those comics.

So we’ll venture into another realm of geekery.

Now…excuse me while I try to find some art classes for them…and seek out the perfect first comic for them both.

And considering their propensity to tear up anything they own, it will have to be one that it doesn’t matter if it ends up damaged.

 

Proud Science Geeks

Proud Science Geeks


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I’m the proud parent of science geeks. I was one myself.

CFbabesFirst was Denver, who wanted to be a scientist for NASA. For years that was his dream, but he’s since moved on…

To wanting to be a doctor. I gotta say, I’m okay with that.

Now Molly is loving science since she started in science last year, and Kennedy is right behind her this year. It’s a common theme in this house – science is a favorite. From photosynthesis, to outer-space, to biology, genetics and beyond…my kids eat it all up.

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Part of the reason I myself enjoy science so much is because I really hate unknowns.

I like facts.

If my kids are sick – I want to know the hows and why’s. I want specifics and details. I want to know the life expectancies, the proper medicines, the risks and complications.

It was the same way when my grandfather got sick.

As painful as facts can be, they help me cope.

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So when my kids come home with light in their eyes talking about what they learned in science today, I’m all over it.

From gross bugs, to meteors, I am happy to encourage their love of science.

Because as much as I love writing and fiction and living in a world of make-believe…

I like science just as much, and sometimes even more. It’s not going to lie to me, it might make me wait for answers, but it gives me answers.

You know, science doesn’t lie – it’s made of facts.

And it makes it that much easier to fight.

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The Difference of a Year

JoyLast year at this time I was frustrated, at turns livid, and tired of the fight.

Our call for the IEP meeting was later than it should have been. The struggle to acclimate Molly with her class and teacher was more tedious because we weren’t able to meet with her in a one-on-one setting until there was a problem.

This year I’ve already posted about our great head start by meeting with the teacher and her teacher actually reading last years IEP.

This week we had the IEP meeting.

The depth and scope of the IEP and their knowledge of Molly already, just a few short weeks into the school year impressed me.  I don’t know if it’s because Indiana puts intense focus on testing and education once the kids are in 3rd grade, or because the 3-4th grade school** is just that much more on the ball…but not only did the IEP go smoothly, but they caught all of our concerns and needs before we even had to open our mouths.

Of course this deep attention means that for the first time we are facing the possibility of Molly going into the “resource room” for one particular subject, which we’ll know in the next six weeks.

But it also means that there will be accommodations for tests, independent work…for HER.

For the first time I don’t want to say “Our school system is amazing, unless you have a special needs student.”  This year they didn’t drop the ball…they made a touchdown.

And I finally feel like I can relax.

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**Our school system is different. There are only 4 schools: K-2, 3-4, 5-8 & High School.

 

Teachers Make All The Difference

teachersWhen I was really young, I loved school for all of its aspects.  I loved to learn, I enjoyed going every day, I even looked forward to the end of summer. My brother thought I was insane, but I didn’t care. I loved the new year, the new books, the new teachers and new students. The only subject I dreaded was PE, because I hated sports, etc.

As I got older and my social life took a huge nose dive, I still loved learning, but the individual teachers began to make a much larger impact on me. I began to appreciate them for what they did, and how they treated me, they were the beacon in the chaos of teenage drama. Teachers became the biggest imact on my school life.

One teacher that inspired my writing life (and subsequent career as an author), was an English teacher I had in high school.

Mrs. K.

I’m pretty sure the day I approached her with a question on our writing assignment she wasn’t sure what to make of it.  The assignment was to write on our name, the origin of it, the meaning, etc. You know the assignment, I think we all get it.  I asked if it had to be in third person and follow the usual strict guideline for a non-fiction assignment because I had “an idea.”

When she gave me that ok to take the chance, I’m sure she didn’t know how much it would impact my entire future writing life.  I ended up turning the assignment, which had become a creative assignment written as a newspaper article by my great-granddaughter (who shared my name).

I got an A.

And never looked at “standards” the same way again. I approach everything from a sideways slant now. I ignore genres and write crazy stories and plots and don’t ever look back.  All thanks to Mrs. K’s simple “yes” and encouragement.

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These days I look at teachers differently.  With my kids and their own unique personalities, I’m always looking for the one that’s going to have the most impact. How they’re going to turn around a difficulty or face a challenge.  I’m mostly looking for one that, despite their insane schedule, take the time to know what my children are about.  We’ve had some amazing years, and some rough ones, and I’m so happy for each step forward my kids take thank to a teachers impact.

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TEACHKennedy wants to be a teacher.

I couldn’t be prouder of this dream and I encourage it EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.  Teachers impact the lives of so many children, they make the difference between a love of learning and the desire to avoid school.

I know that the pool of teachers for schools to use is dwindling as people choose different careers and even fewer go to college.  I see first hand that within the next 10 years 65% of America’s current teachers will retire – because every year in my kids school several teachers leave or retire.

I think Kennedy’s dream of being a teacher is the best dream there is. I want her to achieve it and hope she does.

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On September 6th 8PM EST, TEACH will air on CBS. Brought to us by Academy Award-winning director Davis Guggenheim, it explores education in America today and asks what it takes to be a good teacher today. I know I’ll be watching, and have my future teacher at my side.

What about you? Did you have a teacher that impacted your life? Share your story. Visit the TEACH website to learn about the four awesome teachers highlighted in the documentary and

 
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*DISCLOSURE: This post was sponsored by Participant Media. However, the stories told are uniquely my own, and all opinions are most certainly 100% my own.

New Year, New Hope

_MG_2313Last week I got an email from Molly’s teacher.

In previous years this was always cause for alarm. We got emails (or phone calls) when there were issues.

So, it’s to be expected that I opened this email with a small amount of trepidation.

Within the 20 words the teacher blew me away, impressed me, and made me so happy Molly has ended up in her class.  It read:

“I saw on Molly’s IEP that daily check-ins were in order so I apologize for
not getting to it last week.”

First off – you READ Molly’s IEP? Before you were asked to? Before we worked on adjusting it for the new year (and upcoming standardized testing)?  Voluntarily and without any prompting?

SCORE – no teacher has ever done this before.

Secondly – you are ACTUALLY doing as asked?  You’re taking daily notes to email to me a couple of times a week at least, with hopes of moving up to every day?

SCORE – no teacher has ever done this before either.

With one email I was able to breathe out a huge sigh of relief.  The struggles and confusion of the previous few years of starting school is dissipated and made easier all around for everyone.

When we go in for our IEP meeting next week I’m going to make sure that Mrs. B doesn’t think that she must email me every single day, but a few times a week will work just fine. Mostly because I know she’ll do it, because she already has.

Either way I think this year is going to be Molly’s best yet. We’re getting there slowly, but we’re getting there.

Too Fast

runawayYesterday I put the kids on the bus.

Denver is now a Sophomore.  A Sophomore.

Molly is now in Third.

Kennedy in Second.

Shortly after I put them on the bus, in the midst of de-lousing my house (a favorite activity when I have quiet) I discovered some pictures from when Denver was little – as far back as minutes after he was born.

Now he’s learning to drive (I weep).

Molly has big dreams of being a model and a superhero (Because they live in NYC, you know).

Kennedy is determined to be a teacher (and an author, bless her heart).

They are big, independent, strong and beautiful little girls.

Denver is almost a man.

They’re slipping away.

And I’m so conflicted about it, I never know when to be proud, or cry.