Join the Fight - Day 4

There's a name tag epidemic in our country that must be addressed! You see it when you go to a convention, you see it at some church services, you see it in business, and you see it in schools - name tags that identify who you are.

Now I'm not opposed to the whole idea of taking away a formal greeting in place of slapping a sticky note to ones body or clipping of a badge. Although when som

eone's wearing a name tag you seldom stop to introduce yourself and ask who they are, because that would seem to 19th Century.

I'm opposed to placement. Case in point,... just this morning. I have my students in the library attending the Book Fair, where a number of volunteers (mainly moms) come to lend a hand. I have a brief interaction with a mom, whom I've not seen before, and I glance at her tag to catch a last name, while she's looking at two boys trying to jot down the name o

f a book.

I'm thinking that perhaps if I can get her last name I may know her

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ild(ren). As I glance back to her face, I notice this look of disgust (because her attention is no longer on the boys),... she "apparently" feels that I was staring at an inappropriate area. Hello! If you would slap the sticker on a different body part then perhaps neither of us would have this uncomfortable moment!

I'm starting my own personal crusade that will last for the remainder of the year, ...month, ....week, ...day, ... in the moment, or until a lawsuit is filed. This name tag placement has

gotten out of control and I intend to bring it to the front of societal concerns. I'm thinking there's global warming and name tag placement, ... what Summit do I attend?

I need to rethink my photo and throw in a butt-double. No comments needed.

Day 2 and going strong! Dreams ALIVE PEOPLE! Dreams ALIVE!

Day 3 and

you can sense a movement afoot!

It's Day 4 already and the exhaustion is setting in,... not to mention the obliques are beginning to feel the burn every time I have to twist around to grab my key for something. Don't know how much longer I'll be able to sustain such a grueling pace for societal norming.

Foto Friday

Whoodle Pose and Profile

The 21st Century Classroom.

This is the title given to our classrooms in district that have a smartboard, sound system, and various other little technology gadgets. I thought I had a 21st Century room by simply being a teacher in the 21st Century, but I must be wrong. So then the question becomes,... what century

classroom do I have?

Could it be the 19th Century? If so, then that would be me up front next to my student who appears to presenting his/her career project using power point and an inkwell.

Could it be that I'm teaching in an early 20th Century room? If so, that would mean that these two girls are in my class and we've apparently formed some club that dabbles in iron works.

Perhaps I'm mid-20th Century,... a time when school was more civil, more disciplined, more school-like. I remember being taught how to sit with my hands folded,...

while wearing a suit coat and tie.

But this is not the classroom I have either! Today's class is all about movement within the room, comfortable clothing, and not having homework because it interferes with the after school travel sports schedule.

I'm getting the feeling that my issue isn't with being in the 21st Century in the United States,... after viewing a 21st Century classroom in the UK,

I think I need to rethink my century curiosity and go with location, location, location.