Common Place Is Slowly Changing

"You know that thing you talked about the other day?" a little voice came from the seat behind me.

Our class was off on a field trip and to kill the time on our ten minute ride, I grabbed a small devotional book titled The Family's Man (for husbands and fathers). I thought a devotional would be just the ticket for a short, peaceful bus ride with the kids. I was wrong.

Putting my book down I glanced back behind me, "What thing and what day?" I was hoping to narrow it down before providing any sort of relevant response.

"The one where you talked about electric cars and how someday they would have power stations in place of gas stations," she spoke as if she were preparing to make a point.

"Yep. I remember that," I said, hoping to return to my devotional.

"Well, my dad said that you didn't know what you were talking about. And my sister had this book that's titled "What Idiots Say", or something like that. It said that electric cars would never take over and that's just what people think."

"Hmmmpp. Well I suppose everyone has an opinion on the topic," I really wanted to say more but I knew I shouldn't. Stupid job security.

"But I'm not saying you're an idiot," she shot back, probably realizing that she had indeed called me an idiot. "I'm just saying what my dad said and that it said it in a book too."

"I think I'll go back to my reading now," I needed to desperately find a little peace. The only problem was I had now spent most of my time listening to a little girl explain to me that her dad disputes the use of electric cars in the future and finds me to be an idiot for even suggesting it to my students.

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.

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