The eraser also known as Sandy Cheeks was peacefully returned to her family on Wednesday night after 48 hours in captivity. Sandy would like to thank everyone for their strong thoughts, which surely contributed to her early release. Sandy is missing her pink nose, but is just grateful to be home. “I’m trying to put [Read More]
Free Sandy
On Monday morning, my daughter, age 5, allowed her big brother to take her new Sandy Cheeks eraser to school to show his friends. On Monday afternoon, after being picked up from school, my son reported that the Sandy eraser was now in the “June Box”. “What’s the June Box?” I asked. “It’s this box [Read More]
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Walk of Shame
It’s not what you think. You see, the parental version of the Walk of Shame is when you’re called for a conference with your son’s 3rd grade teacher and none of the other parents are called. The parental Walk of Shame is when you stroll down the school hallway avoiding eye contact with anyone on [Read More]
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Everyday I Hate Mathematics
I stared into my 8-year-old’s eyes. He stared back. On the table in between us rested the latest “Home Links”, a math sheet that’s part of the University of Chicago’s Everyday Mathematics curriculum. Most days our intrepid 3rd grader must complete a Home Links for homework. “Will,” I said. “You’re supposed to show your work.” [Read More]
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Kindergarten Kraziness
On Thursday I will register my daughter for Kindergarten. She brought home a flyer from preschool that listed the items I will need to bring: 1. Proof of residency 2. Current health appraisal with immunization records and vision screening 3. Original birth certificate Check, check, and check! Registration is from 6-8:30pm in the middle school [Read More]
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The Gang’s All Here
Last week Will’s 2nd grade class went on a field trip to a one room schoolhouse. Their goal was to learn about life 100 years ago. We received some instructions regarding the trip. We needed to pack a lunch ala 100 years ago, such as in a handkerchief, pail, or basket. Uh, I don’t necessarily [Read More]
