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Monday, October 03, 2005

Late update

The girls from across the street have apologized. I don't understand it but someone had told them that my girls or their mom had said or done something and they believed it without checking their facts. I don't know why they would think that but I know my girls and they didn't. Doesn't excuse the name calling or the screaming but I'm willing to let it go, bite my tongue bloody trying to be civil, and keep my distance. Maybe when we called the police so quickly they decided to think it over rather than escalate. To their way of thinking, the last thing we should have wanted was the police. It Maybe they talked to our other Hispanic neighbors - we have some friends.

We obviously have a s--- disturber someplace.

I'm still going to make sure the kids have an escort to school for now but the worst seems to be over.

I found Elcie in her bed at 8:30, sound asleep in her clothes. I'm not about to wake her up. I was involved with little kids and didn't realize she had left the living room. Others are now down for night.

Rebecca and Rochelle start Safety Patrol tomorrow. Rochelle gets to guide the kindergarten kids. Rebecca will be on a street corner somewhere. The kids work in pairs.

I have to write a letter to Rebecca's teacher. I discovered she's been fibbing about her homework and is behind on classwork. The man needs to make a phone call once in a while. I have changed the homework rules and she spent a long time tonight doing math. All or nothing with that child.

Elcie needed help with her math tonight and I had a total meltdown trying to remember how to cross multiply fractions. I do all that stuff in my head but I can't remember procedures. Teachers don't approve of just writing down the answers it's always "show your work". Elcie kept saying numbers out loud and I'd lose my place one more time. Finally, I told her to put a sock in it for a minute and let me think. She was offended but she did it. I looked at it once more, it jumped off the page at me, and I just sat there and laughed. It was so simple I was tripping over it. Of course, she laughed because I was laughing and beating myself on the head. We did a full page of fractions together and I think she's got it. For the record, decimals are easier. Also for the record, it's been 50+ years since I studied fractions. We have the same problem with algebra. I usually know the answers but I can't explain how to get to them.

We've decided to keep the latest stray cat that showed up at our door. We always decide to keep the latest stray cat or at least feed it. I know we have an invisible sign that says "sucker" in cat language. He was wearing a flea collar and in pretty good shape - about half grown. We've asked around and I checked the paper but nothing. If he came some distance to find us, we will probably never find his owner. I'll get him neutered next month - won't make much of a dent in the overpopulation but at least I'll feel like I'm doing something.

Carol's first chemo seemed to go well. They don't anticipate any bad side effects except for fatigue. She does some of it at the cancer center and the rest at home. She learned to manage her colostomy quickly so this shouldn't be too hard for her. How silly that sounds when I read it - it's all hard and no one should have to go through it.

This started out as a brief update. I should know "brief" and "Ann" don't belong in the same sentence.

Goodnight all - or good morning depending on your time zone and geography.

4 comments:

4AM-Insomniac said...

Granny: I am so sorry that your dear little ones had such a bad experience with hostile behavior from other children. Some years ago one of my grandsons endeavored to torment a Mexican-American child in our multi-racial suburban neighborhood by calling the child a "meskin" [Mexican}.Soon others joined the fray and Dooders came flying home with a horde of angry kiddos at his heels, seemingly ready to kill him. In an attempt to quell the near riot, I used the anaology of people being flowers in God's garden. I was an avid gardner in those days and had gorgeous flower beds. I took the children into my back yard and showed them all the lovely flowers of all kinds, comparing them to the different people in God's garden. The children finally got into it. The Mexican-Americn child studied the many flowers and settled on a blood red rose with the perfume of an old fashioned rose, and announced that HE was a rose like that. The others began dashing about, selecting which flower represented them in God's garden. The Asian-American child chose the Shell Ginger blossom as herself. The African American child chose a huge, deep purple iris as himself. The War of the Lilliputins seemed to be over and Dooders was much chastened for his cruelty. He chose a gardenia flower for himself and vowed he'd try to be like it, pure and sweet. I wish I could say he fulfilled his promise but must admit he erred many more times before maturity. But mature he did and at one time dated and loved a biracial girl.Children can be most foolish and cruel at times. Our only hope is that they will outgrow it. Sadly, many do not and become bigoted bullies as adults. Please tell your beloved little ones that this old granny said they are MAGNIFICIENT flowers! and to pity the ignorance of the other children.

Gawdessness said...

Glad that most of this update is filled with better news. It may be that the people across the street were rocked a little on to their heels when you called the police. As it should be.
Colour me extremely impressed that you could pick up multiplication of fractions again.
Also, that your meltdown involved telling someone to put a sock in it.
I now refuse to share what MY meltdowns consist of - particularly when I'm dealing with fractions.
Some teachers, I just don't get.
I worked as a volunteer and the lunch lady in my daughter's school every day, and it was the kids who told me that she was crying for a chunk of everyday in the classroom. That it had gotten so bad that she had her own desk at the back of the classroom for it. The teacher never mentioned it until I asked about it!
She wasn't a bad person or anything, just without a clue in some ways.
I am sorry that your daughter does have to go through any of this cancer stuff - your right no one should have too- and I hope the side effects are minimal.
Have a good morning.

Anonymous said...

I just got back from my kids` school, where I found out that both of them, particularly my daughter, have been lying to me about homework and classwork. This seems to be an epidemic......

Jen said...

I'm reading all at once today and catching up and processing.

I'm so sorry for the girls-- what a tough week. Sorry for you too. Glad it's looking a little better.

I have a headache today-- I can't believe I am such a wimp that I can be waylaid by a stupid grant like this. But I'll be back on my game soon.

I need to fix your column on the left too.