Whaddya Wanna Bet?
Time for the autumn installment of my ripped off idea, Whaddya Wanna Bet...
That I won't feel quite right for at least a week after all the Thanksgiving food I ate?
That I am still quite angry at the community grocery stores whose "Corporate" policies are blocking our ability to expand on last year's sublimely successful food drive?
That it is going to take a monumental effort to make up for the loss of all those days at those locations?
That I think we can do it now that our bus company is donating a bus for a "Fill-the-Bus" event?
That for as much as I want to see tenure disappear, and for as much as I want to see merit pay, I still get nervous about any plan to tie those determinations to closely to test scores?
That ultimately keeping anyone based singularly on their years of service might be the absolute the dumbest idea?
That reading about "Smitty" in Acceptance: A Legendary Guidance Counselor Helps Seven Kids Find the Right Colleges, has made me want to quit the classroom to become a guidance counselor?
That the right book, at the right time, can lift our spirits?
That smaller learning communities can have excellent benefits, while overcrowded, chaotic schools have detrimental effects?
That when my grandmother asked what I wanted toddlerTate and babyCalvin to be like as students, the first words that came to mind were: kind, compassionate, and polite?
That I then recalled the parents who helicopter over their student so I added self-advocates?
That lately, I don't see the purpose of grades, especially when one feels the pressure to inflate those grades?
That I hope all of you have a happy and safe holiday season?