Real Men Don’t Wear Flip-Flops

flip flopSeriously.

I was in the market yesterday, and I noticed a display of flip-flops.  For those of you who don’t know, “Flip-Flops” is the technical term for inexpensive, backless sandals, usually made of rubber.  There are a variety of names associated with this casual footwear, but the intellectual elite know them as “Flip-Flops.” Continue reading

Good Enough

English: 4th place ribbon for a race

When is it good to say good enough is good enough?

Last time, I was talking about the astounding level of mediocrity that I find in my classroom.  I’m not just talking about the things they don’t know—like my World History student who thinks that Christianity has its roots in the teachings of Confucius.

Seriously.

No, I’m talking about the level of effort I see—and the level of effort that is rewarded.

What can I do to teach my own kids to be more than mediocre? Continue reading

Good Job?

thumbsFor the record…30% is not usually good.

In baseball, batting .300 is only so-so.

In basketball, hitting 3 out of 10 free throws is not impressive.

In a classroom, 30% is an F.  Large-scale F.  Like, If the grades went any lower than “F,” you’d get that lower grade kind of failure.

So why, when recording a stack of student-graded quizzes, did I come across a paper with “6/20=30%—Good Job!!” written on it? Continue reading

Keep On

trailOh, Yeah, life goes on

Long after the thrill of living is gone…

A singularly depressing and unwholesome song, yet possessing a kernel of truth.

I’ve rambled on before about how theater is kind of a metaphor for life.  I think of this again as I prepare for the second-to-last weekend of Treasure IslandContinue reading

Hair Today

*Note:  My family still hasn’t decided what we will do regarding our dietary dilemma.  For those of you who are wondering feverishly what we will eat, I must say that I’m flattered…and vaguely disturbed.  Rest assured; it will be the subject of a post or two or ten once we figure it all out.

So much for the Public Service Announcement—on with the post!

 

English: Bald head

Not me…not yet

I fear my barber.

Not the man, so much—he’s a nice guy.  I fear what he represents.  You see, every time I go to see him, I know that it may be the time.  The time when he says, “You know, Michael…you’re getting pretty thin up here…it might be time to try something different.”

Different like… Continue reading