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The transitional period.

The emo­tion that most binds us, one to the other, is empa­thy. I’m never more empa­thetic than when buy­ing school sup­plies and recall­ing the mix of excite­ment and dread that accom­pa­nies every new school year. I remem­ber my own lit­tle flip-outs in par­tic­u­lar, how the sup­ply sheet would say “scis­sors” and I would insist on new scissors.

“Last year’s scis­sors are fine,” my dad would say.

“No they’re not! The new scis­sors are sup­posed to have a sharp point, and those are rounded! Ahhhh!”

My dad wasn’t the empa­thetic sort and insisted on the old scis­sors, and he was right, no one cared. The pro­gres­sion from round– to sharp-pointed scis­sors seemed like a huge step to me; I still remem­ber when we gave up wide-ruled note­book paper for the nar­row vari­ety — fourth grade — and when fat pen­cils were exchanged for stan­dard ones. Wouldn’t you flip out if your dad was try­ing to make you carry last year’s scis­sors to school?

Mid­dle school is, um, in the mid­dle, and so are the school sup­plies — the fancy cal­cu­la­tor and the col­ored mark­ers. Kate’s ner­vous and so are her non-lying friends. I told her that if any­one hip-checks her into a locker she has my per­mis­sion to hip-check back, but I’m told the school keeps sixth-graders more or less seg­re­gated from the rest of the stu­dent body, which com­bined with the so-called fresh­man acad­emy move­ment, sort of raises the ques­tion: Why have these arbi­trary divi­sions in the first place? Let’s go back to the parochial model — K-8, 9 – 12. And uniforms!

Any­way, school sup­plies. Three-ring binders, high­lighters, mark­ing pens, note­books. Plus a new back­pack with pink hearts and skulls-and-crossbones. ‘Cause that’s how my lit­tle girl rolls. My mom used to get excited in hard­ware stores, but for me, it’s Sta­ples. Every ream of paper is an unwrit­ten book.

Quick blog­gage today, because appar­ently I have to spend the rest of the week­end shop­ping, too:

In the local papers, the story of what hap­pens when pros­e­cu­tors run amok. A supremely odd-looking for­mer kinder­garten teacher is finally free of charges he sex­u­ally assaulted two chil­dren at the school where he worked. The case stunk from the start, begin­ning with the alleged facts — that this teacher dragged two boys, ages 4 and 5, from a super­vised lunch line at the school and into a class­room, where he forced them to per­form oral sex, one after another, before return­ing them to the lunchroom.

Never mind that a newspaper’s inves­ti­ga­tion showed the class­room where all this sup­pos­edly hap­pened was occu­pied at the time, and that this was some­thing the offi­cial inves­ti­ga­tion some­how over­looked. Never mind that a doc­tor found no signs of abuse on either boy. Never mind that the pros­e­cu­tor, a show­boater of the first order, was giv­ing inter­views call­ing the teacher “a freak” and “a pedophile,” and reveal­ing such details as this: That cer­tain mate­ri­als gath­ered at the teacher’s house, includ­ing the Harry Pot­ter books and a video of “The Lion King,” con­sti­tuted “non-erotic pornog­ra­phy,” and should be admit­ted as evi­dence of his guilt. (I don’t know what non-erotic pornog­ra­phy is, but I sus­pect it’s sort of like that non-wet water you can buy now.)

The tables are turned now: The pros­e­cu­tor is up on ethics charges and the teacher is free, although at least one of the sup­posed vic­tims’ moth­ers is hang­ing tough. You have to won­der what sort of prize she is, too.

I’ve known a few sexual-abuse vic­tims in my life. They tell a vari­ety of sto­ries with com­mon ele­ments, mostly alco­hol or drugs but always this: Some­one they know. A par­ent or step-parent or mom’s boyfriend or Dad’s army buddy who’s sleep­ing on the couch for a few weeks until he gets his life back together. That’s not to say the smash-and-grab pedophile doesn’t exist; of course they do. But not many do it in their own work­place, in front of wit­nesses, two kids at a time and then go on about their busi­ness as if noth­ing ever hap­pened. Just sayin’.

From the Det­News, a fire story with one of the best pieces of fire art, evahr:

cat

Halp halp I iz being taken hoztej. And mah hare is a mesz.

34 responses to
“The transitional period.”

  1. Dorothy said on August 22nd, 2008 at 10:29 am

    That pic­ture of the cat is just tremen­dous! I can’t stop laugh­ing at your cap­tion on it, either!

    I don’t need any binders or mark­ers, but I’m start­ing school next week, too. My first ever col­lege course, “Intro­duc­tion to The­atre”, which starts on Thurs­day, four days before I turn 51. I am beyond excited.

  2. John said on August 22nd, 2008 at 10:37 am

    Add a pen­cil thin mus­tache to James Perry and you get a John Waters look-a-like.

    This is not an opin­ion to his guilt nor an endorse­ment of his teach­ing skill, merely an observation.

  3. Julie Robinson said on August 22nd, 2008 at 10:41 am

    How great for you, Dorothy – way to shake out the rust our 51 year old brains can accu­mu­late. Back to school was always excit­ing for me, too. What a geek I was.

    I’d argue for going back to the “old parochial model”, as it was a great suc­cess for our kids, in an actual parochial school. The older kids get to be role mod­els and men­tors to the younger ones; from sit­ting together as chapel bud­dies, to tutor­ing, to show­ing kind­ness in the lunch­room or bath­room. They learn how to be lead­ers and the lit­tle ones learn from them. It beat the pants off my own mis­er­able junior high experience.

  4. Colleen said on August 22nd, 2008 at 10:41 am

    OOOO…I feel the same way about Staples.…a bunch of sup­plies full of…of…POTENTIAL.

    I am start­ing school again on Mon­day, and will be buy­ing my sup­plies over the week­end. Alas, I think I will not need a Pink Pearl.…

  5. LA Mary said on August 22nd, 2008 at 11:05 am

    Com­bin­ing the fun of school sup­plies and going back to school as a geezer, the thrill going to art school AND buy­ing art sup­plies wins hands down. Beau­ti­ful paper, boxes of pris­tine pas­tels, draw­ing pen­cils from 6B to 4H. Ooooh. Rapidographs.

  6. deb said on August 22nd, 2008 at 11:08 am

    nance, wait until kate starts high school; the sup­ply list vir­tu­ally dis­ap­pears. with a fresh­man and a senior, i spent less than ten bucks on school sup­plies this year, and most of that was note­books. with coupon-clipping and savvy shop­ping at wal­greens, i scored about a hun­dred pens and pen­cils for under a buck. and my boy­chil­dren care not a whit about dec­o­rat­ing their lock­ers, so i don’t have to spend a dime on mir­rors, mag­nets or any of that crap.

    i love office sup­ply stores, too, but i was thrilled not to be lug­ging that damn sup­ply list around all sum­mer, watch­ing for Fab­u­lous Deals and try­ing to buy pre­cisely what the list spec­i­fied. i gave up on the lat­ter years ago, though; why do they HAVE to have fiskars and cray­olas? fol­low­ing the list in gen­eral but not to the let­ter was very lib­er­at­ing. i highly rec­om­mend it. spend the money you save on fun office sup­plies for your­self; they’ll last longer.

  7. Catherine said on August 22nd, 2008 at 11:54 am

    The LOL Cats cap­tion on that photo was per­fect and fab­u­lous. Just the right thing to get me out of the funk that was devel­op­ing, think­ing about who is truly a threat to kids vs. who we’d like to think is a threat. I start to fume when I read stranger-danger cur­ric­ula for ele­men­tary school kids. How about acquain­tance dan­ger? And how about the fact that kids are much more likely to be phys­i­cally abused than sex­u­ally abused — yet I don’t see Bar­ney and his ilk too con­cerned about that. Ooops, I’m slip­ping into that funk.

    BTS sup­plies, much more pleas­ant topic. Earn­ing the high­est score for dif­fi­culty this year: the pre­cise pair of Con­verse All-Star Slips. Sup­pos­edly, they’re in the mail. We’re track­ing them daily — just get here by Tuesday!

  8. MichaelG said on August 22nd, 2008 at 12:02 pm

    That Detroit teacher looks like a cross between Mr. Rogers and Pee Wee Her­man. I sus­pect part of his prob­lem is that he looks the part.

    The peo­ple across the street just painted their house PINK. Gghhaaa.

    I still remem­ber the smell of fresh paper and pen­cils from back in pri­mary days.

  9. Kim Ellis said on August 22nd, 2008 at 12:24 pm

    Walk­ing into an office sup­ply store and smelling the rar­efied air is like crack to a junkie. My daugh­ter is 27 now and an Eng­lish teacher. She still lets me take her school shop­ping. :)

  10. brian stouder said on August 22nd, 2008 at 12:26 pm

    I still remem­ber the smell of fresh paper and pen­cils from back in pri­mary days

    Michaelg — yes indeed.

    School itself has a par­tic­u­lar smell; an inter­est­ing mix of what­ever insti­tu­tional cleaner they use, and floor wax, and the teem­ing masses of young folks that cir­cu­late through the halls.

    When we go to teacher meet­ings or events, the air itself seems to appeal directly to my brain, and all sorts of old mem­o­ries tum­ble into my con­scious­ness. I bet the pages of the books in the library and in the class­rooms around the build­ing retain the essence — and keep it from fad­ing much.

    How­ever it works, there is some­thing about school that never changes, regard­less of cur­ricu­lum revi­sions (I sup­pose this is an exam­ple of an observer-created-reality)

  11. Lex said on August 22nd, 2008 at 12:48 pm

    Best. Lol­cat. Evah.

  12. beb said on August 22nd, 2008 at 1:28 pm

    I bet that fire fighter was glad for the heavy gloves and coat while haul­ing that very angry cat to safety!

    I think school uni­forms are over-rated but then hav­ing gone on school cloths shop­ping expe­di­tions I have to won­der if all cloths designs aren’t bor­der­line pedophiles. Who designs daisy dukes for 8 year old girls? One school my daugh­ter went to just required shirts with col­lars. There are no shirts with col­lars for girls except in the school uni­form department.

    As for run­ning schools as 1 – 8 and high school, I seem to recall that my school basi­cally ran grades 1 – 3, 4 – 6 and 7 – 8 as sep­a­rate threads. Mov­ing 9th grade in with 7th and 8th grades makes sense for bal­anc­ing the load of stu­dents for any one school. Also there is, I think some sense to kkeep­ing kids 6 to 8 in one group, 9 to 11 in another and espe­cially 13 to 15 year olds in their own group. Mix­ing fresh­men (15 year olds) in with seniors (18 to life) always struck me as a bad idea. There’s too much dif­fer­ence in emo­tional growth.

  13. Jen said on August 22nd, 2008 at 1:29 pm

    Ahhh, school sup­plies. There is noth­ing like a blank note­book and a new pen­cil. I didn’t even like school that much, but I loved get­ting the sup­plies. (I used the note­books and pen­cils much more to write sto­ries or notes to my friends.)

    I feel so bad for the kinder­garten teacher. It’s sto­ries like this that make men afraid to become ele­men­tary school teach­ers, and it’s a shame. They can be a very, very pos­i­tive force in a class­room, espe­cially for kids who need a good father fig­ure. I kind of under­stand how they feel though — when I was in mid­dle school I used to babysit for a girl who was basi­cally a com­pul­sive liar. I know she had accused other babysit­ters and var­i­ous peo­ple of emo­tional and phys­i­cal abuse in the past, and I was always afraid she was going to tell her par­ents that I smacked her and locked her in the closet or some­thing. She didn’t, because she liked me, but I’m still not sure why I ever agreed to babysit for her. (I think they must have paid well.) She got arrested last year for under­age drink­ing and pub­lic intoxication.

  14. alex said on August 22nd, 2008 at 2:04 pm

    Round ver­sus pointed scis­sors — exactly the sort of cru­cially impor­tant thing to a child that 999 out of 1,000 par­ents wouldn’t under­stand. The empa­thetic par­ent gets it, though. The child wants to be appre­ci­ated as mature enough to han­dle real scis­sors, not baby scis­sors. The child also doesn’t want to be per­ceived as a baby by his/her class­mates who’ve been entrusted with real scis­sors. And this is just about scis­sors. You ain’t seen nothin’ ’til you’ve seen an eight-year-old girl throwin’ a hissy because her mother bought her culottes instead of Daisy Dukes.

  15. moe99 said on August 22nd, 2008 at 2:11 pm

    I got my youngest ready for col­lege. Just wait til you see the bill for that, espe­cially if they’re not liv­ing at home. Here’s the tip: Fed Ex Ground. It’s cheaper and faster than the post office and they help you tape your boxes shut and will even box it up for you if need be.

    Oh, an OT for par­ents every­where:
    http://​www​.newsweek​.com/​i​d​/​1​5​1​7​5​8​/​o​u​t​p​u​t​/print

  16. Dorothy said on August 22nd, 2008 at 2:18 pm

    I can’t recall a more pleas­ant insti­tu­tional scent than my very first library in Wilkins­burg, PA. Just walk­ing into the build­ing, and walk­ing up the stairs past the large fres­cos between the 2nd and 3rd floors was enough to get my heart happy.

  17. coozledad said on August 22nd, 2008 at 2:28 pm

    Every time I read about a day care abuse case, I’m reminded of this one, and why I think State’s Attor­neys Gen­eral shouldn’t be elected, but appointed by their state bar asso­ci­a­tions. Mike Easley was Attor­ney Gen­eral at the time, and neglected to prop­erly review this case because he was already angling for the Governor’s office. He insured that these people’s lives were ruined.
    http://​en​.wikipedia​.org/​w​i​k​i​/​L​i​t​t​l​e​_​R​a​s​c​a​l​s​_​D​a​y​_​C​a​r​e​_​Center

  18. Gasman said on August 22nd, 2008 at 2:35 pm

    The Kafakaesque night­mare that teacher James Perry lived through should scare the hell out of all of us. How many of us could with­stand that kind scrutiny? When own­ing copies of “The Lion King” and Harry Pot­ter are deemed to be evi­dence of sex­ual per­ver­sion because they are, after all, “non-erotic pornog­ra­phy”, any of us could be like­wise charged. “Yes, your honor, the defen­dant sub­scribed to CABLE TV! You KNOW how much SMUT is on THAT! He clearly is a pedophile and likes to MOLEST CHILDREN!”

    How does Mr. Perry unring that bell? Jesus Christ Him­self singing lead backed by a choir of 1,000 angels giv­ing voice to Mr. Perry’s virtues would not erase the whis­per­ing and gos­sip that will fol­low him for the rest of his life. And you won­der why it’s so hard to get males to teach in the pub­lic schools. The threat, how­ever, is not just to ele­men­tary school teachers.

    I briefly taught high school and was very afraid. My classes were seen as a dump­ing ground for kids whose aca­d­e­mic poten­tial was deemed mar­ginal, emo­tion­ally trou­bled teens, and/or those who already had inter­ac­tions with the juve­nile jus­tice sys­tem. Take an emo­tion­ally needy 15 – 16 year old girl, who may come from an abu­sive back­ground, who for the first time in her life has a male role model in her life who treats her with respect. It is easy to see how such a trou­bled child could mis­in­ter­pret a lack of abuse for roman­tic attach­ment. I had dozens of such chil­dren in my class every­day. It doesn’t mat­ter how pure your thoughts, how noble your motives, one accu­sa­tion can end your career. As in the case of Mr. Perry, rea­son, facts, and jus­tice won’t mat­ter a damn; there will be thou­sands in the com­mu­nity ready to hang you from the near­est tree.

    That is one of the rea­sons I don’t teach pub­lic school any­more. I had the high­est aca­d­e­mic qual­i­fi­ca­tions of any music teacher in the state of New Mex­ico, but I still felt very vul­ner­a­ble. You could not pay me enough to return to the pub­lic schools. In many ways, we are not far removed from Salem, Mass, 1621.

    I hope that they hand that pros­e­cu­tor his balls in a paper bag and teach him how to “assume the posi­tion” in his prison cell. It would be nice if Mr. Perry could extract some civil jus­tice cash ret­ri­bu­tion as well.

  19. Gasman said on August 22nd, 2008 at 3:53 pm

    Upon re-reading my post above it became appar­ent to me that some­one might think that I had expe­ri­enced Mr. Perry’s plight first­hand. I have not. How­ever, that unspo­ken fear is part of vir­tu­ally every male teacher’s pro­fes­sional exis­tence. It’s sad when teach­ers become afraid of stu­dents and parents.

  20. brian stouder said on August 22nd, 2008 at 4:11 pm

    Say — a few days back Madam Telling Tales was cor­rected for say­ing ‘lay’ instead of ‘lie’, which made me chuckle a lit­tle bit. Real news­pa­per folks are stick­lers for such things, I sup­pose — but THESE two boobs make the stick­i­est gram­mer stick­lers look almost sane

    http://​www​.msnbc​.msn​.com/​i​d​/​2​6​3​51328/

    When it comes to mark­ing up his­toric signs, good gram­mar is a bad defense. Two self-styled vig­i­lantes against typos who defaced a more than 60-year-old, hand-painted sign at Grand Canyon National Park were sen­tenced to pro­ba­tion and banned from national parks for a year. They had removed an extra­ne­ous apos­tro­phe and added a comma to the sign.

    and

    The sign was made by Mary Eliz­a­beth Jane Colter, the archi­tect who designed the rus­tic 1930s watch­tower and other Grand Canyon-area land­marks. An affi­davit by National Park Ser­vice agent Christo­pher A. Smith said inves­ti­ga­tors learned of the van­dal­ism from an Inter­net site oper­ated by Deck on behalf of the Typo Erad­i­ca­tion Advance­ment League, or TEAL.

    But who­ever wrote the wire story couldn’t resist this clos­ing line:

    The TEAL Web site now has only this mes­sage — “State­ment on the sig­nage of our National Parks and pub­lic lands to come” — without a period.

  21. Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on August 22nd, 2008 at 5:44 pm

    You should try to recruit coun­selors for week-long camps these days. Should i tell ‘em “hey, after the first depo­si­tion it isn’t so scary?” And the grim, unre­ward­ing expe­ri­ence of report­ing well-established sus­pected child abuse to a county CPS office, which is legally man­dated and you’re legally oblig­ated to tell your coun­selors that twice over … yep, men aren’t lin­ing up to work with children/youth activ­i­ties a’tall, and what’s to be done?

    Cut­ting out the stranger-danger hys­te­ria and get­ting real about mom’s boyfriends and next door neigh­bors would be a big step for­ward, but the name­less preda­tor in the usual “white van” is so much eas­ier to talk about …

  22. joodyb said on August 22nd, 2008 at 5:59 pm

    What Cather­ine and Lex said. Reminds me of the “Res­cue Me” episode where it rains cats.
    And I guess it’s offi­cial: firefighters=handsome.

  23. Gasman said on August 22nd, 2008 at 7:00 pm

    As far as school sup­plies goes, I was appalled at how much I had to shell out from my mea­ger pay to buy sup­plies for my stu­dents. It’s bad enough that the IRS gives teach­ers a $400 (that’s what it was 2 years ago) deduc­tion, no ques­tions asked. That means that the aver­age teacher spends much more than that. I prob­a­bly spent $600 – 800 bucks buy­ing sup­plies that I needed but my dis­trict was too cheap to pro­vide. I think that this is an absolutely inten­tional prac­tice to shift costs off of dis­trict books. It is sim­ply eas­ier for teach­ers to go out and buy the stuff they need than to screw around with the miles of red tape to get sim­ple supplies.

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  25. MichaelG said on August 22nd, 2008 at 9:38 pm

    AP story first sen­tence: “Columns of hulk­ing, smoke-belching Russ­ian tanks rolled out of key posi­tions deep inside Geor­gia…” Who writes this shit?

  26. nancy said on August 22nd, 2008 at 9:50 pm

    Some­times it’s the hard­est les­son to teach: News is what you don’t know. That a tank is large and belches smoke? Is not news.

  27. Carolyn said on August 22nd, 2008 at 10:17 pm

    Nance, Bon­nie just started eighth grade.
    I remem­ber my own ter­ror when she hit mid­dle school.
    And, yes, they do keep the inno­cent sixth-graders far from the big kids.
    When we toured Bonnie’s school I asked the coun­selor to “Show me these myth­i­cal eighth-graders.“
    She did, and they didn’t look so scary.
    Still, Bon­nie spent her first year of mid­dle school in shock. The social and polit­i­cal pres­sure brings to mind the Rove era in the White House. Read Queen Bees and Wanna Bees if you haven’t. Tina Fey’s movie Mean Girls is based on it. You’ll rec­og­nize your daugh­ter and your­self.
    And the shock does abate. Bon­nie glides down the halls now.
    All to begin again in high school next year!

  28. Dexter said on August 22nd, 2008 at 11:23 pm

    Mem­o­ries came back of long ago back-to-school days at the two-room school­house in rural DeKalb County, Indi­ana. New blue dun­ga­rees that Mom never saw the need to wash first to soften them up a bit, yel­low Gold­en­rod tablets, big pen­cils, baloney sand­wiches car­ried in a steel lunch pail and a great teacher who taught four grades in the same room and pro­duced vale­dic­to­ri­ans and salu­ta­to­ri­ans for the sur­round­ing high schools in the process.
    Best deal: Wal*Mart had ruled tablets 10 for a buck a few years ago. I bought way too many.
    Strangest back-to-school year: I was in Viet­nam, then 72 hours later I was at IUPUFW as a stu­dent, mar­vel­ling at the clean floors and restrooms and hear­ing about some guy named Mar­shall MacLuhan .

  29. Terry WAlter said on August 23rd, 2008 at 2:47 am

    When I was a sopho­more in high school, there was a nice look­ing blond in my biol­ogy class. And there was the teacher who had the steely blue eyes, about 15 years older. Seemed to favor her. Can’t remem­ber the time­line, but I remem­ber rumors fly­ing. Any­way at some point, they ended up get­ting mar­ried. Just saw their names in the paper recently, a few decades later. In todays super­charged atmos­phere, you have to won­der if this could have hap­pened with­out him going to jail. Exploita­tion, hell, after the I dos’ turned into honey dos’, that no doubt got turned around. Bet it made for some inter­est­ing moments “how was it that you met mom/dad?”. And at our church, the call went out for peo­ple to help with the kids. “so if you’re inter­ested, there’s this class you gotta take”.

  30. Dexter said on August 23rd, 2008 at 3:04 am

    Oh yeah, TerryWalter…I remem­ber a high school coach mar­ry­ing a cheer­leader; he had got­ten her preg­nant, no crim­i­nal nuthin’.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    For­mer Ft. Wayne mayor Bob Arm­strong has passed away.

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  31. Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on August 23rd, 2008 at 6:36 am

    Biden? Oh, this will be a fun fall … for sec­re­tary of state, sure, but this may be a train­wreck for the Obama cam­paign by October.

    All that’s left is for McCain to pick Pat Buchanan and we’ll be in cable pro­ducer heaven. CNN-Fox-MSN-local access will all have no prob­lem fill­ing their 24 hour air bud­get with unique content!

    (They texted me at 4:48 because that tells me what, exactly, about Barack? That his staff has no more per­sonal dis­ci­pline than Bill’s did? “Hey, it’s 3 am, let’s send Mon­ica out for lattes! Say, where is Mon­ica, anyhow?”)

  32. Linda said on August 23rd, 2008 at 9:38 am

    Nancy, you might be inter­ested to know that peo­ple on Fark are cap­tion­ing the cat pic­ture as we speak:
    http://​forums​.fark​.com/​c​g​i​/​f​a​r​k​/​c​o​m​m​e​n​t​s​.​p​l​?​I​D​L​i​n​k​=​3​820132

    as well as many others.

  33. nancy said on August 23rd, 2008 at 11:42 am

    Eeex­cel­lent.…

  34. Jenflex said on August 23rd, 2008 at 1:13 pm

    Gawd, for a sec I thought some­one had pho­to­shopped John Edwards’ face into the cat pic.

    Gives that “mah hair is a mess” quote a whole new meaning.