OK, let’s give this a try. All my devices are getting on my nerves at some level today, partly because I went and IOS 7’d the mobile ones, and the iPad is having a little freakout over it. I’m not at all sure I like the new look, but it’s too late to turn back now.
For some reason, all this downloading and syncing is taking hours I might have spent here serving youuuu, my little minions, although back-to-school night might have had something to do with it. I’m always impressed by Kate’s teachers at these things, and even though the event itself is of minimal true value, it’s nice to put a face with the names we’ll be hearing about for the next few months. The biggest character was her physics teacher, a fast-talking wiseacre made for the age of edutainment. In his seven-minute pitch, he put on three demonstrations of SCIENCE! Kind of a Walter White without the resentment and sociopathy.
It was a warm evening, and I rode my bike there, and ran into two of the grade-school parents when I was locking up; they’d walked. The parking lot was stuffed like a foie gras goose, and I heard one mother saying parking was such a pain, they really should have walked. “It’s only two blocks,” she said. Imagine driving a car two blocks on a beautiful night, and then bitching about the parking situation, and you have Detroit in a nutshell. Support the local economy!
I feel like I’m out of things to say, and surely I am. How about some bloggage?
Bridge dropped a couple of stories lately you might be interested in. Me, on the changing nature of marriage in the middle class, and my colleague Ron’s package on building a better teacher. The main story, about the failure to support teachers, may be a little too Michigan-centric for most of you, but the sidebar, about the difference between U.S. and Canadian teacher training, was fascinating:
It’s easier to get into university teacher training programs in Michigan than in Ontario. There’s less mentoring and professional development here. And far more young Michigan teachers flee the profession after just a year or two, before attaining journeyman levels of classroom competency.
I like doing stories like this. I like reading them. I like my job.
Have a great weekend, all.