Health Care and PBS

About a year ago, I was facing two major appointments followed by eye surgery — twice.

Pre-op physical first. I told the scheduler that I had a complete physical in August. No use; the Almighty Computer wouldn’t register a shorter appointment. I had to schedule the full 30 minutes. Luckily, doctors are smarter than the scheduling computer, so this was quick and painless.
Cataract surgery: The left eye had its cataract removed on a fine Friday morning. Right eye happened two weeks later. Recovery was smooth, despite my nerves.
So… I was “down one eye” for a while. I was grateful to work in a cubicle; I wouldn’t have to worry about rowdy students throwing things at me. Two years ago I would have worried about chairs flying through the air. No more! My coworkers aren’t the “throwing chairs” types. (Paper airplanes at times, but that’s another story.)With 20-20 hindsight, I see that I might have better off scheduling these surgeries some other time. I made a serious effort to miss as little school as possible by using a long weekend and having both eyes done on Fridays. October was also the month for parent-teacher conferences, a field trip out of the office, and the start of the not-to-be-forgotten state test season
Under the Affordable Care Act, insurance companies cannot refuse me coverage because of my pre-existing condition, cataracts in both eyes. Health care is important, whether for the eyes or the ears or any other body part. I support President Obama because he made health care for all a priority for all Americans. I’m beyond my reproductive years, but I still support women’s rights to make their own health decisions with their own doctors. When I get older and wiser and face coverage through Medicare, I’d rather see Obama’s version than Romney’s vouchers.
And when I reach the next fork in the road, I’ll support the network that reminds me that it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

“Fozzie, turn left at the fork in the road.”

Thanks, PBS.

“I’m on my way to New York to break into Public Television!’

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Fire drills and testing season

When is a fire drill not a typical fire drill?

  1. When the building leader is shouting “The fire department is here! Get everybody out!”
  2. When the FedEx truck comes and finds the secretary in the group standing on the sidewalk and manages to deliver the package, despite the building being evacuated.
  3. When the biggest dilemma is whether or not to lock the office containing the state test booklets.
Test security is huge. HUGE I tell you. In a brick and mortar school, the test booklets remain in the office vault when they’re not actually on a student’s desk bonding with a number two pencil. Teachers can’t leave them in an unlocked, unsecured, unsupervised room. So as the two teachers in the middle (locking) office heard the alarm and evacuated their little corner of the building, they had all kinds of questions running through their minds.
  • Do we keep the tests secure by locking up?
  • What if the fire department needs to get in the room?
  • What if they smash in the office window and ruin the test booklets by covering them in shards of glass?
  • If it’s a real fire and the test booklets burn or get smoke damaged, how will we get them replaced in time?

Heaven forbid there ever be a real disaster in a testing situation. Oh, the places we go and the lengths we’ll travel just to make sure that no child is left untested.

Cases of Official Test Booklets and the pallets that carried them in.

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Mr. President, be strong!

Dear Mr. President;

Four years ago, I suggested it was okay, even advisable, to show your strength. Taking the high road doesn’t always mean letting the competitor have the advantage.  Wednesday night, I worried. Thursday through my workday, I worried.

I’m still worrying.

President Obama, you remain calm in the face of stress. You think through your decisions in order to make the right ones. You understand the seriousness of your job. The gray hair and frown wrinkles show that you’ve internalized the conflicts and challenges you’ve faced, that you’ve aged much more than you might have had you remained in the Senate.

Mr. President, you are a skilled listener and negotiator. Your body posture gives nothing away. You might seem to agree with an enemy even as you’re planning to disagree publicly and take action to prove it.

In a campaign debate, these strengths can appear as weaknesses. Each time Mitt lied, we saw you tense up a little – only a little. Those who don’t understand might think you didn’t notice or that you – gasp! – might agree or give in.

But Mr. President, we heard you the next day in Madison. You reminded your followers that taking on the opposition means acting, not shouting. It means voting, not booing. It means pointing out the ridiculousness of considering PBS a moocher. Big Bird, one of the 47%? Say is isn’t so!

Now, Mr. President, it’s time to stop being polite. It’s time to show the world what your competitor already knows; you are a force with which to be reckoned. You are willing to stand up, speak up, and rise up swinging. You’re willing to stop putting up with the dangerous garbage spouted by the Republican Ticket and their Tea Party Pals.

So Mr. President, show that strength. You don’t have to hide it. When Mitt tries to leave you speechless, speak right up and show him.

Show him that you are the President, and you intend to remain so.

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The price of time off

I only took the morning. In fact, I finagled two appointments in one morning so I could handle these issues with one morning off instead of a few hours or even two half days. See how teachers think? We hate being gone. Even in my current job, where I don’t have to prepare plans for a substitute, I don’t like being away from school.

I was rather pleased to manage my schedule in such a way as to minimize time off. But I couldn’t feel too smug; look what I faced when I got to school. This is my gradebook. The puffy A+ symbols mean that students have submitted work to be graded.  The only classes with nothing to grade are those that haven’t started yet.

Daisy’s Gradebook

The load was significant, too. Most of the section gradebooks had at least ten portfolios or tests in them.

I filled up my WSRA – Teaching Wisconsin to Read coffee mug and I hit the ground running, er, clicking. By the time the day was done, I had replied to seven parent emails, graded two science portfolios that came in the mail, and –well, see for yourself.

Daisy’s Gradebook – later

That’s a beautiful sight, those blue A+ icons. Now let’s see if I can be ready for Friday, when the first writing portfolio, a personal narrative, is due.

 

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As seen on Facebook – Women on Voting

 This quote came from a neighborhood team leader. I’ve heard similar sentiments in my local campaign offices. I’ll keep working and writing and volunteering to keep women’s status one of equality, not subservience. I’m disappointed that we’re still fighting, though. I thought we fought these battles already.
See how President Obama is fighting for women’s rights: http://ofa.bo/4ScB6h
One vote counts, people. Your vote is important; my vote is important. Every vote matters. Right now, voter contact is a high priority. Talk to your neighbors and your relatives and your friends. Help them register to vote. Drive them to the polls – or to the city clerk’s office to order an absentee ballot. Rather than depend on millionaire donations, President Obama’s campaign is depending on people. People like me, and people like you, reader.
And finally, a bit of history. 1920, and then 1964. What pictures will represent 2012?
People, it’s in our hands.
Let’s make the 2012 election one for the books – in a positive way.

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October is the cruelest month.

Forget April; October is the month that throws us into a frenzy at the O.K. Chorale. Parent-teachers conferences, NFL football season, appointments, weather, and more, culminating with the ever-overwhelming state testing. This year involves more travel than ever.

Last year I traveled twice for testing. We’re a public charter school, so our students take the required state tests every year. We’re a virtual school, so our students are scattered all over the state. To test, we go to them. We set up test centers in several locations around the state and then we assign our students to the location closest their home. When that’s all scheduled, we schedule our teachers to travel to the test locations.

So that’s the end of the month – testing, which crosses into November, too. Let’s jump back to the top of the October calendar.

Appointments. Two this week, at least one next week. I have a staff meeting Wednesday, too. Why do I do this to myself? No, don’t answer that.

NFL travel: Chuck has to go to Indianapolis to run the station’s satellite truck before, during, and after the Packers play the Colts.

I have parent-teacher conferences for three nights, too. Conferences look different in a Virtual School, but they still mean three additional evenings at school.

But wait, there’s more! While we slice and dice our schedules so that the bunny gets fed and Amigo isn’t on his own for too long, there’s one more game that means travel for Chuck – and while he’s in St. Louis eating fried ravioli and sending satellite transmissions of the Packers, I’ll be heading out to guide a large group of students to fill in the bubbles neatly and thoroughly, erase any changes completely, and make their new marks heavy and dark.

La Petite is stepping in. Amigo will keep her company for a few days while Chuck and I hit the road for our respective job responsibilities. Amigo will feed her bunnies, Sadie and Krumpet, and jam on guitar with La Petite’s significant other, a talented musician.

October is the cruelest month for our schedules. When that’s over, we’ll start preparing for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and birthdays – lots of them. I think I can handle that portion of the calendar year.

I don’t even want to think about March.

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Ladylike?

Todd Akin, the idiot, er, candidate from Missouri who claimed women can “shut that whole thing down” when raped, has done it again. He opened his mouth yet one more time and showed that he views females to be inferior beings.

He complained that his opponent, Claire McCaskill, “came out swinging” and seemed “aggressive” in their debate. This threw him a little, took him unawares. He thought he remembered McCaskill in her 2006 campaign being “…very much sort of ladylike.” Apparently he didn’t expect the little female to be strong competition to an old-fashioned guy like him. If you ask me, he didn’t expect McCaskill to be strong, period.

Remember the movie Field of Dreams? Annie Kinsella accuses an ultra-conservative PTA mom of having lived through two 1950s and jumping straight into the 1970s without ever experiencing the peace, love, rock and roll of the 60s. Akin is stuck in the past somewhere, too, in an unrealistic vision with unrealistic plastic people.

When a candidate is strong, that’s good. If a candidate has enough knowledge and skill and strength to come out swinging in a political debate, that scores points in the candidates favor.

Male or female, I want my senator to be intelligent, articulate, and yes, strong. Male or female, that legislator needs to be able to come out swinging when it’s necessary. Ladylike? I’d rather see someone with strength, knowledge, and ability to work in a team.

Ladylike? I think we’re looking for womanly, myself. No apologies for being female, and no tolerance for inaccuracy and idiocy and condescension.

Hm. That sounds a lot like Tammy Baldwin for Wisconsin as well as Claire McCaskill for Missouri. Come November 6, I know who deserves my vote.

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Dear World: your sense of humor escapes me. Kinda.

Dear Clinic That Shall Not Be Named; We’ve discussed this in the past. I’m growing steadily more disillusioned with your system. Like many teachers, I do my best to avoid taking sick time unless the situation is urgent. Assigning me to a medical professional who only sees patients from 9:00 to 3:30 just isn’t working.

Dear Replacement Referees; If nothing else, you have reinforced what most of the world already knew. Green Bay Packers fans are awesome. We didn’t riot in the streets (much), we didn’t tip cars or blow up dumpsters. We took to the social media instead. Tweet, tweet!

Dear Union Buster Walker; Did you really suggest that the NFL negotiate with the officials’ union? Really? Hell must have frozen over. First Favre really retired, and then Walker found a union he liked.

Dear city crews; Wisconsin has two seasons: winter and road construction. If you keep delaying the project on our street, road construction season will be over and it’ll be – you guessed it – winter.

Dear zebras; We’re sorry you lovely gentle animals are getting harassed by association.  The replacement referees do not deserve the nickname Zebras. We’ll call them… readers, what do you suggest? Flying pigs? Mockingbirds?

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So we should eat which opponent this week?

“Daisy, you should have had a second cup of Starbucks coffee!”

I was greeted with this after a nearly sleepless night. Eating the Opponent — well, I’ll start with Sunday’s menu.

On Sunday, Iron Chef Chuck cooked up a fabulous salmon dish with a crab stuffing on top. With sides made from apples and potatoes, our Eating the Opponent: Seattle meal was perfect. Almost perfect.

Monday afternoon we (a vanload of teachers) took a small detour off the highway on our way home from a field trip. One of my coworkers pulled up his smart phone and found the nearest Starbucks for me. Why? People, people, Starbucks coffee, a quintessential Seattle product, was part of the plan for “Eating the Opponent.” This nice young teacher, a native of Cleveland and a Browns fan, guided us to Starbucks, where I treated myself to a Pumpkin Spice Latte in honor of the occasion.

Readers, if you didn’t watch the game, I’m sure you heard about it. I’m sure you saw replays of the final play, one of many botched calls by the replacement referees, and the disastrous results.

Back to the beginning. My coworkers first suggested that a second helping of Eating the Opponent might have helped. However, it wasn’t the Seahawks who beat Aaron Rodgers and Crew. It wasn’t the eleven men on the field or the mythical Twelfth Man, as they call their fans.

The replacement referees beat the Green Bay Packers.

So how does a family go about Eating the Opponent when the opponent isn’t the other team and the opponent has no home field?

My friendly cubicle neighbor suggested something stinky– limburger cheese –to represent the stinky job the officials had done. Another added sauerkraut to the list. Chuck sent me an email suggesting zebra burgers and vanilla-chocolate swirl pudding.

With that, readers, I need to stop. The NFL lockout of their officials is anything but a joke. The replacement refs are in a no-win situation in more ways than one. The more mistakes, the more doubts, and the more anger from players and coaches and fans. If the league is serious about maintaining any integrity to the 2012 season, they’ll negotiate now and negotiate quickly, before their substitutes in black and white get eaten alive.

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Voters and Packers and Bears – oh, my!

When do Green Bay Packers fans line up for hours to see a fan of their arch-enemy, the Chicago Bears?

When that Bears fan is President Obama, that’s when.

There were some scattered rain showers, and the temperatures were cooler by the lake, but nothing stopped this crowd from seeing the President, hearing the President, and cheering him on.

Tammy Baldwin opened for him – now she can say she was an opening act at Summerfest! – and helped energize the crowd. Not that the crowd needed much encouragement; there was a hum and a buzz as the fans, er, voters waited for the headline event.

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Add a few cheeseheads hats, and the scene could resemble a game at Lambeau Field.

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“We are not Bears fans first or Packers fans first; we are Americans first.”

I’ll add to the playbook. The election is coming up quickly. Before we know it, it’ll be voting day. There’s no overtime in elections. Let’s consider summer to be training camp, and September the preseason. Now it’s the real thing, and the final score will be, well, final. Are you in?

November 6th is coming all too soon.

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