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Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Wistful

Don't I look wistful in this picture? That's because it was taken at Cole's 8th grade graduation. (By my girlfriend with her mega zoom from across the gym. Thanks, Erin. It's a lovely picture. Poignant with a hint of sparkle.)

Isn't he so adorable? (And, don't you love Dave's fu-man-chu? I knew I married an outlaw...)



I had barely recovered from that momentous event when BOOM just last Wednesday he started H.I.G.H.S.C.H.O.O.L. And he is quite possibly the most adorable freshman I've ever seen. (He looks JUST like Dave in high school in this picture.)


  And, I really thought I was prepared. I read the books. Got the skinny on teachers and programs. Sent emails. Made inquiries. Requested teachers. Went to the principal's coffee. Did my due diligence. And, when other moms were lamenting over the loss of their "babies" I was secretly rejoicing that my "babies" were no longer such babies. Hallelujah. I was excited to walk this next chapter (that I had been so fond of in my own life) with my son who will CLEARLY eat up the entire high school experience. Let me give an example. The Friday before school started, he and I spent the better part of the day at the high school picking up his class schedule, books, student i.d., P.E. clothes, etc. Lots of waiting in lines. When we got to the front of the student i.d. line the adorable, juniorish girl manning that station asked him what year he was. Without skipping a beat he lifted an eyebrow, cocked his head to one side, folded his arms across his chest, peaked at her from above the rims of his super cool aviators, and said in a voice more befitting a man than a 14 year old boy, "JUNIOR.....No. SOPHOMORE........No. FRESHMAN." My chin hit the floor, but she was smitten. She peered up at him, twinkle in her eye, smiling ear to ear and said, "You COULD be a junior. What's your name, Freshman?" As I gathered my chin off the ground and glance up at my man-child I was somewhat stunned to see the cocky confidence that permeated the very air around him. And I dare say I was proud. Because let's be honest. That's exactly what you need to be successful in high school -- a healthy dose of cocky confidence.

But here's where the story turns south. At least for me. He went to the "back to school" dance on Friday night. It was called the "Freshman Mixer". Which, p.s., I didn't really like that name. It sounded too much like a "Singles Mixer" or something. Anyway, the idea was that the "LINK CREW" (primarily junior and senior kids whose job it is to assimilate the freshmen into high school) were tasked to dance with as many of the freshmen as possible. You know, "make them feel comfortable"; "show them the ropes". Seemed like a nice idea. Although, this is what my freshman boy-in-a-man's-body had to say when he got home, and I quote, "Oh my god. I had the best time ever. Senior girls in short shorts and tank tops 'grinding all up on my junk.' " end quote.

I'll just pause here to let that sink in.

Observations:

1) How great that our kid is still willing to share all of the gory details of his life with us.

2) WTH - Were there no CHAPERONES? If there were, is this permissible behavior at the high school level? If so, I may need to consider homeschooling....again.

3) I'm seething mad. I do not want my kid's "junk" involved in any school time activities, Thankyouverymuch. Call me old fashioned.

4) I'm surprised to realize that I've become one of "those" parents. You know the ones like Dr. and Mrs. Houseman (Baby's parents) from Dirty Dancing. Or Reverand Shaw Moore (Ariel's dad) from Footloose. I remember thinking when I saw those movies as a teenager that those parents were so totally out of touch with their teenage kids. I specifically thought to myself, "When I'm a parent of teenagers I will not allow myself to be so out of touch with what's going on and what's 'normal' with the teenage crowd. And yet, here I am. Completely out of touch and totally appalled by this behavior. I'm calling Shaw Moore.

5) Who is looking out for these girls and their self respect? This "grinding" seems largely degrading to girls and women. Again, where are the chaperones? Who is the teacher advisor to this "Link Crew"?

6) Dave says, "It's no big deal. This is all part of growing up. At least he's talking to us about what's going on." Yes, that's true. Am I overreacting?

7) The good news: Cole told us that there was one girl that caught his eye.
       Me: "Was she a senior?" (gulp)
       Cole: "No, she's a freshman, and she's in my G.A.T.E English class." (Thank God.)
       Me: "Did you dance with her?" (gulp, gulp)
       Cole: "No. I didn't want to dance with her like that." (Thank God.)
So at least our moral teachings haven't past him by. Hallelujah. But it's still irritating to feel like the school is working against us as we try to impart on our son the importance of getting through high school without engaging in nonsense. (Read: without having sex -- or doing drugs.)

8) I'd like to send an email to the principal, but I hate to start off my high school career (yes, mine - I'll be in high school for the next 12 years. Sigh.) with a big honkin' issue like this.

9) Please advise, my dear, brilliant colleagues in parenting. What to do? How to handle?

One of "those" parents,
Mrs. S

Sunday, April 18, 2010

More on that...

I know my post yesterday was painfully long, but I thought of some other things I wanted to say about that. The kids aren't quite fluent in Spanish, but they have a solid foundation. They can understand about 80% of what is said to them and they can communicate pretty well. It's music to my ears to hear them "habla", but they're shy to speak in front of me so I only get to hear them when I'm eavesdropping (or when I threaten to ground them for all eternity).

To test this theory I just asked Evie what she would say at school if she needed to use someone's pencil and she said (with perfect accent I might add), "Me prestas un lapiz?" Will you lend me a pencil? That is not something I taught her. I love it. Then I asked her how she would say, "I want an horchata." And she said, "Yo quieres un horchata." - I wants an horchata. I'll take it. Then I asked her how to say, "My mom went to the store." She said, "Mi mama vamos...va la tienda." (My mom go...goes the store.) Not bad.

This morning I asked Emerson to ask his teacher if he wanted me to come teach English today. Later when I asked him how he had asked (and threatened to ground him for all eternity when he said he was too embarrassed to tell me) he said,"Usted quiere mi mama venga aqui para clases de ingles?" If you speak Spanish you know that this is a rather complex sentence including the elusive subjunctive tense (venga). And he said it almost perfectly. I could cry.

Dave and I got permission from the principal of Cole's school to take him out of regular classes for the three weeks before Spring Break in March so he could attend intensive Spanish classes at a language school here in town. Believe it or not, of all of his U.S. classes (we've been supplementing after school the whole time down here) I felt like he was falling behind in...Spanish. He was getting nouns and fluency at school, but he was missing the basics. Anyway, since his intensive stint his Spanish has become quite good. He says he understands most of what is said to him now that he understands verb conjugation. Yeehaw.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Mex Ed

Our clock is running out on our time here in Sayulita (pesky clock - always running). We have just 10 more days. So sad. But, while it's all fresh in my mind I want to document our experience in the Mexican public education system both for posterity's sake and for anyone who care's to know the details. Here are my observations and comparisons. Prepare for a long post...or just skip to the pics.

The kids have been in the public schools in Sayulita, Nayarit for 5 months now. Evie and Emerson are at the Primaria (1st and 4th respectively) and Cole is at the Secondaria (7th). The primaria (primary) goes from 1st - 6th grade and the secondaria (secondary) goes from 7th - 9th grade. Preschool (called kinder and pronounced "keen-dair") is for 3, 4 and 5 year olds although the public preschool here in town doesn't have a  3 year old program. After the secondaria kids here in Mexico have the opportunity (if they're lucky) to attend a preparatoria or prepa which is the equivalent to high school, although I get the impression that it may be more like a tech school. And for a lot of kids this step from secondary to prepa is like our step in the U.S. and Canada from high school to college. Not all of them go on to prepa and many kids enter the work force after completing 9th grade. The nearest prepa to Sayulita is in La Cruz (I think) which is a 20 minute bus ride away.

Our experience has been surprisingly positive. I have been impressed with the education available to students should they choose to take advantage of it. Each student receives about 6 textbooks, 1 for each basic subject. The textbooks here have soft covers and look very similar to thick workbooks. The basic subjects are math, history, Spanish (language arts - a reader and an activity book), science, and geography. The information is quite good. For example, Emerson just finished up a section on African Bees (previously know as Killer Bees, but they prefer to be called African Bees. It's pc, you know). It was actually a language arts activity. So he had to read a 5 paragraph passage in his reader and then in his corresponding l.a. activities book he had 3 or 4 pages of activities. One was to discuss the main topic of each paragraph. Another was to discuss the "job" of each type of bee in the hive. Another was to identify the title and subtitles of the passage and discuss what could be deduced about the succeeding paragraphs. Now he's an expert on African bees and bee hive management (and I am, too). Again, I believe the education available through the Mexican public schools to be quite good should a student and his/her family take advantage of the education available. The same is true in the States. If the students do the homework and study for the exams and the families encourage those efforts then education will happen. I can only speak from our experience here and in public schools in CA, but I think the biggest difference in educational opportunities between "here" and "there" is the involvement of the families and the overall importance put on education. In the States many communities and families (not all) have the luxury of prioritizing education very highly for their kids. Here, many kids have to work in order to help provide for the basic needs of their families and education is secondary to that, rightfully so. I know that's not an original discovery or anything. Again, the education is quite good if families are able to take advantage of the opportunities.

Now, don't get me wrong. Things are, of course, different than what we would expect of an educational setting in the States. For example, at the primaria and secondaria the classrooms are pretty barren. There may be alphabet placards above the dry erase board, but that might be all of the decor adorning the walls (except for scuff marks and scribbles and peeling paint). But all of the classrooms have dry erase boards. As in CA, my understanding is that public schools here receive a small amount of money from the government and the parent groups supplement. There are continuous fundraising efforts for the public schools. For example, the secondary school had a fundraiser selling calenders with pictures that some of their students had taken at a photography camp last summer. But, most (if not all) classroom supplies are provided by the parent co-op of each class (called a salon). There is a parent meeting once every couple of months and the "room mom" collects money for things like drinking water, plastic cups, and any thing else needed in the classroom. Also, during these parent meetings the teacher discusses anything pertinent to the class like behavior issues and homework deficiencies. For example, one time Emerson's teacher mentioned that one of the girls in his class who wears glasses was being picked on by the boys and asked if we could all talk to our kids and remind them to be kind. A typical parent/teacher meeting. Also at these meetings the teachers pass out the trimester exams and progress reports. So it seems that there are finals at the end of each trimester and grades (calificaciones) are based on the results of these exams as well as behavior, attendance, and class participation.

As with every school, teachers have strengths and weakness, schools have areas in which they can improve and the dynamics between the students sets the tone for the work environment of a classroom. For example, Emerson's salon has a large number of high energy boys. You know the ones. And, apparently, they have been that way since first grade when they were originally put together. Even though there are about two classes per grade (1st - 9th, with 25 kids per grade), the kids stay together in the same group as they move from grade to grade. So this class is the "high energy" class. Anyway, they have burned through teachers since their start together, and the teacher they had in November was a sweet, docile gal who had absolutely no control over the class. It was always totally chaotic and ear-piercingly loud. (p.s. Everything is louder in Mexico - music, fireworks, cars, kids, everything). Their new teacher is very strict and keeps very good order in the classroom - a much better learning environment. The same means of discipline are used here as in the States, ie; name on the board, staying in at recess, etc. Although, it seems to be acceptable for teachers to shout at the kids and tell them to "Callense" ("Shut-up") when necessary. Whatever works. Another difference (which is cultural as well) is that the kids throw trash on the ground, inside the classrooms and out in the school yard. Needless to say, by the end of the day the classrooms look like pigsties. Then at the end of the day they are responsible for doing "el aseo" - the cleaning. At least in Emerson's class each day there is a group of kids assigned to sweep out all the trash and put it in the trash bucket and then mop and clean the windows and the dry erase board. Brilliant, I say. No custodial engineer on campus at all (isn't that what they like to be called these days?). Emerson does the aseo on Mondays. In Evie's class, because the kids are so little, the parent group of that salon pitches in and has hired one of the moms to come every day or so to do the cleaning. Also, Evie's teacher doesn't seem to tolerate (as much) the throwing of trash on the floor. Their classroom is usually tidier. But, again, part of that is cultural (throwing of trash on the ground is somewhat acceptable in Mexico) and part of that is how the teacher runs the classroom. Certainly, in CA there are a couple of teachers that come to mind at our elementary school, that by the end of the day their classrooms are pigsties. Right?

At both schools the kids have P.E. (phisica) once or twice a week with a special P.E. teacher. Evie goes once a week and Emerson and Cole go twice a week. They do fun P.E. activities like in the States, ie; dodge ball, around the world basketball, etc. The kids love phisica and on those days they get to wear their blue shorts or skorts. The secondary kids have special P.E. uniforms.

Substitutes are a funny thing down here, because...there are none. If a teacher can't make it to school there's simply no school that day for that class. So I learned quickly, especially for Evie, that it is imperative to get a visual on the teacher during the morning drop off. Otherwise the director will dismiss the class and the kids are expected to walk home. That's fine for the older grades, but not so much for the youngers. I suppose the up side of no subs is that it cuts down on the expense of what often amounts to be a wasted day in education.

The schedule for the primary is 8-12:30. The secondary goes from 7-1:30. All three kids have homework pretty much everyday including Fridays. Cole will usually have a math assignment and then something from language arts, history, or geography. There are significantly more big "projects" assigned for homework than what we are used to in CA. For example, one day for "tarea" Emerson had to build a model of the earth out of clay and a styrofoam ball on a stick. Evie's class is studying animals and they recently had to build a model of a zoo using a foam board and clay, etc. Cole had to do a report on ethnic languages in Mexico and make a map of the locations of the different native peoples on a big poster board. Often times for homework the kids will have to collect (or buy) the items needed for a science or art project for class the next day. If a kid doesn't bring in their supplies they either can't participate (which down here, there is no shame in that) or they will buddy up with someone and share.

There aren't many field trips to speak of (of course we only have field trips in CA because of our parents' group) although the kids did do a beach clean up before the festivities of Semana Santa (free). They were also invited to go and hear the president of Bahia de Banderas give a speech in the plaza (free). And, of course, there are the parades (free). Half of the school marches in the parade for the Dia de la Independencia in November and the other half marches in the parade for the Dia de la Bandera (Flag Day) in February. Each school has a little color guard who wear special uniforms on Mondays when the schools do their formal flag ceremony on the basketball courts. The color guard also has a special place in the parades.

At the secondary I have been very impressed with the amount of, what I would call, extra education opportunities available. They have a huge computer lab with Wi-Fi. The kids have art once a week where they create lovely masterpieces (one of which I have framed in our casita) and everyone gets English. At our middle school in CA we have a tech lab the same size, no art, and Spanish is optional (and every year our language program is on the chopping block). The kids at the secondary here also have a class called Opcional which seems to be a class in life skills and manners. They learn how to set goals and attain them. They teach the kids the importance of being respectful to others. They remind them to use their own good judgement and not follow what their friends do, etc. I like it. I'm not really sure about organized sports at the secondary. I know kids can play soccer and baseball on organized league teams here in town. And a few months ago there was a volleyball tournament at the secondary and teams from other towns came to participate.

As is true when comparing two schools from any two different places (districts, states, countries) I found some aspects of the Sayulita public education to be better than our CA district and some aspects to be not better. But in the end I found them to be quite comparable. And I'm so glad our kids were able to have such an enriching experience.


Cole and Dave


Evie doing P.E. with her class.


Emerson and Evie with cousins Savannah and Sienna. They went to school for a day during their visit check it out.

Parading down Revoluccion.


Cole doing "tarea".

Emerson and his model of the layers of the earth.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Dear Truancy Board,

I'm afraid I will be unable to return my children to school on Monday as previously promised. You see...we're snowed in...

errr...it's snowing...a lot.

um...the roads are icy...really icy...and slippery.

and...the snow plow doesn't come 'til Monday...or maybe Tuesday.

plus...and I'm sure you'll agree with this...there is certainly more involved in the education of children than sending them to school. Like what causes a snow drift, and at what temperature rain turns to snow, and seeing elk in the wild, and what black ice looks like, and the Legend of Jack Frost.

I will be sure to have them back in school just as soon as...the snow melts....or the plow comes through...or the cabin is finished...whichever comes first.

Very sincerely yours,
Mrs. Stewart

P.S. Feel free to call and discuss this matter further...with my husband.





Thursday, September 25, 2008

Mom of the Year

My sister forwarded me an email the other day reminding all of us to appreciate every single day we have with our kids. You know the ones: "Forget house, play with kids". And being that it was the first day of fall, this email inspired me to make an attempt for the "Mom of the Year" award. I thought to myself, "Today, I am going to grab the kids out of school early, put on a darling orange vintage apron (inspired by Nie) and bake cookies with my kiddos." (confession: This idea was born when I found, in the very top cabinet of my kitchen, a bag of those little candy corn pumpkins....from last year! Shhh - they'll never know and anyway, I'm pretty sure the shelf life on those puppies is like a hundred years.)

So after lunch I headed to school to fetch my kids. I stopped at the office to sign them out. When I got to the "reason" section of the sign out sheet, I paused. I glanced at the what the other moms had written, "dentist, dr's apt, sick". I thought to use one of those but then thought better of it and wrote. "Cookies!" I left the office feeling rather proud of myself, and I wondered if I'd be hearing from the principle later. Bring it on baby.

For some reason it took 45 long minutes to gather up my kids (and their jackets, and lunch boxes, and homework, etc.). So by the time we got home we were only an hour early. Oh well, an hour, I thought to myself, that'll do to make cookies. I had no sooner turned on the oven to preheat and donned my darling vintage apron than the phone rang. It was Dave, and he needed my approval on a change in the tile design for the shower at the cabin. I was confused by the change and wasn't ready to part with the original idea (which apparently I had grown rather attached to). Long story short, 45 minutes, some less-than-nice words, and several tears (What can I say? I was hormonal) later we agreed that the change was unavoidable and I reluctantly gave it my blessing. And at what cost? My cookie window was just about closed and my husband was totally irritated with me. The kids had long since tired of asking when we were making cookies and, seeing that mom was not in her "happy" place, had wondered off to safer corners of the house. So much for "Mom of the Year" (not to mention "Wife of the Year"). With tears dripping onto my vintage apron, I hardly felt like June Cleaver. I certainly did not feel like making cookies. But I had promised. So I blew my nose, sent a quick note of apology to my husband and called the kids down to bake cookies. We had fun, and the cookies turned out pretty darn cute.

"Mom of the Year"? Not really. Maybe just "Mom in the Moment".




P.S. I should've just told Dave right when he called that I trusted his judgement and would love whatever he decided to do with the tile. And that's the truth. Thanks for the great advice, Mom.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Back to School!

"I'm too sexy for my shirt"... Coleman (left) and Chad (a neighbor friend) heading off to middle school...on the bus!!

Soli - 2, Evie - 5 and Emerson -8 -- Emerson is in third grade this year and is now one of the "big kids" on campus (our school is K-5). Evie started kindergarten this year. She was so excited and so very ready, but I was so sad walking home from school without her. Sending my kids off to kindergarten is so hard for me. I always feel like I'm forgetting something as I leave the school without them. They still seem like babies and until kindergarten I don't have to share them much. But she has a wonderful teacher and a great little class with a couple of her little friends, so really, what more can I ask for. Maybe I should home school. The up side of Evie going to kindergarten is that it allows for lots of Mommy-Soli time which I adore. I'm sure she does too, although she kept asking about Evie (E) and Emerson (Bubba Am) and Cole (Bubba). So cute!

Walking to school...