My Life in Words
My Life in Words
For all my writing about “Brunch for the Soul, Following the Sacred Path, and How to travel the road to enlightenment, I have to stop for a minute and scream: “WHAT ARE YOU THINKIN’?”
For weeks the Broadway Metro, a local art theater in Eugene Oregon has been packed with patrons anxious to harken back to a nostalgic time when kids sat enraptured in front of the TV to watch Mr. Rodgers ask them “ Won’t you be my neighbor?”
Mr. Rogers philosophy sang loudly through his show--that the feelings of children are real. They matter. They deserve to be acknowledged and taken seriously. Adults need to listen to children and respond respectfully.
“Today’s corporate education would break Fred Roger’s heart.”-- Democracy and Education in The Eugene Weekly, by--Colleen Hunter and Roscoe Caron.
Big data about little people. Children in kindergarten, are tested for literacy, math, and approaches to learning. And that’s just a warm-up for things to come.
At that age, I thought kids were more interested in eating dirt.
Math? Who knows math at five-years-old? Well, maybe a few.
“Hey teacher, if I already knew all you are expecting of me, I wouldn’t need to be sitting in your classroom.”
If they had tested me at an early age, I probably wouldn’t have a B.A. from the University of California, Riverside.
Many of the corporations who make fortunes in the testing industry—mostly early education, have lost sight of what Mr. Rogers so wisely expounded.
Last week I attended a meeting of a local alternative school applying to be a Charter school.
Supporters sat in front of a tribunal of School Board members who sat stone-faced to hear plaintive cries from parents who want choices for their kids.
After the meeting, I was alone in the hall, and one of the board members passed me as though I didn’t exist.
I wanted to yell after him, ”You’re not that important!”
But I guess he is. He is one of that tribunal that has the power to say “Yes” or “No.” The school will either go, or it won’t.
I had a wonderful experience in that hall earlier, having left early letting the legalese people speak a language I didn’t understand and leaving my husband to soak it up.
There in the hall, a kid approached me, “Why are you here? he asked.
“In the hall or at the meeting?
“I came to support your school. I figured the more people the better.”
He extended his hand and said, “Thank you.”
This kid was a student at the alternative school applying for the Charter. I had never interacted with him although I had stopped by the school many times to pick up a grandchild. At that time my hallway friend had spent most of his time in the closet. And I thought he didn’t speak.
His story was that he was born so early he was considered a fetus.
He was small for his age, fourteen, he told me, and he also informed me that he was learning to read.
Don’t test that kid.
For the following half hour, he entertained me by describing a Video game where androids burst out to be sentient. (Yes, he used that word.) He acted them out, emoting, pressing a fist in the air, breaking through some invisible barrier, running down the hall and back. And he was not walking on tip-toes as he had in previous years.
He, like the androids he was telling me about, was breaking through the bounds that had previously constrained him.
Hey You all,
How about a little help from my friends.
I must sell 200 copies of my book or they will drop me like a S'More too long on the fire.
I’m setting a goal of 200 for one month. That will be June 23.
Find the cheapest book The Frog's Song available, Kindle, physical copy. I don’t care for I’m more interested in book sale numbers than money.
Make sure you get the correct Frog Book, there is one that sells for $135.00.
The Frog's Song by Joyce Davis
I know new books are damn expensive these days, can’t help it, it’s the nature of the printing process.
However, look at it this way:
The Frog’s Song is worth every penny.
It took ten years to hit the shelves!
Ha ha, I love you guys whether you buy or not. People who stop here are the greatest.
'Joyce's travels have taken her beyond the shores of her native continent, but she's back where she started, in Oregon.