You aren't the first person to have chastised me for this thread, Mike. Consider it in the context it was started. I am a nonprofit instructor (I get paid nothing) who wants to find ways to be a better instructor with difficult student issues. And I refuse to blame it on the student - no matter how intractable the problem appears to instructors who've been in this business for a lifetime. I want fresh ideas and am opening the floor for an exchange of contributions.
It's easy to beat up the messenger; I'm not that hard to find fault with. But that belongs in a different thread.
MikeK wrote:
C'mon Bill, think before you post, you're a better person than that.
I am?
Reeaalllyyy??? Cool! Tell that to my wife.
As Popeye would say, "I ams who I ams."
MikeK wrote:
I found the tone of your original post insulting as 1) a "spoiled" West End resident
Come talk to my son, who feels he's entitled to a brand new car because he's now 17 and his Deep Run friend drives a brand new BMW M6. (In excess of $100K.) This conversation we had yesterday as I was driving him home and the M6 was speeding off from the Deep Run parking lot. It's one of many exotics being driven by 17-year-olds from that school. Think I'm joking?
As a physician here once told me before my oldest got to high school, "Sending my kids to Collegiate was the very best and the very worst thing I did for them."
I am a West Ender, Mike. I have a right to say that West Enders are spoiled. Many are. FWIW, it's a reason why folks in my neighborhood actually lobbied AGAINST our area being redistricted into the Deep Run high school sector. (We ended up with the new high school, which will be more socioeconomically diverse.)
But that's another story altogether.
MikeK wrote:
2) a "karate dad"
Oh come on, Mike. Please tell me how that's a pejorative. Five years ago we were discussing the concept in a thread. (I think George actually came up with the label.) We dads wanted something equivalent to "soccer mom." We dads deserve our own labels which accurately reflect the labor of love we put in as willing parents. Fair is fair...
MikeK wrote:
3) an "outsider" who has lived in the spoiled WE for 20 plus years.
This has been discussed in The Richmond Times Dispatch (about a decade ago). Songs have been written and played on the local radio (borrowing the tune from Green Acres) which contrast the south side with the west end. Stereotypes have a kernel of truth in them. If the truth hurts, it's not my problem.
I AM an outsider to the region, as are virtually 100 percent of my neighbors. A Hindu temple was built just around the corner from me, and is now being doubled in size. What part of Richmond started that??? Three new schools (grammar, middle, soon-to-be high school) were built since my home was built, and they are addressing inorganic population growth. It is what it is.
MikeK wrote:
"clopping" around like "Clydesdales"
Come to my classes, Mike, where I implore my students to float like a butterfly and not clop like a Clydesdale. Hey, I grew up in a black neighborhood. I identify with Ali's language, and run with it. It makes people in class smile, and they "get it."
Toe, ball-of-the-foot, heel. Toe, ball-of-the-foot, heel. Toe, ball-of-the-foot, heel. Toe, ball-of-the-foot, heel.... Every once in a while, I like to play a different tune.
Lighten up, Mike, and come play with us. Even if you think I'm an A-hole, we have fun. And I let my students bark back - so long as safety and learning aren't compromised.
- Bill