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Edited on Fri Aug-28-09 07:02 PM by 1monster
I'm not sure I would have on any other day, but I was tired and my day had started going downhill around 10:30 this morning.
First full week back to school and I'm teaching four ESE classes. One 90 minute Reading and English class, one learning strategies class, and two science classes.
The first class was encouraging. I'd been trying all week to teach the concept of similes and metaphors to the kids. They are very low level readers and very concrete thinkers. The got the similes (I think), but metaphors left them floored.
So, today I had them draw pictures of similes and metaphors (not an easy thing to do). They really enjoyed the activity and told me that it really helped them to understand.
Learning Strategies got off to a bad start when, while I was taking role, one young man complained, "That girl keeps on looking at me!" (:eyes: Are we a high school class or are we a kindergarten class?)
"Which girl?" I asked when he kept complaining.
"That one," he pointed. "The ugly one," loud enough for the whole classe to hear...
Any way, I came home feeling tired and in need of an energy boost. I had just gotten a snack when someone knocked at the door.
By the time I got there, the two young men were out on the street, but they came running back.
I saw they were wearing T shirts that said Quiggle.
Our State Representative, Jim King (Yeah, he was a Republican, too, but one of the old school, a good guy.) died recently of Pancreatic Cancer and there is going to be a special election to replace him.
Almost before the funeral, both of the guys running for the office, Quiggle and Thrasher (I think... maybe it was Trasher :D) started sending the most obnoxious attack ads againt each other to my (and many other) mailbox. "I'm the TRUE Reagan Republican!" "I'm the REAL conservative." The other guy is such a liberal tax and spender!" blah blah blah.
The mailbox is filled with these slick pieces of politics of personal destruction every day. Not one of them had any issues discussed on them. Not one of them said anything about ANYTHING that matter to and affects all of us on the first coast.
And I got mad. And I let them have it.
"I wouldn't vote for either of these guys! 'I'm the Reagan Republican! The other guy spends too much money! I'm the conservative!' I quoted to the poor guys.
"I hate the Republicans these days. They are willing to bankrupt this country with needless and immoral wars, but they won't take care of their own people at home. Every last one of them," I ranted.
"They are appealing to the worst element in our country. They hange politicians in effigy here and in Jacksonville. They are appealing to racists!
"I want health care for everyone. I want school funding." (At this point, my son joined me on the porch. After they left, he said he came out because my husband, who was dressing for work, was afraid I was going to get myself knocked around.)
"I wish there were someone else running, because I won't vote for either of them. If there is no one else, I'll write in Mickey Mouse!
"I used to vote for the candidate, whatever the party. Not anymore, not since 2000. My neighbor used to be a Republican. Not anymore."
I was winding down now. I was so passionate, I was getting breathless.
To the credit of the young men, they listened to me and remaind courteous and polite. They told me they would tell Mr. Quiggle what I had to say.
In retrospect, I wish I had not been so aggressive. But I'm not sorry for what I said. I just wish it would make a difference, but I'm not holding my breath.
(edited to change "election" to "funeral"
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