Christmas Fun!

I’ll start with the backlog of Christmas photos. I still don’t have all of them, but I gotta start before summer really starts and I have so many more pix to share anyway. This is from our “family” shoot, lots of goofing around, but some great ones as well.

I love this girl’s sense of humor. She keeps us all laughing, even in the busiest times.

Practicing at home. Dress rehearsal–Winger Wings

Rocking around the Christmas Tree :D

Caroling

Three Kings

Dress rehearsal–Little Halos

The gang :D

My man and me

There are more goofy pix than posed ones, but they’re the ones I like best!

More goofing around

I love my little Princess!

A rare moment when Jordan was still enough for a hug.

Yet more goofing around

My three musketeers

Posing around the Christmas tree :D

More posing by the tree

Jordan showing off his moves

All tired out

Diwali 2011

Yes, I know I’m late. I’m still catching up on things that piled up over the December month of fun and frolic. Those pix are on the way as well, I’m still hunting down some of them from vagrant cameras, so patience is appreciated :)

A happy Diwali it was for us!

Got to spend it with these awesome ladies, among many more :)

Wish the lighting was better, it was all taken with my camera phone, but at least it’s something.

She was so adorable in her outfit; she loved wearing it, too!

Big and handsome fellow.

We all had so much fun dressing up, lighting the dias, and bursting crackers. Jordan and I made snacks, which turned out surprisingly well since it was my first time, and generally enjoyed ourselves immensely.

It was nice she let me take pix that evening, smiling and all :P

Lighting the dias and candles at home

The girls worked on the lighting while Jordan and I wrapped up with the food and snacks

The hall, and you can see a few in the dining area…the dias and candles went around the entire living and dining areas

Dainty as always…Jordan got into watching the big boys, thankfully didn’t get into lighting too many on his own.

Day two…mostly the little ones were left, but they had tons of fun with those as well.

Camp pix

Charlotte had the opportunity to attend a three day camp here. She had such a great time, and still talks about the things she learned and experienced. Sadly, I don’t have nearly as many pix as I would like, but there’s a bit of an idea there. Thanks so much to the organizers and those who made it all possible!

One of the groups

ATV driving

Wall climbing

Winning team mate. There were more in the team, but this is the only picture I have with their medals :)

 

Photos

I thought I’d take the time (finally!) to post pix from this year. I’ve given up trying to get pix from other cameras, so I’m sorry there are very few from the girl’s birthdays. Some from my phone camera are a bit lower in quality, but at least there’s pix, right? I’ll try and catch up before the end of the year, for sure :)

My man, Jordan!

My beautiful Cherise. I cut her hair this summer, she’s so happy with it.

Sadly, the only picture that I could get was from the morning of her birthday. She had a rocking ‘food theme’ party with several of her friends.

Jordan learned to swim this summer! Cherise can also swim, but is taking it easy, here :P

My big girl is getting to be so big! She also pulled off a great party!

With my girls.

CC’s party was all about zany and crazy. They had so much fun doing Cherise up, ha!

I love this picture. They’re like mini versions of their moms :P

More pix are on the way!

Just Like the Birds

I have birds nesting on my balcony.Thanks to a friend of mine who’s into bird watching, I know that they are scaly-breasted munias, which are pretty common in this area. I’ve never had birds nest so closely before; it’s been a pretty amazing experience to watch and hear.
This isn’t the first nest this particular pair have built on my balcony.When I first moved in, they had built a small nest, but with the monsoon rains and wind, it was blown off my balcony before they had a chance to finish. During that time, I was just setting up, going through a myriad of emotions as I was starting over on my own, in a new city, making new friends, and wondering just how I was going to make ends meet.This was the happiest I had been in a long time, but I made new habits of worrying about the details.
Seeing the birds build that nest was comforting as well as interesting. Somehow, having them build their little home in my one was reassuring. Everything would be OK, love was in this home just like their little nest, God was watching out for me and my new little friends.
However, when it blew down, it was just a bit discouraging. I didn’t see it as a bad sign, I was just disapointed that things hadn’t worked out for them. I figured they had built the nest in a bad place, or it just wasn’t strong enough to withstand the elements.It didn’t help that I was worrying, still as well. My prayer times were easily distracted by thoughts of things I still needed to do, how to do them, and when.
But then, after a few weeks, the birds were back! I was reserved in my expectations; it didn’t last before, who could say if they had figured out a way to build a better nest? They were much more enthusiastic than I was; this time the nest was bigger and much more sturdy. They courted on the bars of my balcony, and it looked like they might actually make it this time.
During that time, I hit a snag in my life. Things had been picking up, I was developing a routine, and my sleepless nights were becoming less and less. But then something happened to throw off all my plans. Suddenly, everything was turned upside down–from one day to the next, and I had to figure out how to not only pick up the pieces, but decide which pieces to pick up and which ones to leave. The sleepless nights were back, along with all the anxiety. This wasn’t something I planned and certainly not something I wanted. I struggled knowing just how was I going to be able to pick myself back up again.
Within two weeks, the nest was complete and the female bird pretty much disappeared. There was no way for me to look into the nest, it’s pretty high up and it’s made in such a way that they actually enter into the nest through a little opening on the side, making it covered all around, but I assumed she was roosting. I was right. Not long after, I could see both parents flying in and out, and hear the delightful squeels of tiny, hungry, baby birds.
My heart slowly lifted again. Not only did they ‘learn’ how to build a better nest, the winds and rain had not been able to destroy it this time. They had successfully bred a least three birds (judging from the squeeling I can hear) and were now busy keeping them fed and happy. Things started to pick up again for me as well. It’s been a huge uphill climb, but at least I”m climbing. I didn’t stay down, I’m picking myself back up again. It’s not over yet, there are huge obstacles still in my way, but I’m tackling them–with God’s help and the help of my friends. I now have a note on my desk which tells me that all my worrying is in vain. I have to read it several times a day to remind myself to just trust.
Now, when I feel tempted to worry, to dispair, I lie on my bed, look at that little nest, and meditate on the fact that love is still in this home, just like the little birds. God still has His eye and hand in my life, and just like He cares for the birds, He’s caring for me and my kids.I have amazing friends who have faith in me and help out in any way they can. I meditate on how far I’ve come rather than spend too much time worrying about the mountains still to climb. I will always have more to do, I will always need to provide for my family, I will always feel that I’m falling short. But if I can just trust that I’m in His hands, I’m sure everything will be alright in the end.

(No, I didn’t take these pix, I got them off the web)

Teacher’s Day

Tomorrow is Teacher’s Day, and the kids have been made aware of it this year, for a change. When Cherise heard about it, this is the conversation we had:

Cherise: Oh, tomorrow is Teacher’s Day. That means we should give our teacher the day off!

Mom: Yeah, that sounds more like you’ll be getting yet another holiday out of the deal.

Cherise: But we could use the time wisely and do chores around the house, some extra clean-ups and all.

Mom: But we just did that on Friday, if you remember. (Of course, there are always, always more chores to do around the house, I just wasn’t keen on them taking off a school day to do it)

Cherise: Ok…well, in that case, we’d better do school. (long pause) Oh! Since it’s Teacher’s Day, instead of the day off, you get to do an extra good job of teaching us, then!

Yeah, ok. I’ll do an extra good job tomorrow, promise. If I had my way tomorrow, all the school records would get done (where did the school year go?!?!?!), I would find the lost and missing answer key for science that just mysteriously disappeared, Jordan’s handwriting would magically be neat, Cherise would finish her Math in less than two hours time, and Charlotte would manage to figure out the answer before she calls on me for help (“Teacher, I don’t get this…oh, now that you’re here, I understand, thanks!”). Oh, and I wouldn’t, even once, have to remind the class that there’s no talking during school time.

But who am I kidding? A teacher’s job is full of fun and excitement, full of questions and answers, full of discovery, excitement, and sometimes, just a tiny bit of frustration. Regardless, I love my job, I love that I can still teach my own kids along with the others (I have other kids in my class, I just can’t highlight what my wishes are for them on my blog, heh), and I love the feeling of teaching a child something new and seeing them progress. I still love the excitement children have when they learn something interesting for the first time, or when something elusive has been made clear to them, or they get hands-on fun with an experiment.

To all teachers out there, enjoy ‘your’ day today, smile because you’re valued, and know that you are making a difference. Now, excuse me while I get back to the school records and the search for that answer key!

Reviving

I’d like to revive this blog once again. I have some pix taken over the last few months that I’ve managed to get off of borrowed cameras, etc. I have been having a lot of exciting writing deadlines and projects lately, but I need to write just for me from time to time, so I’d like to see this take off again. No promises, but I’ll try. For starters, here are some pix from our holiday in May; the rest may yet be salvaged, I’m hoping so!

Learning to Rest–Again!

Very often, it just happens that something I read or listen to something that just fits in my life perfectly. The recent audio, Find Rest to Your Soul was just one of those—there have been several this month, I just now am taking the time to reflect on this one especially.

Starting afresh has been a juggling act at times. My priority is spending time with my kids, teaching them, nurturing, and caring for them. This has to be put into perspective with supporting them, keeping the flat in livable condition, and studying. There have been days when I felt I just dropped the ball, again and again. If it isn’t one, it’s the other, and something always comes up short in my mind. Not that I have anything to complain about, I have a great support structure in the way of friends who are simply amazing and the kids are thrilled that I have quality time with them. I just let my overly perfectionist ways get the better of me sometimes, wishing I could do it all, and do it now.

Life isn’t like that. Growth is gradual, goals are reached in increments, and life isn’t perfect—ever. It’s all about my reaction to life that makes the difference, though. I’ve been working on being a more positive person, seeing the good, staying praiseful and learning to trust for the rest. It’s not an easy path, but I feel I’m making progress. This audio, though, reminded me of another truth:

Jesus said, “Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you, and learn of Me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.”1 If you’re meek and lowly, you’ll “find rest unto your souls.” In other words, you don’t try to be more than you are, or more than Jesus is. He’s setting the example. “Just be meek and lowly and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For My yoke is easy, and My burden is light.”

So if you find out you can’t pull your load today, maybe it means you’re trying to pull too much. All you who labor too much, too hard, and are too heavily laden, relax, be meek and lowly! His burden is light. Don’t try to be too much, and He will give you rest. Don’t try to do more than you can. Don’t try to be more than you are. Stay humble and lowly, and then you’ll find rest to your soul. Keep looking to the Lord—the light—and His burden is light!

“Don’t try to be more than you are, or more than Jesus is.” When did I stop just resting in His arms? When did I start thinking I needed to be more, to try to somehow attain to some level that He’s not even asking of me? If I really search my heart, I know it’s been many, many months since I started on the road to ‘self-perfection’ in some way. I stopped listening to what the Lord told me that He saw me as, and started to listen to those who told me or made me feel that I wasn’t enough in some way. I started to see this some time ago, but it didn’t really sink in until this month.

There is another quote in that audio: “Bear ye one another’s burdens,” and don’t push others to work too hard or do too much or carry too big a load. Share the load! If you’re strong enough, you can help share theirs; and if they’re strong enough, they can help share yours. I think the tendency for those of us who are overachievers, or who are physically able to carry a big load is that we expect the same from everyone else. I’m an overachiever, but I’m not physically able. I tend to look at those who can do so much, who have unending stamina, never get sick, as somehow attaining more than me. It’s only made worse if the expectation is that I should reach that same level.

It’s a lack of maturity to expect life to be fair, to expect everyone to be able to carry the same load, to label those that can’t ‘keep up’ as ‘weak’. It’s equally immature to expect that I can do as much as everyone else, that I need to attain to someone else’s idea of what ‘keeping up’ means. By putting myself into a little ‘guilt’ box every time I needed rest or a break, I took myself out of the Lord’s restful arms and on to the path of stress and burnout.

I don’t think this will be a lesson easily learned for me. There will still be tears when I feel I’ve failed the Lord, my kids, my work, or myself. But because I know it will take time to change, I’m going to give myself time to change. I’m not going to beat myself up about the lacks, but focus on the change. I’m going to focus on staying in that place of rest, counting my blessings, and reminding myself that I am the way He made me, and as such, I will let Him do through me what I can’t do myself.

Some pix

I will be getting more pix from the camera I’m borrowing; until then, a few pix from our trip here and our first days here.

Cherise reading to herself and her teddies on the train :D

CC and Jordan shared a bunk since one bunk was taken with our stuff. It was a long and boring ride, but uneventful and safe, thank God!

I shall call her squishy and she shall be mine and she shall be my squishy…lucky me, get to steal this little one whenever I like :)

Cherise at the reading corner we did one week. At home, there is no sleep-over complete without Cherise doing a story.

Grateful to be Back!

I was wondering how to get back to blogging again after such a long break. I’ve missed writing just for fun, but have not had the time or opportunity to get started on it until now. After giving it some thought, I felt my first post back should be a grateful post. I know I won’t be able to mention everyone or everything that I’m thankful for in one post, so my apologies in advance if I don’t get everything covered.

First and most importantly, I want to thank God for all His help, direction, and guidance over the last few months. He’s been caring for me my whole life long, I just want to specify these last few months. All these changes were His idea, after all, He’s leading me down a new path in my life and I’m loving it! Once again, I had to saw off the limb and He, once again, was faithful to catch me, to uphold me, to bring me to a safe place. There’s nothing compared to complete surrender to the will of God and finding complete joy and satisfaction even through the rougher patches. Despite the worrying, the loneliness, the insecurity at times, I can honestly say I’m genuinely happy—these are some of the happiest days of my life so far! Thank You for being there with me, for being my Provider, my Keeper, my Husband!

It has often been said that God has no hands except those He can use here on earth. I am so incredibly thankful for the people who have been there for me and helped me along my journey. I feel overwhelmed at times by the love and care I’ve experienced, even from people I didn’t know before. It’s amazing to me how people rallied behind us, helped us in so many ways, and because of them, we were able to get set up in record time.

There is a quote that says, “Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.” I can certainly attest that this is true. I have met the most amazing people recently and they have made an impact in my (and my kids) life like few have. When we arrived, they took us in, unconditionally, put us up in their best room, took care of us, and helped in innumerable ways to find the place we’re at now. They did not have to give so much. They would have had every reason to say no to taking us in to begin with! They did not just give what was convenient or practical or extra. They went the extra, extra mile and never made us feel in the way or like we’re extra trouble. Not only that, but I’ve gained two wonderful friends; they helped me through the rough patches and give good, solid counsel. I’m so happy I found a place nearby so we have daily contact. I’m privileged to know and work with such wonderful people.

There are others as well. People who’ve stood by me and been there without judging; people who spurred me on by not allowing me to quit, people who helped me to have faith in myself again. I only hope that I can pay it forward, help others in ways I can, and be there when someone needs a helping hand. I’ve learned a lot about friendship, what it means to truly love unconditionally, and I hope to put that to practice in my life more and more.

I’m also incredibly thankful for my kids. God gave me a wonderful gift in each one of them; they make me smile, they make me get up and keep going, and I am so grateful that I have the opportunity to not only be a mom and caregiver to them, but teacher and provider as well.

I’m sure I’ll think of more to be grateful for—or to write about it—life just keeps getting better as I focus on the positive. This is one wonderful ride, I’m so glad I kept following the path He leads me on day by day.

There’s a Man in My Life…

…who lights up my world; he really does. He enjoys the morning almost as much as I do, although he enjoys sleeping, too. I love how he takes his arm around my neck and pulls me back into the bed with him, making sure I know I’m loved first thing in the morning.
…who, like so many people, doesn’t always understand me, doesn’t always ‘get’ why my mood swings from time to time, why I have “no touchy” times or whole days, but who accepts me the way I am, makes sure he’s even more crazy than me, and doesn’t judge when I’m ‘odd’.
…with an incredible sense of humor. Not one to shy away from a good word play, an opportunity to make fun of himself, or just make everyone around him laugh with his silly faces and body contortions. I have a video of him doing a dance that I watch from time to time, just to laugh until I cry.
…with a soft and tender heart. Somehow he knows how to comfort others. Usually it’s just with a warm hug, he’s not big on words, just on ‘being there’.
…who’s noisy, messy, silly, can’t find things that are right in front of him, who loves pizza way more than is healthy, wants to cuddle even on the hottest summer days, he’s a bit of a show-off and way too daring for my delicate heart, but I love him all the same.

I know one day another woman will take you into her heart, and I’ll have to let you go, but regardless of where you go or what you do, you’ll forever be in my heart, you will forever be my son.

Happy Birthday, Jordan!

Too Good Not to Share

I know, I know…I’ve been meaning to write, I have a lot to write, it’s piling up inside me, just waiting for the chance to burst out. I will be writing again, I just needed some time to get some clarity make some sense of things so that I can once again make sense to you. I’ve been writing, only not on here, but I’ll get back in the groove soon.

Someone posted this from Paul Coelho’s blog. It blew me away, because it expresses exactly how I feel right now. I could NOT have said it better and I want to share it with you, maybe you feel the same. I’d really like to get more comments, if you have something to say, please, say it!

Looking For a Reason

What is a warrior of light?

Warriors of light keep the spark in their eyes.

They are in the world, are part of other people’s lives, and began their journey without a rucksack and sandals. They are often cowards. They don’t always act right.

Warriors of light suffer over useless things, have some petty attitudes, and at times feel they are incapable of growing. They frequently believe they are unworthy of any blessing or miracle.

Warriors of light are not always sure what they are doing here. Often they stay up all night thinking that their lives have no meaning.

Every warrior of light has felt the fear of joining in battle. Every warrior of light has once lost faith in the future.

Every warrior of light has once trodden a path that was not his/her. Every warrior of light has once felt that he/she was not a warrior of light. Every warrior of light has once failed in his/her spiritual obligations.

That is what makes them warriors of light; because they have has been through all this and have not lost the hope of becoming better.

That is why they are warriors of light.
Because they make mistakes.
Because they wonder.
Because they look for a reason – and they will certainly find one.

Some pix just for fun (and to catch up:D)

Doing Christmas projects, we had so much fun together. And the decorations we made came out looking pretty nice this year :)

Jordan’s favorite was the chains. We used left-over wrapping paper from the last few years, they were put to good use.

Performing last Christmas!

Hark the Herald Angels Sing (I want to post video of this one, need to figure out how to resize it)

Jingle Bells

On New Year’s Eve, we had a mask dress-up. I kind of did a fast job, Jordan’s was not even deemed good enough for a picture, ha!

CC is getting taller and taller…my baby is growing up!

CC…in another one of my dresses. It’s her favorite thing to do when there’s any kind of dress-up–wear one of my dresses and then tease me about how well it fits her :P

Why I Home-school

It’s not possible for me to outline every single reason I chose to home-school my kids in one blog post. Maybe I’ll get into other reasons another time, as time and want-to permit. I realize that not everyone will share my ideas on home-schooling and there are plenty of parents who I respect and love who send their kids to school. I’m not saying they’re bad parents, I’m simply stating my reasons from my point of view, without pointing fingers at anyone else.

In the last few months, I’ve been questioned as to why I still home-school my children. These questions range from curious to accusatory, everything from ‘isn’t our education system good enough for you’ to insulting me as a teacher and stating that my kids aren’t getting a ‘proper’ education. Despite the fact that I get far more comments about how good my kids do in school and encouragement to keep doing what I’m doing, the accusations, especially the hurtful ones, do sting.

One reason I home-school my kids is because I have a pretty high standard when it comes to their moral development and character training. Because I’m not only their teacher, but their educator and full-time childcare helper, I do my best to instill those morals and training in any kids I care for. I’ve had times when I was only educating my kids, other times I’ve had anywhere from 3-6 other kids in my care. Right now I’m teaching 5 kids in 4 different grades, which, even though challenging is great fun for me. However, I’m not a traditional teacher, my hours go beyond the ‘school’ hours, and that’s when the ‘educator’ takes over. I’m not perfect, I mess up all the time, but I do my best. Kids learn most from example and how better to instill what I want all the kids to become than by living what I believe? Sending my kids to someone ‘else’ whom I hardly know who has to follow a curriculum I’m vaguely aware of, teaching from textbooks with content I don’t agree with would not only be negligent on my part, but go against who I am completely.

When I was 14, I decided I wanted to be an educator, in large part because I wanted to be able to be with my kids and teach them when the time came. I found I loved being with kids so it wasn’t long before I was totally loving my job. When I did start having my own kids, I was so thankful for the training I had and I’m still grateful to my mentors and those who continue to help me in my life’s calling. Those same mentors taught me the importance of not just baby-sitting, but getting to know the kids individually. Every child is different and not only deals with learning differently, but with life in unique ways. Where in a school setting with large groups of kids can the teachers afford to get to know each child individually?

Because I chose to home-school, I have more of a say in who my kids are around. I want them to have role-models and friends who will inspire them to live a Godly life. I know I can’t shelter them and that’s not my purpose. I simply want to have a say in who my kids hang out with. It is possible to prepare them for life through those who are good examples, I feel.

Following is an article that a friend of mine posted on her FB wall today. It was very hard for me to read, emotions ranging from anger to just wanting to cry! It’s long, but it’s one more example or reason if you will, of why I chose to home-school.

Death education at Columbine High

By Dr. Samuel L. Blumenfeld

Last weekend, the seniors at Columbine High School graduated. They tossed their caps into the air, celebrating their liberation from twelve years of public education where they wer…e indoctrinated in the system’s moral and academic chaos and were undoubtedly glad to come out of it alive. Some of their classmates did not. They remembered those who did not, omitting the names of the two perpetrators of the massacre who were also supposed to graduate that weekend. Instead, those two chose death.

Which brings us to the subject of death education. Death education has been a part of the progressive curriculum in virtually every public school in America for at least the last fifteen years. Yet no one in the establishment, let alone the U.S. Department of Education, has sought to find out what death education is doing to the minds and souls of the millions of children who are subjected to it. But we do have plenty of anecdotal information on hand.

For example, back in 1985, Tara Becker, a student from Columbine High, went to a pro-family conference in Colorado to tell the attendees about death education at the school and the effect it had on her. Jayne Schindler, who heard Tara’s testimony, reported:

Tara brought with her a booklet she had helped to compile for one of her school classes. This booklet was called “Masquerade” and was full of subliminal pictures and prose. Tara explained how she had been taught to use the hidden, double meaning, subliminals and how she had focused so much of her time and attention on death that she, herself, had tried to commit suicide.

A video was made of Tara’s testimony and distributed nationwide by Eagle Forum. The tape was aired on British television, and The Atlantic Monthly did a feature story based on it. The producers at 20/20 saw the video and decided to do a segment on death education which was aired in 1990. I remember that video very well because I was called by the free-lance writer who was working on the story and sent her some of the newsletters I had written on the subject.

Schindler writes, “Tara explained that the subject of death was integrated into many of the courses at her high school. She said that death was made to look glamorous, that living was hard, and that reincarnation would solve their problems. Students were told that they would always return to a much better life form. They would return to the ‘Oversoul’ and become like God.

“After one of the students at her school committed suicide, a ‘suicide talking day’ was held and every class was to talk about death. Class assignments were for students to write their own obituaries and suicide notes. They were told to trust their own judgment in choosing whether to live or die.”

So Tara began to think of suicide as a means of solving some of her problems. She thought of liberating her spirit from enslavement to her body. She says she also wanted to die to help relieve the planet of overpopulation. These were a few of the crazy thoughts put into her head by her “educators.” God knows what kind of equally crazy thoughts were put into the heads of the two killers at Columbine.

Fortunately, Tara survived death education at Columbine High and lived to talk about it. But thousands of students have committed suicide all across America and no one in Washington has even bothered to hold a hearing on the subject. It is now assumed that teenage suicide is as natural as burgers and fries. It’s just one of those things that teenagers now do in America.

But what seems to be happening as death education becomes more and more sophisticated is that many of these teenagers with the suicidal urge now want to take some of their teachers and classmates with them. After all, reincarnation is an equal opportunity concept. It’s for everybody.

How long has this been going on? Here are some excerpts from an article entitled “Development Opportunities for Teachers of Death Education” published in “The Clearing House” in May 1989, ten years ago:

This article reaffirms the need for death education and offers some methods for improving pedagogical skills of teachers.

A task force appointed by the president of the Association for Death Education and Counseling … is charged to (1) carry out a study of the current state of death education in U.S. schools, (2) make recommendations for the ideal K-12 curriculum in death education, and (3) make recommendations for minimal knowledge, skills, and attitudes that teachers should possess before attempting to teach death education to children. …

Although we can assume that most pedagogical efforts are sound, recent examples have surfaced, depicting miseducation and ill handling of attempts to address dimensions of dying and death. Consider the following items from the Dallas Morning Press:

“Some have blamed death education classes for the suicides of two students who attended courses in Illinois and Missouri. Other students have suffered traumatic reactions. Minimally trained or untrained teachers have asked first graders to make model coffins out of shoe boxes; other students have been instructed to sit in coffins, measure themselves for caskets, list 10 ways of dying (including violent death), attend an embalming and touch an undraped corpse.”

Certainly mistakes do occur in many instructional settings and some minimally trained teachers may, on occasion, handle situations inappropriately. But let us hope that the above examples are rare and that effective death education is the norm in our schools throughout America.

There you have it. A plea made ten years ago for “effective death education,” whatever that is. What is “effective” death education? Can the educators tell us? What about simply eliminating death education? But that won’t happen, because if we did, we’d have to get rid of values clarification, sensitivity training, transcendental meditation, out-of-body experience, magic circles, outcome based education, drug ed, sex ed, suicide ed, and now massacre ed.

Incidentally, the National Education Association has played an active role in promoting death education. It sponsored the writing and publication of “Death and Dying Education” by Prof. Richard O. Ulin of the University of Massachusetts. The book, written in 1978, includes an 18-week syllabus for the death educator.

Dr. R. J. Rushdoony has written, “Humanistic education is the institutionalized love of death.” Meanwhile, the best the schools and President Clinton can offer the kids is grief counseling and conflict resolution by trained counselors who will have a lot more work to do in the future.

Average Grades Nov. 2010

I’m late with this, I know. It feels kind of good to catch up :D

Jordan:
Reading-2 books: 88%
Math-3 books: 94%
LA-3 books: 98%
Science-2 books: 90%
Social Studies-2 books: 87%

Cherise:
Bible-1 book: 90%
LA-1 book: 99%
Spelling: 100%
Math-1 book: 88%
Science-2 books: 88%
Social Studies- book: 96%

Charlotte:
LA-2 books: 95%
Spelling: 94%
Math: 2 books: 92%
Science-2 books: 95%
Social Studies-1 book: 90%

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