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WELCOME BACK AMERICA’S STUDENTS!

Cartoon used by permission: 275848_Nation’s Report Card by John Darkow, Columbia Missourian

OPEN LETTER TO AMERICA’S K-12 STUDENTS

WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL, AMERICA’S BABIES!

Well, Kiddos, it’s America’s Memas, Nanas, Abuelas, Jaddas, Bubbes, Amahs, Bibi, Babuskas, Bàs, etc. here. A kaleidoscope of grandmothers from our multicultural country who just wanted to congratulate you on a new school year and to give you a Betty Davis-type sendoff: “Fasten your freakin’ seatbelts, babies; it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.” Munchkins, everything is so topsy-turvy these days, and it has rolled over into your public schools, educational resources, and teachers. At least half the adults in this land have badly screwed up the country we’re leaving you, and they don’t have a clue that they’re missing the mark by a milestone!  What used to be the truth of history is now considered a lie and being supplanted by alternate “facts”.  The unlimited access to quality books that could infuse your intellect and raise your awareness about peoples and places outside of your local environs is rapidly being banned. Many excellent teachers and career-long librarians are fleeing their professions due to the restrictions being placed upon them by right-wing Evangelical fundamentalists who say their only goal is to protect you.

Cartoon used by permission: 277596_Teachers Face New Laws by Rick McKee, CagleCartoons.com

We grandmothers are horrified!  Little Ones, by the time you figure out you’ve been duped by your elders, it will be much too late, and your learning will have amounted to bupkis.  You will become mediocre and lead mediocre lives much like the adults who truncated your education.  Your minds will become susceptible to any conspiracy or “trumped-up” lie that comes down the pike because you will have never been taught the whole truth and nothing but the truth about history, slavery, your sexuality, peoples, cultures, and events.  

Cartoon used by permission: 275206_Book Banning by Bob Englehart, PoliticalCartoons.com

My precious Bubbeleh, even those of you who manage to escape the tyranny of the ignorant, we grandmothers live in constant fear that you will be gunned down in your schools because of gun laws we were never able to enact and AR-15s we were never able to eradicate from our culture.  This keeps us awake at night.

Cartoon used by permission: 275019_Librarian’s Story Hour by John Darkow, Columbia Missourian

Our Sweet Darlings, most recently, we grandmothers got together to pray for your welfare and success in school.  In the beginning, there was much anxiety and gnashing of teeth, until we all realized that we were focusing on the wrong things regarding our grandbabies: worry and fear.  What we should have been focusing on was hope and courage, because in the words of one of our greatest Presidents, Barack Obama, “you are the ones we’ve been waiting for!”  Of course, things are bad for you, but things have always been bad for every generation of humans who have walked the Earth. Your very own grandmothers had to fight for equal rights, civil rights, voting rights, women’s rights, reproductive rights, equal pay, educational and occupational inclusion, and we’re seeing much of that sacrifice and hard work being eradicated right before our very eyes.  You will have your own battles to fight—as it should be because we didn’t have all the answers.  Plus, you will need to restore what has been stolen from our previous gains. But if you have courage and envelop yourselves in the “Truth” of the battles that need to be fought and won, you will succeed. However, you will need some guidelines, and you will need to face some hard truths.

My Wajukuu (as they say in Swahili), after much contemplation, your grandmothers came up with a list of 8 guidelines for surviving and thriving in this academic year.  They work for all races, ethnicities, religions, and cultures.

Cartoon used by permission: 277385_Old Math by Pat Bagley, The Salt Lake Tribune, UT

#1.  SHOW UP!  In the words of Woody Allen, “80% of success is showing up”!  In other words, no matter how boring the subject or the teacher, how much you fear the task, how little you think you understand, how much your newly sprung period hurts, how much lack of sleep you had, or how much you wish you could be anywhere but there, the first step is to get out of bed, go to school, place your little behinds in the chairs, and open your minds to receive the knowledge being made available to you. (As we’ve intimated before, some of the “knowledge” may be polluted or half-assed, which will be a problem, but we will deal with that in #4.)

Cartoon used by permission: 276695_Low School Attendance by John Darkow, Columbia, MO

#2.  DON’T LIE (ESPECIALLY THOSE OF YOU OVER THIRTEEN)!  It may sound harsh, but we grandmothers are stunned at your ability to cop a lie rather than embrace truth if the truth is hard.  The reason we are leaving you such a messed-up world is because we have so many adults in our corporations and government who never learned not to lie. They are habitual liars. There is a great Bible verse that says: “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. We know you are not fully grown up yet, but many of you have been Bar or Bat Mitzvah’d, Quinceañera’d, had an Apachi Sunrise ceremony, baptized at the age of 13 – 15, and so on and so forth, and even though you’re not fully-grown adults, you’re almost there, and you know the difference between right and wrong. Leave the lying on the cutting room floor of childhood. Always own your truth (be who you are—no more, no less), but never lie about things you haven’t done or things you should take responsibility for along with the consequences.  Doing so will make you into the leaders we truly need and have been waiting for.  Plus, it will set a great example to the little ones who look up to you.

Cartoon used by permission: 270489_A Liar Goes to Congress by Jeff Koterba, patreon.com jeffreykoterba       

 

#3.  DO THE BEST YOU CAN.  Don’t be afraid to fail!  Not everything will be a home run.  If you study and don’t slough off your responsibilities in your subject areas, and you show up to do the work, that’s the best any of us can ask of you, or that you can ask of yourselves.  We grandmothers promise you that if you admire us for what we’ve accomplished in life, that is exactly what we did.

#4.  DON’T BE AFRAID TO ASK FOR HELP.  Believe it or not, even with all the knuckleheads who are trying to ruin your lives with miseducation, lies, banning of books, and access to guns, there are so many more adults who are ready and willing to properly guide you in your journey of learning. Question everything, BTW.  Don’t be afraid to challenge authority.  Just because someone is an adult doesn’t mean they are correct.

When you stumble or make a mistake, cry out to one of God’s helpers to pick you up and to give you the tools you need to overcome.  That includes your parents, unless they are worthless, in which case, look for the godly helpers outside of your homes.  They are always there—sometimes you have to dig a little, sometimes the pain in your life obscures them, but you’ll find them, even in the most dire circumstances.

Cartoon used by permission: 277795_Schools – so much support staff by Taylor Jones, Hoover Digest

#5.  BECOME CURIOUS AND NOT JUDGMENTAL.  We grandmothers unabashedly stole this line from Ted Lasso who stole it from who knows where. (It is often misattributed to Walt Whitman.)  In other words, unless you get to know someone—another classmate, a different gender, a different culture, a different race, a different religion, a different tribe, a different country, don’t assume you know who they are or what they like and how they love.  Don’t assume that they are “weird” or should be subject to your disdain and scorn because you never took the time to get to know them or research the truth about them.

Cartoon used by permission: 233978_The Right Response by Jeff Koterba, Omaha World Herald, NE

#6.  PEOPLE WILL COME INTO YOUR LIFE FOR A SEASON.  In other words, very few relationships are for the long haul. You’ll be blessed if you get to the end of your life with one or two people who have gone the distance.  This is just a fact of life.  People come into our lives for a season and most of them for a reason.  Sometimes we glean love from their actions and sometimes we learn hard lessons from their betrayals.  It will not be the end of the world when your paths disconnect from someone you thought was your BFF.  Mourn their loss, if you must, but move on.  It’s not the end of the world. Trust your grandmothers in this!

#7.  HIGH SCHOOL IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY.  We Memas know that the drama you suffer in high school will seem like the end of the world to you, but we promise you that it will get better.  Everything will seem huge and cataclysmic, but only some events, such as world wars, the deployment of atomic bombs, mass murders, or dying while you’re young should own those categories—not being tormented and bullied on the Internet by other kids.  As hard as it may seem, don’t derail your lives because of haters.  The best response should be: “I’ll show you—watch me triumph!” In the words of Taylor Swift, “Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean.” Cry out for help—definitely, but then flee from your tormentors and don’t look back.  IT WILL GET BETTER!  Ten or twenty years from now, you’ll barely remember their names and by the time you are your grandparents ages, you won’t remember what they even looked like. In fact, you’ll get a good laugh at their stupidity—that they ever deigned to think you weren’t worthy.

Also, do your Memas a favor and take a sabbatical from your cell phones every once in a while.  It will help you pull yourself out of the morass that slimes you on a daily basis. One more point: be judicious about what you post online.  Never ever post a picture (yep, we’re talking about dick pics and naked profiles, here) or say something online that you wouldn’t want your grandmothers to see or read.  Even us old farts know that whatever gets posted on the Internet can’t ever really be deleted—the Internet is forever, unfortunately!

Cartoon used by permission: 277257_Revised Back to School Signs by Dave Whamond, Canada, PoliticalCartoons.com

#8.  BE KIND.   The truth that spans all true religions of the world is that we should “treat each other as we wish to be treated.” Period.  Don’t be afraid to dispense kindness wherever you go to whomever you meet no matter how you’re feeling, and we grandmothers promise you that kindness will return in some form or fashion to you.

Have a blessed and fabulous school year, our precious grandchildren.  We love you, madly!

SIGNED:  The Memas of the world!

Cartoon used by permission: 277585_School be grateful by Dave Granlund, PoliticalCartoons.com

Eleanor Tomczyk is an author and a satirist who is an award-winning voice-over performer.  In 2011, she created the blog, “How the Hell Did I End Up Here” which features mostly satirical posts that have thousands of readers around the world—although she was recently banned in Pakistan (for real!).  Tomczyk’s three books were featured in a recent book festival: “Monsters’ Throwdown,” “Fleeing Oz,” and “The Fetus Chronicles—Podcasts to my Miseducated Self.”  Currently in her 70s and living life like it is freakin’ golden, she is a consummate storyteller and much sought-after motivational speaker.  If you don’t believe me, just ask her!

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Back to School

Do you know what I discovered this week along with the rest of the country? Ferguson, Missouri. I never heard of this town before, but like any decent human being, I am in pain for it and the family who lost their son. Even though my gut tells me that there is a racial component to this shooting (I am praying for peace and grace to envelope all the citizens in Ferguson), I am cautious as to the use of my limited platform to rile up my readers until I’ve heard all the facts. I am disinclined to believe all the details I’ve read thus far being promoted by the extremes of the media on both the right and the left side of the fence. I will not add insult to injury until the whole truth and nothing but the truth is revealed and confirmed. I owe the victim (Matthew Brown) as well as the police officer (Darren Wilson) that respect as human beings.

Consequently, I’ve decided to write on something completely innocuous this week that is a common denominator amongst most if not all Americans: going back to school. (I’m hoping a little levity might bring joy in the midst of these trying times as I connect the dots that show our commonality.) We all either have kids that we need to rip out of the throes of summer fun into the discipline of formalized school days, or we’re teachers, or we have grandkids, sisters and brothers, nieces, nephews, or cousins who are filing into classrooms all over the nation within the next two weeks with varying degrees of angst.

Summers over Nate Beeler The Columbus Dispatch

Used by permission: Nate Beeler, The Columbus Dispatch

I have been on all three sides of the “back to school” triangle as a teacher, a parent, and a student. If some well-meaning teacher asked me to do written assignments about my reentry into school throughout the years as all three of these actors, my essays would all be comedy pieces, because going back to school is a set-up for Saturday Night Live skits no matter what role you’re fulfilling in response to the brick and mortar places that shape one’s mind and destiny. Below are three essays (all true) as experienced by me in the roles of teacher, parent, and young student.

Back to School Rick McKee The Augusta Chronicle

Used by permission: Rick McKee, The Augusta Chronicle

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WRITING ASSIGMENT: BACK TO SCHOOL STORY AS A TEACHER

I was a music teacher for a few years in a private school and the worst class I ever had was made up of six 5th grade boys who would have preferred a year-long trip into Hell over participating in the learning of music theory. Even though this was a Christian school, I knew that I had my hands full the first week when the pastor’s son led four of the boys to try and get the sixth boy to drink his urine out of a soda bottle. After threatening to string them all up by their ears, I finally got them to settle down and start to learn an ascending and descending minor scale when urine boy (UB) raised his hand:

UB:        Mrs. Tomczyk, I hate this. My pop-pop says I don’t need to learn no music theory ‘cause I’m a farmer’s boy, and learnin’ funny notes never harvested no plants. Pop-pop says I ain’t never gonna need this stuff in life.

TEACHER: Randy, Randy, Randy, where do I even begin: the use of the word “ain’t,” “stuff,” or your refusal to have your mind expanded. What if you’re meant to be a country music star? Don’t you think a little music theory might help? Think of notes as a farmer’s musical fruits—waiting to be plucked.

UB:        My pop-pop says I can’t carry a tune, so yo’ class is a waste of time. Pop-pop says my talents are better suited for other things.

At that moment, in a closet-like interior classroom with no windows, six boys coordinated their farts to explode at the same time—continuously—for at least five minutes. (I swear it sounded as if they were farting in harmony, and the smell was as noxious as a sulfur plant.) Urine Boy had brought in containers of baked beans from his farm for each of the boys, and they concocted a plan to stuff themselves with the beans at the end of their lunch hour which was right before my class. As their little asses exploded over and over again, I had to evacuate the class and take them outside to finish the lesson. Of course, they were uncontrollable because every time I tried to seriously talk about half notes as nature’s musical fruits, they fell over in gales of laughter. Although two of them did grow up to be quasi-musicians, one became a juvenile delinquent, and two of them became leaders of a cult. I wonder if my lack of musical connection to their hearts had anything to do with their life choices—yet again, I was a very young, immature teacher, and I may have prayed a curse on their little asses for the year of Hell they put me through. (Just sayin’!)

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I’m not going to lie—I was always glad when school started. I was never Miss Sesame Street as a mother. Don’t get me wrong, I love my children more than life itself, but I could never have home-schooled them, of which they are eternally grateful. They knew my limitations as much as I did.  They barely survived me as an ex-teacher/helicopter mom, as it was.

One of my children had trouble focusing when she was in middle school, and I was very concerned that she wouldn’t catch on to all the details of the various subjects being thrown at her. Her social studies teacher would complain that when my kid should have been concentrating on what was being lectured, as the teacher passed by my child’s desk on any given day, my urchin would whisper-shout something to the effect of:

“Psst, hey Mrs. Poindexter, how YOU doin’?”

[Or if my darling child was feeling especially talkative]

“I like your dress—Is that new? You’re lookin’ good today, with your bad self.”

This particular child was quickly getting on Mrs. Poindexter’s nerves and rising to the top of her shit list. So when a major social studies assignment was sent home (worth ¼ of my kid’s grade), I figured this would be the perfect opportunity for my very smart, albeit, chatty-Cathy kid to redeem herself with just a “tiny bit of help” from her ex-school-teacher mom.

Middle-School Homework Assignment

10 page report on Capitalism vs. Communism

Assignment turned in by kid with helicopter mom’s proud help: “The Integration and Rule of the Bolsheviks vs. the Robber Barons as Compared to the Bonobo Monkey Colonies . . .”

Teacher’s Grade and Comment: B+++++++++. “To the mother of my pupil, I have given you a B-plus times nine. One more ‘plus’ would have gotten you an ‘A’ if you had included a comparison to the government utilized on the Star Trek Enterprise.”

Helicopter Mom’s chagrined “sotto voce” reply: “Bitch!”

First Day of School John Darkow Columbia Daily Tribune Missouri

Used by permission: John Darkow, Columbia Daily-Tribune Missouri 

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WRITING ASSIGNMENT: BACK TO SCHOOL STORY AS A STUDENT (A HUNDRED YEARS AGO)

I loved school. I counted the days until I could return to school in order to escape the Hell I lived in as a child that is highlighted in my memoir Monsters’ Throwdown.

My kids had to be dragged back to school kicking and screaming.

I learned to love Shakespeare, Dickens, and the Harlem Renaissance writers, to name a few.

My kids learned how to take tests about Hamlet, David Copperfield, and Langston Hughes, to name a few.

I learned how to problem solve and strategically think in an inner-city school in the 60s.

My kids learned how to take tests in one of the best suburban schools in the nation and promptly forget what they learned while studying for the next set of tests. Memorize, test, and dump, memorize, test, and dump was their high school chant.

I learned how to absorb history and have it make an imprint on my psyche. I love history and I remember most of what I learned even though it was over fifty years ago. It is one of the reasons I was able to contextualize my memoir, Monsters’ Throwdown, into the timeline of the exciting history of the 60s and 70s without too much effort.

My kids learned to ignore anything about history that didn’t enable them to ace their AP History courses. They were considered honor-roll students by their school. I blame their teachers for teaching to the tests. I blame our Board of Education for putting that pressure on our teachers. My kids were taught to test well—not to learn. As an ex-teacher, I am in mourning for their lack of sustained knowledge.

Testing Daryl Cagle CagleCartoons com

Used by permission: Daryl Cagle, CagleCartoons.com

I am discovering that, besides love, a solid education is the greatest gift a person can be given. (It’s how I got out of the ghetto.*) Without it, one is a virtual slave, but with it, one can do almost anything the heart desires. Fear of this empowerment is why slaves were forbidden an education in our country, why women and girls are thwarted from attending school in barbaric countries, and why there is such a growing economic divide in America today. The arguments over whether the President’s “Commoncore” educational assessment is a communist plot, or President Bush’s “No Child Left Behind” is a failure, or whether charter schools are the end all and be all, are pointless if none of these “systems” grant us quality teachers and our kids excellent educations as they march back to school this year and in the years ahead. Maybe we should spend a lot less on political campaigns and a lot more on our teachers’ salaries, quality classrooms, and excellent source materials. Maybe we should stop the bi-partisan bullshit and join together to build the best public school education in the world. I bet we could do it if we tried, and if we thought of each kid in America as our own—no matter what race, creed, or color. Oh, and it would be great if our kids could be taught critical and strategic thinking—I’m just sayin’!

Testing Mike Keefe Cagle Cartoons

Used by permission: Mike Keefe, Cagle Cartoons

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“He who opens a school door, closes a prison.”Victor Hugo

“Much education today is monumentally ineffective. All too often we are giving young people cut flowers when we should be teaching them to grow their own plants.”John W. Gardner

“The illiterate of the future will not be the person who cannot read. It will be the person who does not know how to learn.”Alvin Toffler

 

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BACK TO SCHOOL MONKEY

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REFERENCES

http://www.longislandpress.com/2014/04/07/thousands-of-long-islanders-opt-out-of-common-core-testing/

http://www.cnn.com/2013/08/15/health/avoid-school-germs/index.html?hpt=hp_bn13

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/11/06/business/a-rich-childs-edge-in-public-education.html?pagewanted=all

http://www.yesmagazine.org/issues/education-uprising/the-myth-behind-public-school-failure

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