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Saga of Stupidity

For new people, last week my son asked me if I had ever heard of “blue waffle disease”. (I’m not including links because there are all of three out there that don’t take an internet user to scary, gross, and disturbing places.) When it comes to biology, there isn’t a whole lot I haven’t at least heard of, even if I don’t know the details. However, this never should mean that I assume I know everything. I told him that, no I had not and as soon as I got dinner on the stove I would research it.

Aside from the issue of  it being far from an optimum choice of topics for learning the concept of ratios, my biggest issue was what I discovered from that research.


Go to the CDC, WebMD, World Health Organization… These people get paid to know their illnesses. This mythical STI began from a photo-shopped picture of a woman’s nether regions, some smart-ass that expounded upon it, and thanks to social media it has become a misogynistic urban legend.

I feel that it is the job of the teacher to present facts, to double check children’s research (especially on important subjects), and show them how to discern a reputable source from the online rumor mill. I have a boat load of other issues with the way this has been handled, but that’s boiling it down to the essential core issue.  If it is brought to their attention that something covered in class was incorrect, they need to rectify the situation.

I spoke with the vice principal, explained my initial objections, and she assured me she’d talk with the teacher. So, yesterday I get a call from the teacher, who for the most part spent the conversation trying to assure me she was “qualified” and that she hadn’t used pornography in the class. She was so defensive she refused to listen to my argument.

So, I decided to be that parent, the one who doesn’t let an issue drop until she/he gets it dealt with in a satisfactory manner. I found three separate sources online explaining what this absurd urban legend was and why it was harmful to not debunk it. I went back to the vice principal.

I had to explain three or four times that my issue was that incorrect information has been taught.

“All of the classes are interdisciplinary.”

I reiterated my issue and even gave an example of how the teacher could even further utilize this as a learning opportunity (identifying trustworthy sources).

“So you don’t want your son to participate in the current projects?”

Noooooo, that is not what I said.
I asked that the teacher do one of the following:

  1. Take down the poster and tell the class that the information was wrong.
  2. Leave poster up, but explain how sometimes things on the internet LOOK real, but aren’t.

“How do you know the teacher hasn’t done that?”

I would not have been standing in her office had my son told me, “Hey, my teacher took down that poster I told you about” or “My teacher pointed out the poster today and told us the information wasn’t correct. She explained how to find safe and reliable sources.”

She refused to look at my printouts and refused to accept them for the teacher. After initially offering to let me see the poster, I was refused permission to go to the classroom and see it. Although, I could “sit in on the class” at some future time. She was going to go down to the classroom and talk to the teacher and they’d do their “own research.” I could cut the patronizing BS with a knife. I said goodbye and left, as I had two other children to take to school.

Truth be told, I’m not sure I’d have the patience to sit through that class. If she’s doing such a stellar job with teaching math, why is my gifted and talented son asking me to explain the lesson? Seeing as how my explanation answers his questions in minutes, I don’t have much faith that I would see much of anything I liked.

So, herein lies my quandary. I have tried to do the right thing. My son is most definitely properly informed and he’s told his buddies at school that it isn’t real and not to Google it as a lot of gross stuff will come up. (He did this without any mention on my part.) Do I go higher up the food-chain and continue to raise holy hell? I really do want to, but I’m not the one that will feel the backlash. My son is. The teacher was already in a bad mood for having a parent complain to the vice principal. She probably got a verbal dressing down, but not enough in my opinion. My son and the girls thought it was great I was going to the office and not dropping the issue. If he were to become the focus of negative attention, I don’t think he’d be excited.





In case you’re wondering…

I mentioned in an earlier post that I purchased hens. It has occurred to me, based on the numerous questions posed by the neighborhood children that a chicken FAQ fact sheet might be in order. I’m basing my FAQ’s on actual inquiries received.

1) Yes, the feathered things running around in my yard are live chickens. Personally I would find zombie chickens rather disturbing.

image courtesy of therealskinnyp.tumblr.com

2) Yes, they are indeed the same thing one buys at the store, batters, and deep fries.

3) In reference to #2, yes this is accomplished by killing, cleaning, plucking and cooking, as I for one have no interest in eating something that is still flapping its wings.

4) If you cut off their head, no they do not continue to lay eggs.

5) No, I do not have to pull the eggs out of the chicken.

6) Similar to #2, yes, the eggs laid by the hens and are the same as the ones bought at the store.

7) We do the same thing with the eggs as one would with store bought eggs….eat them.

8) Yes, chicks hatch from eggs, but this requires a rooster. For further information on reproduction, for children, please ask your parents. If you are an adult, and need information, please use Google or another search engine.

9) Yes, chickens eat bugs and other sundry things. This isn’t really any more gross than us eating them. As tempting as it is for me to say otherwise, no, the chickens will not attempt to eat you.

10) As much as I wish to claim otherwise for the protection of my feathered flock, these particular hens are not very bright. I’d like to claim they are guard chickens which fiercely guard the house, but even the children asking these questions would realize how much of a lie that is.

I do hope I have answered your questions about chickens.



Deep thoughts

“Why do all the thought provoking discussions happen when I’m not around?” Soup King (a.k.a. my boyfriend) asked yesterday after I relayed the myriad of topics covered while the kids and myself made the twenty-five minute commute from after-school care to the house.

That’s easy. My kids are still at the stage where Mom knows EVERYTHING. They’ve even told me so, and refuse to believe otherwise no matter how much I insist that nobody can know everything. At least, the younger two maintain that assertion. My oldest, at the advanced age of ten years, thinks he knows almost as much as me and definitely more than his sisters. Mr. Smarty Pants has a long way to go to catch up to me. In fact, I think his questions are often tests to see if he’s reached the magic point at which he knows something I do not. So far, I’m smarter than a fifth grader. 😀

I used to ask why it always seemed to occur in the car. Granted, not every car ride evolves into an in depth religious, scientific, historical, philosophical, or mathematical discussion. (Quite often it covers several of those categories.) However, if by some miracle they decide not to play “let’s drive mom nuts by bickering” and instead engage in conversation, I get peppered with all nature of inquiries:

“Why is the sky blue?”

“Is Santa real?”

“Where do babies come from?”

“How do they get in the mom’s tummy?”

“Where is God?”

“What’s God’s favorite holiday?”

“What happened to the dinosaurs?”

“Why did people have slaves?”

“Why is there crime?”

“When will I get boobs?”

“What’s five thousand four-hundred twenty two times eight?”

Those are just a tiny sampling of the questions. A friend of mine told me it’s because they have my undivided, aside from driving, attention. I think it’s more than that though. I’ve often attempted to continue the conversations beyond the car ride or to initiate them while doing other things. No luck. I suspect they’ve figured out that I talk A LOT. Ask  me a question and I shall answer in depth. In the car they know I am confined to answering before they hop out and scatter like leaves in a brisk fall wind the moment the car stops in the driveway. Smart little buggers….