Why My Generation Believes We Are the Best Generation.

This is not my work.  It’s much funnier.

I received this in an email.  If you are old like me, feel free to look down on those who are younger.

If you are younger than 35, please feel free to roll your eyes.

Those of You Born 1930 – 1979, We Are Survivors.We Are the Best!

First, we survived being born to mothers 
who smoked and/or drank while they were 

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, 
tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-base paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, 
locks on doors or cabinets, and when we rode 
our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.

As infants and children, 
we would ride in cars with no car seats,booster seats, seat belts, air bags, and sometimes no brakes and bald tires.

Riding in the back of a pick-up truck on a warm day 
was always a special treat.  Sometimes we sat in lawn chairs so the wind would blow through our hair and sometimes completely blow us out of the truck.

We drank water 
from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends and no one actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon.  We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar and we weren’t overweight.


Because we were 
always outside playing!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day.  We only had to be home by the time the 
streetlights came on.

No one was able 
to call or text us.  And we were okay.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps.  Then we would ride them down the hill, only to find out 
we forgot the brakes.

After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have PlayStations, Nintendos, or XBoxes.There were no video games, no 550 channels on cable.

No Dish Network.  No Direct TV.  And no Netflix.

No video movies or DVD’s, surround-sound or CD’s,cell phones, personal computers, internet, or chat rooms.

What we had friends and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones, and chipped teeth.

And there was never a lawsuit.  We called these accidents and blamed no one but ourselves.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt.

The worms did not live in us forever and our parents didn’t rush us to the emergency room.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthday.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and while we were told it would happen, 
none of us ever lost an eye.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house to talk to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team.Those who didn’t had to learn to deal 
with disappointment.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law 
was unheard of.  In the good old day, parents sided with the police.

These generations have produced some of the best 
risk-takers, problem solvers, and inventors in the history of the world.

The past 50 years 
has been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility,and we learned how to deal with it all.

If YOU are one of them?CONGRATULATIONS!

You and your parents/grandparents should be proud.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it?

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Sandy Hook Elementary, Newtown, Connecticut.

I haven’t written a blog about what happened at Sandy Hook Elementary on Friday, December 14, 2012 for a couple of reasons.Sandy Hook Elementary.

First, my life at school has been busy.  Extremely busy.

I’m always swamped this time of year, but this tragedy made things even busier (I’m not complaining).

Parents, students, and staff were more shaken about this event than anything I’ve ever experienced.

During Columbine, I was a snot-nosed young teacher, so I’m sure I didn’t realize the impact it had on my administrators and school at the time.

Secondly and most importantly, an event like this doesn’t lend itself to snarky sarcastic blog writing (this is my go to move).

So, I’ve taken some time off from blogging.

And I’m glad I did.

I think the most important thing we can do at times like this is be reflective.

The best reaction is not to overreact.  This can be hard to do when everyone around you wants you to "Do something!"

In the face of tragedy, we all want to immediately implement rules or procedures to fix our own situation.

And often times, that’s the worst thing we can do.

Time will give us many of the answers we are searching for.

Lessons will be learned from what happened in Connecticut.

Schools will become safer.  Politicians will eventually do the right thing (I hope).  Administrators and teachers will be better trained.

Students who are already safe will be even safer in the future.

These things will take time, but they will happen.

This of course, will never fix what happened, but we have to understand we can’t fix it.

We can only make things better from this point forward.

This can sound cold and uncaring, but it’s not.  It is why I didn’t write a blog the next day.

As a side note… Why does the news media put children and families who were directly involved in a tragedy on TV, but won’t show a drunk fan who runs on the field during a professional baseball or football game because they don’t want to "glorify" their actions?

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Kelsey Elise Graduates from Grand Valley State University.

More proof that the next generation is smart.

Really smart.

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Why Are All the Children Screaming?

It’s the Holiday Season which means there are all kinds of events.Stop YELLING!

Parties, programs, church events, trips to the mall, and concerts to name just a few.

This also means one thing.

There will be loud wild obnoxious children running amok.

Why is this?

When did it become acceptable for parents to allow their kids complete and total freedom in public?

What happened to parents dropping "The Look" on their children from 40 yards away?

Where did the days of my youth go when kids were to be seen and not heard?

Who decided it was okay for school-aged children to run up and down aisles screaming and fighting?

What happened to common sense parental supervision?

Lastly, what happened to parents giving other adults permission to discipline their children if they saw or heard them get out of line? 

Individual rights and freedoms are certainly important, but so is respect for the group.

Any chance there is a correlation between the volume level of children and society’s decision that it is inappropriate to ever spank them?

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What Happens When the Superintendent Doesn’t Call Off School.

I’ve been there.At Least They Aren't Throwing Snowballs at Him.

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Twitter is the New Teachers’ Lounge.

A long, long time ago I was hired as a teacher.Twitter Is What You Make of It.

Now we aren’t here to question the good judgment of the gentleman who made this decision, but we probably should discuss it at some point.

For whatever reason, he chose me out of 3 candidates.

I may not have been the greatest teacher, but I was evidently better than the other two.

Or they may have turned the job down right before he offered it to me.

I will never know.

But lucky for me, I had a job.

When I was hired, he gave me some good advice.  After he put his cigarette out.

Yes, times have changed.  In today’s world you would never see a high school principal sitting at his desk hiring a new teacher while sucking on a cancer stick.

But two decades ago, I did.

And I remember his advice like it was yesterday.

He said "Mike, take this advice or don’t.  Doesn’t make me any difference.  But, if I was a brand new teacher, I would stay out of the teacher’s lounge."

Then he went back to smoking.  He really seemed to enjoy it.

I took his advice.  And vowed to never smoke at my desk because I didn’t want my fingers to be yellow.

He didn’t tell me why I should stay out of the lounge, but I remember thinking at the time he must know something I don’t because he had been in education forever.

And I mean forever.

His fingers were REALLY yellow.

These days, I’m starting to think Twitter has become the new Teacher’s Lounge.

Neither one is bad, but they are what you make of them.

Both can provide educators positive and upbeat experiences, but both can also suck the living life out of you.

In either place, I think it’s very easy to get caught up in complaining about schools, students, parents, and even politicians.

If I was giving advice in today’s world (and I am), I would say don’t go anywhere where the people around you make you feel bad about your profession.

This might mean the lounge.  This might also mean Twitter.

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