TV Show Idea: Road School.

I have an idea. RV1.jpg    

An ingenious one.

It may sound like I’m full of myself, but if you don’t think your ideas are ingenious, who will?

You have to give me the benefit of the doubt because I could be delusional from the massive amounts of Advil coursing through my veins from my recent snowboarding accident (I fell… hard… on my caboose… now I must blog standing up… sad really).

In the past few years, I’ve watched my share of reality television.

Survivor. American Idol. Shows with angry unhappily married fake rich ladies. All the junk on E! and VH1.

Some of it’s good.

Most of it isn’t.

Usually, I come away with even lower expectations for the human race.

I’ll often watch and then go through a period of self-loathing and abdominal cramping.

Just recently (after my last blow to the head while snowboarding/falling), it occurred to be there is an untapped reality show market.


The great thing about a reality show about education is 100% familiar with the topic and issues surrounding it.

Most of us went to school. Some of us even graduated (8th grade counts).

It’s hard to find a family who doesn’t have at least one member who is a teacher, so the education reality television market could be a gold mine.

Here’s my idea.

A show called “Road School”.

It’s homeschooling, but in an RV.

Two things I know nothing about.

You take an average family with two educators, an Evil Spawn, a handsome beagle, big fancy motor home with internet and satellite television provided by the production company and you got yourself a show.

Hit the open road and let the high jinks ensue.

An entire school year learning from the land.

The family visits national parks, monuments, and also interacts with regular people.

They stop by the homes of astronauts, veterans, and inventors.

Each week the family goes to a new state, does charity work, has a new experience, and learns a valuable lesson.

At the end of each episode there’s a quiz on the places and people they visited and the things they learned.

The curriculum could be put out in advance so schools and homeschool students could participate along with the show.

It would be education for the next century.

Not confined to a desk or classroom, but learning by being out in the real world.

I see a blog, YouTube updates, lots of Tweeting, and possibly a Discovery Education tie-in.

The family not only learns new stuff, but grows closer.

There’s laughter. There’re tears. There are long speeches about the greatness of the American people.

It’s The Amazing Race, Dirty Jobs, American Pickers, combined with a life-long education.

It’s ingenious.

At least, I think think so.

Now I will just sit back and wait for some education organization to recognize my genius.

And throw massive amounts of cash at me and Buddy the Dog (because he doesn’t perform unless there’s money involved… or a carrot).

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Educators (and Everyone) Should Give Thanks.

Thanksgiving means several things.

Lots of birds die.

Give a Bird a Break.

Gas prices rise because everyone is driving.

Summer is gone and it’s not coming back.

The local news predicts terrible weather so you will tune in to their station (I think they cross their fingers for the year’s first horrific storm).

Football is on and the Detroit Lions are still bad.

Football is on and stuffing is still bad.  Don’t email me and say it’s great, because if it was, people would make it more than once a year.

Families get together and talk (although they should stay away from the following topics:  politics, race, religion, Sarah Palin, Barack Obama, Dancing With the Stars, American Idol’s new judges, TSA, and especially gas prices).

If your family has at least one educator (most have more… and some have a lot more) you shouldn’t speak of the things they aren’t thankful for:  NCLB, testing, lack of funds, more paperwork, high-maintenance parents, not enough technology, underperforming schools, meetings, government’s unrealistic expectations, and school food.

What all of you should talk about is kids.

We should all be thankful for them.

The next generation (and every one after that) has the opportunity to be our best generation (if adults don’t mess them up).

If you haven’t noticed the kids today aren’t terrible malcontents; they are smart.

Really smart.

Way smarter than we were at the same age (and very likely smarter than we are now).

They have the ability to do more (probably with less) than we ever did.

They will change things, which will make us old people nervous, but it will be for the better.

The world is in good hands and whether you are in education or not, you should be thankful for them.

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

If you are a turkey, thank a vegetarian.

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Success is Found in the Oddest Places.

For the last several weeks we have been looking for a new couch.


Because we sold our “old” couch (which we sat on about 12 times). The mancave looks pretty bare without furniture.Our New Couch.  Not Our House.

Plus, it’s no fun to watch TV while standing.

It’s almost as bad as when I was a kid and had the responsibility of turning the channels (all 4 of them).  By hand.  The horror.

I feel really good about selling the “old” couch since we got nearly 30 cents on the dollar.  This couch was the essence of buyer’s remorse.  From the moment we got it, I knew it wasn’t right.

Mainly because it wasn’t a couch.  It was more like three recliners screwed together.

Great for watching movies (which we don’t), but terrible for taking a nap (which Buddy and I do… and as always, don’t judge us because you don’t understand the specialness of the man/dog relationship).

The search for a new couch has taken us to every furniture store within 100 miles.  The only thing we’ve found is there is some really ugly furniture out there (who is buying all of this plaid???).

Actually that’s not true, we have also found that furniture salesmen can be slightly creepy (aka:  borderline stalkers).

Note to salesmen:  I’m quite capable of walking around a store and staring at couches by myself.  I really don’t need you following me.  Especially when your face is within 2 1/2 inches of mine (it’s called personal space, please abide by it).

At Thanksgiving, my wife’s brother suggested we stop by a local discount store.

Discount store?

We thought this may have been the craziest idea since the 4th judge on American Idol (only to be topped when they booted Paula Abdul off the show… sure she’s nuts, but she was our nut).

Needless to say, we had no plans to swing by the discount store (home of the $9.99 fake Christmas trees… lights and ornaments included).

Then we went to yet another high-end store only to be stalked and overwhelmed by the sight of hideous furniture (seriously, who is buying these plaid loveseats???).

We decided just for laughs to stop by the discount store and see what had  fallen off the train/semi truck this week.

As soon as we walked in (past the piles of silly puddy, Star Wars cards, Yo-Yo’s, and 99 cent picture frames)  there it was.  It was an epiphany.

The couch we’ve been looking for.

The couch we thought we’d never find.

It was perfect.

It was cheap.

It was in a discount store.

Who knew?

As an added bonus, our salesman was the nicest, most polite, most professional person we’ve met on our furniture journey.  My best guess is he’s about 35 years old, but he looks over 50. 

He’s the guy that hasn’t cut his hair since he was 12.  Probably cut classes in high school.  Maybe enjoys an occasional cigarette (and so much more).  I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the parent who wants a better life for his kids than he thinks he has.

He was very particular about his work and wanted to make sure we knew exactly what we were getting.  The total cost.  The hidden fees.  What time he would call us so we could pick up the couch.  How he would help us load it when we arrived.

He was thorough.

All of this help without being a stalker.

Who knew you could get such good service in a discount store (not to mention such a nice couch for a low low price).  I wish you could get this kind of service (and low low price) in a regular furniture store.

This got me thinking.

I bet the man who helped us wasn’t the teacher’s pet in school.

I think it’s more likely that he drove his teachers crazy.

He probably didn’t work up to his potential.  He may not have understood the importance of Algebra or English.

Some people might even look at him (and the 25 year old pony tail) and think he’s not successful.

I think they would be wrong.

I would consider him very successful at his job.  He has skills (including people skills) that should be envied.

Success comes in all shapes and sizes.

And on this day, we found it at a discount store.

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