Germ-X Generation.

The world works in a very specific way.  There’s a definite plan in how things should go.

If certain things don’t happen, it is very likely the Earth will spin off its axis and slam right into a 1998 Ford Focus.

And none of us want that (especially if the Focus isn’t insured).

Dogs are supposed to bark at cats.  The Chicago Cubs are supposed to disappoint their fans each summer.  Gas prices are supposed to rise for no apparent reason 4 days before a holiday.

And most importantly, junior high boys, without exception, are supposed to push each other for no other reason than they are junior high boys.

Truth be Told, I'm a Big Fan of the Germ-X.

The universe needs these things to take place. 

This time of year is no different.

It’s fall. Which means certain things are supposed to happen.

Football starts.  The weather gets colder.  Leaves turn colors. And we all get the flu.

That’s how it goes.  That’s how it’s supposed to be. 

Any deviation from this very specific chain of events and we are asking for trouble.

Don’t mess with it and don’t question it.

You cross Mother Nature (or whoever is in charge) and you may get slapped upside the head (don’t kid yourself… Mother Nature has a mean streak).

I’m no doctor, but during this time of year I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to get sick.

It’s our right as _______________ (fill in your country of origin here).

Our children need to get sick.

They have to get sick.

Something about building up their immune systems, so they are stronger and healthier as adults.

When I was a kid (a long time ago in a land far far away), we got sick and we liked it.

Actually, that’s a lie.  We didn’t like it.

Who wants to spend all day at home, lying in bed, not watching TV, years in advance of the invention of video games? 

Not fun.  Not fun at all.

If we were sick, we had to do it quietly and out of sight.

It wasn’t a free day (sometimes our parent yelled at us for being sick… it was a different time…).

So consequently, we wanted to get better and go back to school.

But things are different today.

We live in fear of our children being around germs. 

They drink bottled water as opposed to taking a gulp from the neighbor’s garden hose.

They don’t eat food that has been on the floor for less than 5 minutes (the 5 second rule is for sissies).

We constantly have them washing their hands.

When I was a kid, we washed our hands once a week (if we had time… and the money to afford water).

In today’s world, we do everything in our power so our kids don’t have to suffer. We will go to any lengths to protect them.

From their teachers, principals, peers, own lack of ambition, work, responsibilities… the list goes on and on.

We want them to live in a bubble where nothing can touch them.

Now we are constantly trying to save them from germs.

My concern is how are they going to survive when they are adults.

Germ-X can’t save them from themselves.




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When Did They Start Hiring Kids as Police Officers?

This is an Actual Picture of the Police Officer Who Pulled Me Over (not really).I got stopped for speeding this morning.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

There’s no reason I should have been going that fast. It was just a bad idea. Nothing good could have come out of it.

Best case scenario, I get to school earlier. That isn’t what I call a “good scenario”.

It’s not that I don’t like to arrive at school early because I do. The peace. The quiet. The no interruptions.

You can’t beat it.

In the two hours before school, I can accomplish what it takes me 87 regular school days to do.

6-8 am… it’s like study hall for administrators.

But today was not the day to get to school early.

Reason #1 – it’s Friday. Reason # 2 – it’s a Full-Moon. Reason #3 – it’s a Friday with a Full-Moon.

I’m not a scientist, statistician, or witchdoctor but odds are today was going to be a long day.

Even the best case scenario wasn’t a good one.

Now the worst case scenario. I get stopped by a child-like police officer.

And that’s exactly what happened. I should have known because it’s not just Friday.

It’s Full-Moon Friday.

If you don’t understand the significance of this event, you’re not an educator. Or your just a damn fool (sorry for the language… but I’m considering blogging a little
bluer to expand my audience to over 3 dozen people).

To make matters worse the police officer was 12 years old. I’m relatively sure this time last year he was playing dodge ball in PE, shoving his buddies while waiting in
line at the water fountain, and being awkward around girls at the 7th grade dance.

Now he is a policeman.

When did they start hiring officers who are younger than me?

As a kid, I distinctly remember ALL police officers being old. Now they look like teenagers.

How did this happen?

When did this happen?

Authority figures are supposed to be at least 40 years old, grey or balding, and grumpy.

They are supposed to be old.

They are supposed to look like me.

Wait a second…

The moral of this story is I’m old. And don’t drive 53 in a 30 mph zone. And be nice to squirrely junior high boys because they will grow up and become police officers… and eventually they will pull you over for speeding… but they just might let you off with a warning if you’ve been nice to them…

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It’s Spring at School.

There is a different feeling at school these days. And I think I know what it is. masters2007-203

Winter is winding down. I know this because I can now walk more than 10 feet and no one asks me about having a snow day.

While this is the surest sign winter is over, there are others that indicate spring has arrived.

But don’t get too excited.

Spring foreshadows the end of school, not that school is over.

This is a very important point for antsy students. And teachers. And me.

If you have spent any time around schools you may recognize some of these indicators that spring is upon us.

The senior class is restless. While they aren’t sure what they are going to do with their lives, they are sure they don’t want to be in high school anymore.

Life awaits them. They are ready to grab life by the horns.

They don’t have a clue.

In about 7 months, they will realize high school wasn’t so bad.

Teachers are restless. Summer awaits them. And they are also ready.

The problem is they have forgotten summer lasts about 7 seconds. Then it is over (although the good news is… there is a summer break every year).

Junior high boys are jumpy. Although this type of behavior is not all that unusual, it does drive adults even crazier come springtime.

On top of this there is a stench in the air (and hallways). While not recognizable to younger staff members, I immediately know what it is when I see/smell it.


It’s everywhere in the spring.

And it seldom ends well… for the boys. But like most lessons in life, sometimes you have to learn the hard way. Good luck gentlemen. You are going to need it.

In about 3 weeks.

High School baseball has started. Which means it is going to rain. Almost every day.

It doesn’t rain so much on days when the team has practice, but there is a 97% chance on game days.

The tulips came up in my yard. Then it snowed on them. It’s definitely spring.

My lawn went from brown and dead to green and 8 inches tall… in less than 24 hours. And lucky for me, I have no time to mow during this time of year.

While good for me, it’s bad for the neighbors. But technically this is their fault.

They should have known the risk they were taking when they moved in next door to a school administrator (also, they shouldn’t blame me when toilet paper blows off my trees and into their yard at Halloween).

I will mow my yard consistently after graduation. In May. Unless I am too tired.

I know it is spring when the countdown starts.

There is at least one teacher in every school who has the official end of the year countdown. They can tell you exactly how many days, hours, minutes, and seconds until school is out for the summer.

These teachers are more than willing to share this information with everyone they come into contact. Starting on about January 2.

You know it’s spring when on the nights you have meetings after school, it is 75 degrees and sunny outside.

And the nights you don’t have meetings, it is 37 degrees and windy.

Spring means I have moved my golf clubs from the garage to my truck.

This act doesn’t mean I have time to actually use them, but I am getting prepared for June (after I mow my yard… after graduation… no matter if I’m tired or not).

So I am declaring winter officially over and spring has arrived.

The signs are all here.

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