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This entry was posted on Thursday, October 10th, 2019 at 8:52 am and is filed under circus of life. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
People who enjoy meetings should not be in charge of anything.
—Thomas Sowell
Only in math problems can you buy forty cantaloupes and no one asks what the heck is wrong with you.
Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
You really got me with Sam Cooke.
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Way to go!
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Lol
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I prefer the term ‘smarter than you,’ as well. 😊
The really weird religion made me laugh. 😀
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Mission accomplished!
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After reading your post this morning, I was thinking about Sam Cooke’s song, Wonderful World, and it occurred to me — If everyone would start their day reading your blog instead of the news headlines, what a wonderful world this would be!
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Aww, you’re so sweet. ❤️
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Just telling it like I see it. You are a rare ray of sunshine on the internet, my feathered friend. 💘💘💘
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Thanks Lady Q. ❤️
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
Education – Bluebird style 👍
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😀 😀 😀
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Love the last few ne. I must remember it and use it.
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Good ones. 😀 — Suzanne
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[…] Bored of Education | Bluebird of Bitterness […]
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Thank you for the link. 🙂
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I must say, I very much like the education I grew up with, though, at the time, I probably complained like my friends. What I liked is that I learned. The teachers knew their subjects, and we learned. Simple. Nothing to complicated. They taught. We had to be responsible if we didn’t want to repeat the grade or take summer school. They taught. We had to do homework and be responsible. Simple. Now, having said that, I would have like some more creativity and class projects. When I became a teacher, I understood what was important, but having worked at summer camps, I realized children learn in all kinds of ways and have all kinds of interests. My goal was to give as much as I could to find their interests. As long as we got through the main work (Here, I was very traditional), which I also supplemented, we had kids creating songs, kids creating their own board games, a business letter center, and more, even creating cities and island nations with stories. One student, who had always been in RSP, was being mainstreamed, my class being his first. Somewhere, around the third quarter, he finally figured that I didn’t give more work for finishing early, but the work had to be done right, that he could work on a song, a commercial, a game, or any of the number of other things we came up with (by the way, all those extras address standards, though the kids don’t know). Well, this kid, who always had D’s, got on the principal’s honor roll, just because I was different and got the kids interested in variety, but also because I didn’t keep giving more of the same type of work. State tests were good. If a child is ADHD, I want them in my class, but I can relate to them so long as there isn’t a chart of procedures to follow. I just understand the kid.
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