April 15, 2012

April Randomness

Just some random thoughts...

When you fully embrace that your 7th grader is going to flat out fail the math section of the state standardized test and have to take remedial math, there is no more stress. It is... liberating.

(And no, I still don't find any humor in the fact that he has absolutely NO ability to do math, and that I'm a mathematician. And I don't find it funny, in the least, that he has no linear thinking, and I work as an engineer. I might find it funny if there wasn't so much suffering involved... like worrying that he won't graduate from high school. Yes. That is a real worry. But I'm not embracing that... Last week I had him homeless or living with me forever. We won't go there either. *deep breath*)

Oh and our new strategy, "If you don't know the answer, guess D." I figure if he consistently guesses the same letter every time he doesn't know, he'll have a 20% chance of getting it right... that is beyond narrowing it down. He narrows it down first and if that doesn't work, he'll put 'D'.

Yes. It is that bad...
The band trip is this week. NOLA. With 80 high school kids. In two busses. For 30 hours, 15 each way.

Did I tell the story of how I'd planned the entire trip, forgetting we had to do Mass being it is a Catholic School and the school priest is with us, and how when I suggested that maybe a hamburger bun could pass for unleavened bread and we could do it on Sunday at McDonald's I was met with a straight face and a, "NO."?


It'll be a good trip. They had me fill out scads of paperwork to go. In the end, I didn't fill out the paperwork asking for my personal references, querying my work ethic and personality. I was to ask three people who knew me. I decided the fact I've already put in over 100 hours of volunteer time, having put up with some of the most incompetent people I've ever met in my entire life, was enough 'personal reference' and that if asked, I was going to tell them what to do with their paperwork and how I'd just forgo the trip.

They didn't ask. I'm still going.


They had a sale on cheese danish at Publix today, buy one, get one free. Really? My husband did it. He frickin' brought them into my home.

Danish is the first cousin of doughnuts.

I could write poetry about doughnuts. I could probably write a haiku on danish.


Cafe Du Monde. It may be the only reason to go to NOLA. I think beignets classify as a doughnut. They may be the high priestess of the doughnut world.

I could probably be the National Poet on beignets...


With hot chocolate.

Holy crap.


Evidently the French Navy will be there the same time as we're there. White hats with little red pom poms. Do they still wear those?

I'm afraid if I see one I'm going to laugh. How does one take a man seriously when he is wearing a red pom pom on his head?

Well, maybe if he's holding a gun. I'd take that seriously. But only because I'd be fixated on the gun and not the pom pom...


I do some public speaking for an organization I'm in. I spoke on Saturday locally and as a thank you gift, they gave me a flag that had flown over the Capitol.

I nearly cried.

I don't cry.

How frickin' cool is that for a gift?!

Posted by Boudicca at April 15, 2012 08:18 PM

Have a safe trip. If you can, attend mass at the church on Jackson Square. The young folks will always remember it.

When I was growing up, there were no calculators, or they were not allowed. I learned math on a pad with a pencil. Also, I had no multiple choice questions. I had to solve the problems on paper. I did have an eraser on the end of my pencil, though. How the times have changed.

I hate to say this, but a lot of our young folks don't know multiplication tables, but you know this. I was always fond of base conversions. Fascinated, I should say. Look, I'm no where in your league, but I can solve a problem without a calculator. I once had a couple of weeks to plot an imaginary space ship trajectory. I nailed it...on paper...no calculator. I will never forget my professor saying, "well done". I had my original "paperwork" until they were destroyed in a house fire. Oh well, wish I still had all those pages, I was proud of em.

I still have the slide rule my father gave to me, it's in my safe. Nice one. He knew math...Harvard boy he was. I was pretty proficient with a slide rule at a young age.

My take on it is...there are some people who enjoy math, and there are some who don't. Some hit the challenge head on, and some don't. Math is for some, and not others.

I think it's how our brains are wired from birth, but I could be wrong.

Not that it matters, just my opinion. Have a safe trip.

Posted by: Yabu at April 16, 2012 12:28 AM

I think it's a brain wiring thing. The kid knows his multiplication tables. He just can't figure out how to manipulate numbers. It doesn't make sense to him...

I think we're going to the St. Louis Cathedral.

Posted by: Bou at April 16, 2012 05:38 AM

Cafe Du Monde. One of my favorite places. Ever. I dream of it.

Have a few for me. Just send me the bill for the calories. :-)

And have fun. If any of those guys with the red pom poms meet the 6' minimum, pass along my info. ;-)

Posted by: Tammi at April 16, 2012 07:47 AM

Don't feel so bad.

My niece doesn't get math either ...

BOTH her parents are Accountants ...

They don't get either that she doesn't do math all that well.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at April 16, 2012 10:07 AM

well, the kid is right-brained as all get out. Maybe he'll "get" geometry....

Posted by: caltechgirl at April 16, 2012 12:39 PM

Cheese danishes. You just had to blog about cheese danishes. Now I want to eat every single solitary one in the whole wide world. In one sitting.

Posted by: diamond dave at April 16, 2012 04:25 PM

Cafe du Monde is right across the road from the Cathedral...and it is so much fun to people-watch just in that area! And the French Market is right there, too. And I keep saying I'll get my palm read one day, right there in front of the Cathedral. I'm missing NO right now...wonder if I can talk my husband into taking a road trip...

Posted by: Mrs. Who at April 16, 2012 08:58 PM

I've never met a doughnut I didn't like. I break out in a cold sweat when anything resembles a math word problem. "d" was pretty much the standard answer during the math part of any test.

Posted by: tina at April 16, 2012 10:15 PM

The flag sounds so awesome!

I don't 'get' math, either. They put me in a remedial math class so I could graduate high school.

Posted by: pam at April 17, 2012 05:33 PM

I had fresh out of the oven beignets when I was in Chicago last time. OMG better than any doughnut I've ever had. Wow. Hopefully by tomorrow morning I will have forgotten this post because right now I'd run out and buy up a dozen doughnuts after reading this.

I'm so sorry about all the math trouble you're having with Bones. It's not funny at all when you have to live through it. You're doing your best. Hang in there.

Posted by: Teresa at April 17, 2012 09:59 PM