Showing posts from June, 2010

Nothing But Excuses

I know, I know, still no fresh blogs and I've been home from that silly fieldtrip for weeks.  Time keeps getting away from me--quite literally this evening.  The power keeps going out and then I reset all the clocks and then it goes out again and I think it's noon all over again.

It's actually a really cool evening.  I should be writing, but I decided to pick a few greens from the garden and that turned into about four pounds of strawberries.  They've gone ape-sh*t this year.  I asked hubby if he put something chemical on them, but he swears it's just compost and good ol' BC rain.

Speaking of which, we're getting plenty here which I know I can't complain about because the rest of the province is under Extreme Forest Fire Watch.  I don't mind summer rain here, especially in the evenings.  The windows are open, the air is fresh, the thunder rumbles in the distance and the sun keeps peek-a-booing.  Birdies are singing and the cat is asleep on the ugly…

Field Trip - Day Four

Teachers Don't Get Paid Enough

I'm not just saying that to be teacher's pet.  I doubt they'll even read this blog.  No, I say it because it's true. Sure a teacher's hours look good on paper, but I saw them writing report cards at six in the morning before waking those kids for active days they had to lead.

Every activity we did had a lesson plan worksheet that had to be filled out by the students.  Those pages weren't pulled together at the last minute.  They were researched ahead of time and outside of classroom teaching time.  We had a stellar group of students with us, but I know from gossiping with other parents that not every classroom is created equal.  Behaviour issues arise.

I'll grant you that not every teacher is created equal either and that I'm spoiled because all of my kids teachers have been fantastic, but I know teaching is mostly a thankless job.  Teachers deserve more respect than they often get, is what I'm saying.  Their ded…

Field Trip - Day Three

No Workout This Morning.  Strange.

Okay, I had learned my lesson after the first day.  We walk plenty all day without worrying about getting another half-kilometer in before breakfast.  Plus, I was carrying a ten pound laptop bag everywhere so I could access my lip balm at a moment's notice.  Honestly.  Such a good idea to bring it.

We had breakfast in the campus cafeteria and headed out for ocean study.  I have to say I was thrilled to note that British Columbia's shorelines are not all dead zones.  I was under the impression everything had been fished to extinction, but there were plenty of baby crabs and snails for the children to torture.  I spent an hour stalking my son, attempting to get one photo of him that wasn't a Get Lost scowl.  (Stalking the ever-elusive Hostilis Pre-Teenicus.)

I've been to the BC Museum several times in my life and the biggest change I noted there was that they now charge for admission (although checking my laptop was by donation.   It …

Field Trip - Day Two

"He's The Bus Driver's Son" and Other Evidence That I'm Not Cool

So, as I said, I didn't realize there is a philosophy on these field trips whereby they don't give the children any downtime to get into trouble.  By extension, this means parents can't get into trouble either, except when they decide to go jogging first thing in the morning and can't find their way back to the dorm.  Fortunately, our male counterparts were out hunting coffee.

(It only took until the end of the trip for all of us to know how to order enough coffee with creams and sugars, but each and every effort was highly appreciated by all.)

Anyway, spending the first hour of the day doing anything but sleep was a bad move.  We had a big day, hitting the aquarium first, which I will go on record as saying was cooler when there were killer whales there.  I know, I know, but I still wished the kids could have experienced standing in the viewing area below while the bulk of an orc…

Field Trip - Day One

Are We There Yet?

Okay, I lied.  I'm not chronicling this during the actual trip.  I didn't have time.  I made a few very brief notes and drank a lot of coffee, but only wrote about a thousand words while I was gone and that was on my WIP for Presents.  I was tired.  Get off my back.

Also, I have to mention that I have zero permission to share details of any of the children's experiences on this trip.  Therefore, I can only talk about my own.  However, I would like to put before the court that the experience of a chaperone on a field trip is not the universal experience that a student field trip is.  Most of us can recall our first trip to a museum where we had to hold hands with our best friend, couldn't hear the boring guy at the front, had to sit with the boy who smells like stale pee...  You know what I mean.

What I offer is the fresh view of a grown up surrounded by kids who have been temporarily detached from their umbilical cords.  I would love to share what …

Let's Go On A Fieldtrip

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time

The elementary school here has a tradition of taking their classes on big field trips.  Not just a day at the zoo, but for overnight trips of three to four days.  We had, in fact, only been in town a week when my daughter came home with the news that she was leaving for a week to a far off town with her class.

Send my then ten year old away for a week with a bunch of strangers?  I don't think so!  But before I could begin to enquire about childcare for my son, my daughter informed me that I wasn't invited.  "Mom.  The whole point is to get away from your parents and be independent.  I can't really do that with you there."

She's always been articulate.  It's my cross to bear that I ever taught her to speak at all.

I swallowed back my reservations and retracted the umbilical cord.  She left and she came back and she loved it.  As subsequent trips came up through the ensuing years, she made it clear I was not to volun…

Can't Get No Respect

So it's my day job to produce policy and procedure manuals and yesterday I reached a milestone with one.  I sent out an email (as per procedure) stating something along the lines of:

"This manual was recently reviewed.  You can view it by following this link."

The response via email this morning from a workmate?  "Who cares??!!??  (just kidding)"

She wasn't.  Not really.  I know the work I produce there is not exactly riveting.  No one browses my work titles and asks, "May I borrow this?  Gosh, I've been waiting forever for it."

It doesn't bother me.  Writing romance isn't exactly the quickest route to earning admiration and respect either.  Oh, I know if I actually sold a book I'd get a few impressed nods and hopefully an enthused readership among the already converted, but at this point my romance readership is about as far-reaching as my P&P readership, which is to say virtually non-existent.  Only people being paid to read …