Grief, Grieving & Moving On

Grief, Grieving & Moving On

This morning I received a message from my wonderful friend Susan, a sweet, intelligent, sensitive woman who lost her elderly father earlier this year. She is in the midst of the grieving process and those of us who have lost close loved ones, know exactly what that means. I wrote back and noted the story below of a boy that I worked with who lost his Dad.

When I was working in a high school, in a galaxy far, far away and a time long, long ago, a 15 year-old boy lost his dad suddenly to a massive heart attack that occurred while he was trying to dig his car out of a snow bank. The man was in his late 40′s and the boy was suddenly without a father. I worked with him a lot in the months to follow.

You didn’t need a degree in psychology to diagnose depression. He didn’t want meds and I supported his decision although I told him sometimes meds are the right thing to do. I agreed to work with him for as long as it took. He was back in school the day after the funeral, his Mom believing that would be best and maybe it was. He’d sit in class, do his work, not participate but seemed “OK” and then for no obvious reason, begin to cry….no obvious reason??? Give me a break. An incredibly obvious reason… but there was nothing happening at the moment that presented a “reason.”

As much as we talked about accepting the truth, saying good-bye and taking small steps, he agonized over why he was still in pain. He knew what death was, irreversible, permanent, so why not just accept it and stop being a baby about it? I realized that my first job wasn’t just to get him to accept his father’s death, but also accept his response to it as a sign of love, pain, fear and deep longng for his Dad’s love.

He avoided people because he couldn’t escape either the direct questions about his loss, or sympathetic faces that reminded him of the loss. In time, he found he could vent, express rage even though he knew there was nothing to be angry about and recognize what turmoil this created within. He began to accept that.

His moods slowly improved and his willingness to have fun without guilt followed. As our discussions became more peaceful I asked him “What do you think your Dad wants for you right now?” With a little tear he said “he wants me to live a good life.” I think that’s the best way to honor a deceased loved one.

Would it be wonderful if we lived forever? I hear it debated and don’t engage the debate. It’s a useless hypothetical because we don’t live forever; we live and then we die. We experience love, warmth, joy, friction, fighting, feuding and the whole spectrum of humans being humans with other humans.We dance and one day, we dance no more and those who remain grieve. But the love isn’t lost, it’s redirected and in the wishes of all those who had the gift of life before us, live a good one.

We get better, not overnight but it will improve. Accept the loss and accept how you’re feeling it. It’s the best I can offer because the last time I checked there was no cure for grief.

What’s your opinion? I’d love to hear from you. You can send an email to me at dave@openmindedmic.com or leave a reply on this blog. Thanks for reading. Prof. Dave

Everybody Needs To Mind Their Own Damn Business

Everybody Needs To Mind Their Own Damn Business

Admittedly, this one starts out with an attitude intact. As many readers know from reading my other blogs, I’m blind. And because I’m blind I don’t have the luxury of transporting my ass from point “A” to point “B” quickly and easily in a car like I used to do, I use mass, public transportation. Whether it’s a plane, train or bus, there’s a group of strangers bound within a container of time and space. We share the air and the soundwaves. It’s inescapable and can be dealt with using a modicum of common sense.

Don’t smoke on the plane? I think that’s a good idea because we share the recycled air. Be reasonably clean and odor free, this may sound prissy but I like that too. It’s tight quarters, do the best you can to respect body space and we’re all happier. Well, not all, some people enjoy and even pursue a lack o dearth of body space. Keep your voice down is a good idea too. Cell phone use is unacceptable? I think that’s over the line and an unexamined gripe many people express.

Recently I was on a bus heading out of New York City. It was a regular commuter bus and it seems that the driver and two passengers who sat in the front knew each other and were engaged in a spirited, loud conversation that inspired rolling laughter. I really ahd no objection to that, after a hard day at work and for the driving dealing with New York City rush hour, laughter had a musical quality. But they weren’t quiet either.

I don’t know what they were talking about; I was absorbed with my own thoughts and ideas. About thirty minutes into the journey, my son Ryan, who had been trying to reach me and we kept exchanging messages called me on my cell phone. I answered, spoke a few words when I heard the driver sternly say “TURN OFF THE CELL PHONE!” Because I tend to be mindlessly compliant I said “good-bye” and because I tend to be incurably curious I asked “Why?”

“IT’S THE POLICY OF THE BUS LINE AND I ENFORCE IT. THERE’S A SIGN AT THE FRONT OF THE BUS.”

“There’s a Seeing Eye dog at the bottom of my feet.” We left it at that.

The brief episode got me to thinking, what is it about cell phone conversations that’s so disturbing to so many people while two or more people talking is considered normal and generally not a disruption. On Greyhound Buses, the driver always announces that if you need to use your cell phone, keep the conversation short and speak low so you don’t disturb others on the bus. That sounds reasonable enough, it seems a similar consideration to be used for all conversation: even though brevity is emphasized for cell phone use in particular. So why is a person using a cell phone with a moderate voice so objectionable?

I think it’s because most folks are quite nosey. If two people are having a conversation near me, I can coyly capture the entire adventure by simply listening. When someone is on a cell phone I can only listen to one side of the conversation and have to either imagine or be frustrated about what the other person is saying. This agitation could be easily remedied if people would learn how to mind their own damn business. Thank you Uncle Julie for giving me that wonderful line. I’ve used it often in my life. While I’m thanking people for great lines, thank you Ryan for “Volume doesn’t impress me.” It doesn’t relate to the immediate circumstance, but I’ve used that line often too.

Some, and perhaps many people have voiced strong objection to cell phone use and how disruptive it is and in response we’ve experienced an encroachment of petty rules and limitations where what’s in order might be just using some garden variety common sense and consideration. We share the little enclosure, keep you voice down. We share the little enclosure: mind your own damn business.

What’s your thinking on this subject? I’d like to hear from you: but not on the cell phone. You can reply on this blog or send an email to dave@openmindedmic.com. Thanks for stopping by. Prof. Dave

On Behalf Of The Less Than Perfect

On Behalf Of The Less-Than-Perfect

I don’t make my living writing political commentary and for those of you who have read my political commentary you may think there’s a good reason for that. I make my living producing shows where people have an opportunity to perform, present their music, songs they’ve written, do magic or standup comedy and if a puppet show was in town, I’d put them up there too. I don’t perform much anymore, certainly not for a living and if you’ve seen me perform you’d likely think there’s a good reason for that too. I’m not perfect. Not as a producer, performer, writer or a man.

There are times when we know something is absolutely true, but somehow don’t believe it anyway. My friend Nancy posed that idea to me last night in the form of a question, and it’s been rattling through my head ever since. We all know, nobody is perfect, but I swear we don’t believe it. We know it, but we don’t believe it. So who do we believe is perfect? I don’t know if it’s a “who” as much as a “what.” It seems to be that “it’s” “what” we’re always comparing ourselves to.

I think this disease called perfect, starts when we’re quite young. When you’re a preschooler, you bring home a drawing and it’s right up on the fridge with rave reviews. You sing “The Bear Hunt” song and Mon and Dad, Grandma and Grandpa howl with approval and applaud. If you’re off key, you don’t know it. If your drawing is unrecognizable to anyone else but you, you’re unaware. You draw and you sing without the burden of self-consciousness. It doesn’t last long.

When you get into the magical world of Kindergarten you become aware of what others are doing and are capable of doing. Dad said you’re beautiful, but everyone else in class says that she is. I liked to sing, but that kid can actually carry a tune. I bang away on the piano, but she actually plays it. Uncle Buddy said I was smart, but Uncle Buddy’s an idiot – there are lots of kids smarter than me. And it goes on and on and is reinforced with testing, competitions, measurements and how people respond to you.

The problem isn’t the testing or competition. I think the problem is an absence of acceptance and forgiveness for our scars and imperfections.  I don’t know if humans have always been this harsh on themselves and the others of our species, but we are now and it’s the cause of much suffering, and perhaps suffocation of joy. Oh god, I hate when I start sounding like a sermon..

Some examples may help this. In the spring of 2008, in Parade Magazine, that free magazine inside of Sunday papers, a reader asked the editor “why does Hillary Clinton always wear pant suits and not a dress?” I was glad to see this question because I personally lost a lot of sleep wondering about that myself. The editor’s answer was that Hillary’s legs aren’t her strong point. So Hillary wore pant suits because she doesn’t have great legs. At that moment the light came on within and I realized that must also be why Barack Obama and John McCain wear pants! They have lousy legs.

Does It really matter if Hillary’s legs weren’t gorgeous? Not just as a presidential candidate but any other measure of being human? Beyond absurd but highly acceptable thinking at the same time. Is this a contradiction or a paradox? (thanks for that line KC).

In the music industry, all recording studios use computers to modify sounds so they seem perfect, even if the performer is less than perfect and performers are less than perfect. They all do it and modulation for pitch and tone are done by computer at live performances as well. It’s an illusion but we buy it.

Our massive media influence caters to this illusion and perhaps that’s the “what” I referred to earlier. That’s what we compare ourselves to. We don’t measure up; we can’t measure up because we’re comparing ourselves to a mirage.

And then there’s Hadar, my brilliant yellow lab, Seeing Eye dog and best friend I ever had. As I get older and show it, Hadar’s love doesn’t waver. If I perform and blow it, he still wags his tail and is happy to see me. When I sing he listens with ears up and is totally absent of the judgment I wish I was absent of them. He’s free of these comparisons and he gets it while we’re slaves to them and don’t. Why do we pay attention to these judgments?  They’re worthless, yet we do listen and act as if they’re precious. Another paradox, not a contradiction.

I don’t know that Hadar is right. But I do know that when I embrace his life view, I’m happier and willing to do much more. And we have the audacity to believe we’re a superior species.

What’s your opinion? I’d like to hear from you. Please reply on this blog. Thanks for reading.

Pork Barrels Cost More Than They Cost

 

Pork Barrels Cost More Than They Cost

They really do. With all the cost cutting fervor in Washington, and our States, special interests and special projects are still the rage and if you have any hope of getting reelected, you better get on the bandwagon and fight like hell to get some of this windfall into your district or state.

It’s absolutely still going on. It’s been dismissed as a miniscule percentage of the entire budget and that’s true. But the cost is much more than the percentage and considering the size of the budget, that percentage represents a whopping amount of money.

So why do I say that “Pork Barrels” cost more than they cost? Because votes on critical issues are being purchased with large projects to the districts rather than earned because the legislation makes sense, is in the best interest of the nation, and is something the legislator believes in. No, no, no: my vote is “yes” in exchange for a $400 million bike path built with federal dollars. I believe the cost of doing business and passing legislation this way is astronomical.

So why then would a member of congress be crazy to say “no” to such practices and activities? Let’s explore an example and see if this makes any sense. Suppose you and I and 98 other people form a buying group with the agreement that every month, we all have to pay 1/100th of the total amount we purchase as a group. So, for example, if the group buys $5,000 worth of stuff, each one of us would have to contribute 1/100th of that, or $50 at the end of the month. Kind of like a tax and our national purchases where we each have to pay a share. OK so far?

So you purchase conservatively and don’t buy more than you can afford and keep your total purchases to $50.  I on the other hand exercise my love for high quality guitars, purchase a Gibson John Lennon 70th Anniversary J160 Acoustic-Electric Guitar for a cool $11,000 and a Fender Custom Shop Limited Edition Cabronita Road Show Thinline Telecaster for another $5,000. I’m so happy and excited just thinking about that. So at the end of the month, we need to pay our 1/100th of the total bill.

For your $50 of purchases, I have to pay 1/100th of that or $.50 – 50 cents? OK, very cool. You also have to pay $.50 for your purchases. For my purchases totaling $16,000, you have to pay 1/100th of that or $160 and so do I. The good news (for me anyway) is that for $160, I get two very expensive, exotic guitars that would have cost my $16,000, but because of 99 other partners contributing to my purchase, I get a lot for the $160. You, regrettably, get nothing for your payment of $160. So depending on your position in this purchase and payment plan, it’s either great or it stinks.

Let’s make this even more like the federal government and suppose that you’re locked in and can’t get out of the group. You’re not the only one angry with my spending spree. A lot of members of the group figure if they can’t get out of the group, they need to start cashing in and everyone starts buying cars, boats, luxury condos and I decide to greatly expand my guitar collection. Are you going to remain a conservative spender and just buy what you can afford? If we’re going to be paying in, we’re going to get back so being human, we’ll add to the costs and the burden on all of us. It’s a trap. And we’ve trapped ourselves.

It’s a trap. We’re sucked in and can’t seem to get out. It’s buying votes, buying initiatives and selling our souls. Pork Barrels cost much more than they cost.

What do you think? I’d love to hear from you.  Prof. Dave dave@openmindedmic.com

Mussolini Did Get The Trains Running On Time: Right?

Well, Mussolini Did Get The Trains Running On Time, Right?

No, he did not. That’s 100% myth. Politicians, both in the bad old days of Fascism and the enlightened era of our free and open culture, had two primary means of swaying public opinion: the first way is to do something to benefit the people you serve and the second way is to claim you did something to benefit the people you serve. I’m going to go way out on a limb and state my belief that in present day America, we’re inundated with the second option.

Back to the fun loving Benito Mussolini. Before leading his National Fascist Party to its glorious march on Rome in October 1922. Benny decided that organized labor was a primary cause of the problems in Italy and the world in general. Before his march, he had a dedicated group of intelligent, highly respected supporters called “black shirts” beat the hell out of union activists. The already fragile unions collapsed and Benny, or “Moose” as I refer to him, stormed into power and the Italian King Vittorio Emanuele handed over Italy. So let’s get the trains running – back to work.

At the time Moose took power, a major railroad renovation that was started by Vittorio was only about 3 months away from completion. Once the dust settled, the project was completed, and in a fashion consistent with politicians, the one in charge takes credit for whatever happens that’s good and occurs during the reign, and blames the previous administration for whatever isn’t working. There’s nothing new or alarming with that notion.

So let’s suppose the new Italian rail system is running, and you’re the lucky person with the lofty job of overseeing the magnificent accomplishment and Moose asks “So tell me (your name here), how are the trains doing? Are they all running on time?”

Nothing in this world is perfect and neither are your trains so you tell Moose the truth, “Better, but we still have some problems to fix.” These would likely be the last words you ever get to utter in your life. Get this:  (your name here), you must tell him “PERFECT!” That’s the only acceptable answer if you want your job and your life. You need to practice that, say it 100 times without  stopping – “PERFECT!”

I’ve often considered the psychology of power. Whether it’s a fascist dictatorship, a communist dictatorship, a monarchy or a democracy, there are certain consistent and horribly dysfunctional threads. Among the most obvious to me is the desire to motivate support among various groups by appealing to greed, avarice, hatred, fear and of course, money. As I was growing up in the 1950’s and into the turbulent ‘60’s, I saw labor unions flex enormous muscle: financially, politically and even physically. From Jimmy Hoffa and the determined and at times violent Teamsters, to Mike Quill shutting down the New York City Transit System, to an avalanche of legislation intended to protect workers’ rights. Financial crisis followed.

In our America today, wealthy multi-national companies are exacting massive financial clout and they have lobbyists and politicians intent on dismembering organized labor, outsourcing work to China, India and Viet Nam in the name of saving their organizations. They’re not saving their organizations, they’re fattening their wallets. I quote from the very mainstream Bloomberg Report:

“Disclosures in Switzerland and Delaware by Eli Lilly & Co. show the Indianapolis-based pharmaceutical company carried out many of the steps for a tax-free importation of foreign cash after its roughly $6 billion purchase of ImClone Systems Inc. in 2008

“They’re aided by a cadre of attorneys, accountants and investment bankers in the tax-planning industry — such as a panel of KPMG LLP tax advisers who held forth in a chilly hotel ballroom at a Philadelphia conference last month. There, they discussed a series of techniques for multinationals to return cash from overseas while avoiding or deferring the taxes.

“KPMG tax advisers Kevin Glenn and Tom Zollo used slides to describe several methods. One diagram resembled a schematic from the Manhattan Project. Another strategy would require certain “bells and whistles” to convince regulators of an actual non-tax business purpose, Glenn explained.”

Bloomberg also reported that “Eli Lilly and Co. and Oracle Corp. were among other big companies that helped drive a 70-percent increase in accumulated earnings abroad that weren’t taxed in the U.S.” The report further stated that Oracle has a very profitable subsidiary in Ireland with no employees. What’s that mean? I think it means it’s a bank account and corporate paperwork and not a hell of a lot more than that.

Profit isn’t a dirty word. It’s a good place for a business to be and it’s not easy to generate it. Entrepreneurs are vital to growth and all the benefits that come from peace and prosperity. Sorry Karl, communism was really a lame idea that was further distorted by becoming an excuse for totalitarianism. But in recent years, laws and tax codes and leverage has favored big business and big money, and just as the arrogant power and influence of unions fueled financial crisis, so has this catering to wealth and permitting unconscionable financial practices to not only flourish, but be accepted as business as usual.

Right now, I see gray-haired guys chasing down shopping carts in the Walmart parking lot. This was a first job for kids, now it’s a last resort for middle aged folks who lost their jobs and need to support a family, or struggle to make ends meet and pay the oil bill. Unions are under attack both by big business and some brutal, nasty little politicians across the country. I suppose that’s a pay back for big business having been under attack by labor and some brutal, nasty little politicians a few decades ago. Beaten up and bloodied, our working class and middle class are accepting less in response to a desperate reality. Screw the union, this is survival. We’ll accept the scraps.

So, as we gear up for another  prolonged presidential campaign, and brace ourselves for an onslaught of television ads convincing us that nobody is worthy of the job. The political parties are busy with their claims to benefit the people they serve. The Democrats note the disparity in the distribution of wealth and want to tax the wealth back into circulation. The Republicans present the argument that the wealth is the source of jobs, jobs, jobs and we need to lessen the tax burden on our corporations and wealthiest citizens and that will lead us to the promised land of milk, honey and prosperity. They’re both wrong and they’re both drowning in special interests.

The last place I want wealth to be transferred to is our politicians. Government programs are horrifically inefficient I don’t want to fuel that. So are the Republicans right? Hell no. Multi-National Corporations aren’t job making machines, they’ve evolved into greed machines. Somehow it sounds rather “pinkish” to challenge greed so let me make a distinction. Profit is good, greed isn’t. If you don’t believe me watch “It’s A Wonderful Life”, it’s all well documented in there.

So the focus is on who and what’s to blame. The tax code does need to be changed, but it really won’t be change no matter who gets in. It’ll be manipulated and likely further complicated to benefit the special interests, lobbyists, with the approval of a drooling “cadre of tax attorneys and accountants.” The problem isn’t the tax code, it’s a failure to heed advice that Aristotle gave us over 2,000 years ago: “balance.”

We don’t have balance. As large companies export jobs, money and expand the excesses of senior management, they are also shipping out their long-term best interest in having a viable, prosperous working class and middle class that are their customers, and ultimately the path to expanded wealth. I just realized, I did use a dirty word: “long-term.” Long-term thinking means “this quarter” to many executives. Wealth has been largely accepted and worshiped as something you accumulate. I believe it’s something you create. That last thought got a good laugh in the executive wing.

We’re out of balance. Failing to take care of each other and be garden variety fair to each other. We don’t speak in terms of solutions; we don’t negotiate in good faith. We complain, blame and scapegoat. We fail to see that we’re all in this life boat together, and the reality of a life boat is that if one side sinks, so does the other.

So what does this have to do with Mussolini? He took control amidst massive imbalance in Italy, Europe and the world. People wanted things “fixed” and fixed quick. No more bull, fix the problem and looked for clear solutions and entrusted the fate to a brutal, vicious thug, a monomaniac on a mission and paid a terrible price for the misspent trust. Italy was imbalanced: America is imbalanced. These aren’t merely difficult times, I believe these are dangerous times. But then again, that was fascist Italy, it could never happen here.

We too want a quick fix. A definitive solution in the midst of hostility, adversarial rhetoric, false claims of benefit and use of leverage. It’s not about solving problems: it’s about who has the higher threshold of pain. Hatred isn’t an overstatement and mistrust in everywhere I turn. We can’t fix anything like this, but we can do quite a bit of destruction.

So Moose got the trains running on time? The tracks are littered with lies, deceit, retaliation, coercion, abuse, brutality and oppression. He didn’t get them running on time, he just claimed that he did. And even if he did do it, considering the price for timely arrival, I think I’d rather wait for a train.

What’s your opinion? I’d like to hear from you. Please reply on this blog. Thanks for reading. Prof. Dave

Teachers Have It Easy

Teachers Have It Easy.

 

In my life I’ve discovered that the easiest jobs are all jobs that I don’t have to do. A few weeks ago I brought my Babicz Spider acoustic – electric guitar to my favorite music shop, Music Central, with a minor problem I needed help fixing. The fitting to the ¼” outlet for an instrument plug was loose. I reached into the soundhole to try to tighten it, but couldn’t get my arm all the way in and it wouldn’t tighten. So I took the guitar to the bright young tech, Billy.

Billy popped the outside bushing off with a little twist, pulled the unit out of the soundhole, ran the nut on the unit down to near the end, popped it back into the soundhole and through the hole at the bottom of the guitar and then put the bushing back on and tightened it. That was so easy! I could have done that. I could have, but I didn’t. Without knowing how, or figuring out how, the job was impossible.

Now for the “easy” job of teaching children: It’s a job I know well, I worked in public education for many years as a school psychologist. I know how “easy” it is. I hope I can find the words to adequately express this insight. The joy of the job made even softer by lofty salaries, incredibly generous benefits and tenure. Who needs tenure anyway? I’ll begin with some examples of life in the easy lane.

My friend Susan is a Kindergarten teacher, can it get any easier than that? Her job is to teach basic reading, writing, math, social skills, conflict resolution, hygiene, work and study tools and habits,  deal with cuts, bruises, tears and the joy of being five years of age. It’s so easy. Any of us would welcome 23 such delightful kids to be in our care for 7 hours a day, every day. Would we be able to teach them at the same time? I doubt we’d be able to get a word in over the all the chatter and while you’re chasing down one runaway child, four more have broken loose. OK, so maybe Susan doesn’t have it so easy, but Meg does.

Meg is a Special Education Teacher in an elementary school. She does some work in a classroom wit another teacher as “in-class support” where she works primarily with children who are “classified” and have an “IEP” (Individual Education Program) that has a list of individual accommodations and modifications that the child needs to receive a “Free Appropriate Public Education” or “FAPE.” The children have a wide range of disabilities including perception problems (such as dyslexia which we don’t call dyslexia but categorize it under the much more descriptive “Specific Learning Disability” or “SLD” which covers a huge range of neurologically based issues), blind and visually impaired, communication impaired, orthopedically impaired, emotionally disturbed, behaviorally disturbed, deaf and hearing impaired, autistic, traumatic brain injury and the list goes on. No, it’s not easy either.

What about the lovely, well humored and energetic Jasmine, one of the greatest English teachers I’ve ever known. She’s occupied inspiring her 14 year old high school freshman to put aside the tendencies to chat, gossip, fantasize, text constantly (under the desk of course), sleep, and just being teens. We all know how easy it is to deal with our own teenagers, so dealing with twenty-five or so at a time must be twenty-five or so times easier. Teaching them to clearly express themselves and being literate is the goal of Language Arts (not English) in our schools? In a pig’s ass it is. The goal is to get your students to exceed the minimum standards on the 11th grade standardized tests, the God Almighty HSPA (High School Proficiency Assessment).

No, it’s not easy, it’s damn hard work. And it doesn’t pay well, that’s a myth. In order to teach you need a college degree and in case you’ve been a sailor marooned on a remote island in the Philippines since the end of World War II, you’ve probably heard that college is expensive. It’s a big investment and the return on the investment is small, especially when compared to others with similar degrees. Why is there a pay disparity? Because historically, it’s “women’s work” and this pay disparity mirrors the societal pay disparity between men and women. I’ll take that to public debate any day.

It’s not easy and it doesn’t pay well, so why does that justify tenure? That doesn’t justify tenure, but I think this does: politicians stink. There’s nothing novel or new in this, those in position of power broker that power. It’s been going on as long as humans have agreed to have governing bodies. Politicians reward supporters and those who comply and punish those who oppose and resist. Tenure came into being to put a barrier against such political abuse. Without this, I have little doubt that the job of someone who opposed the political power would be given to someone who supported it.

Politicians have enacted laws, rules and regulation that not only direct curriculum, but specifically how something is to be taught. All in politics boils down to procedures. You’re told what to do, when to do it and how to do it. In spite of this dictatorial approach the politicians don’t accept the results as their own doing if we fall short in our education, as we have been doing in recent years. It’s the teachers on the block, not the authors of the grand plan. Among other things, our political leaders have failed in understanding the difference between blame and responsibility: blame is focused on who caused it, responsibility is focused on who has to do something about it.

We pass laws and enact abundant procedures. Procedures are the arch enemy of thinking and the handmaiden of mediocrity. I’m not sure of the meaning of what I just wrote but it sounds good so I’m sticking with it. Oh, what the hell, I’ll take that to public debate too. Teaching isn’t easy. So much has changed in a generation, so much more needs to be taught today in order to have children prepared to compete in a very competitive world. So much has changed but I suspect child psychology, adolescent psychology and the psychology of power hasn’t. Neither has the politicians irresistible tendency to enact laws, poorly written, overflowing with meaningless procedures and randomly enforced. But then again, they have it easy.

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I’d love to hear from you. Write to me at dave@openmindedmic.com, leave a reply on this blog and let’s get the dialogue rolling. Prof. Dave

So what’s your opinion? I’d love to hear from you.  Let me hear about it. Write to me at dave@openmindedmic.com or reply on this blog. Be Heard. Prof. Dave