Category Archives: school

Damn fancy book learnin’… who needs it

In my hometown of Katy, Tx, which is rather “white”, there were lots of letters to the editor and the Katy Ind. School District to not show the President’s speech at all.

Yeah, I’ll admit it, I voted for President Obama, but he is quickly becoming just another Washington turd in my eyes but to resist having the president tell your kids why he feels education is so important? WTF!?!

I am disgusted to the point of nausea of what I read coming from some of the citizens in Katy, Tx.

There was this little gem from Resident who compares the president to a nazi:

Resident wrote on Sep 3, 2009 9:29 PM:
“Didn’t Hitler start out his conquest by directly trying to influence children by speaking to them in their classrooms? “

Then there was this genius who said: Continue reading

and the Dixie Chicks were ashamed to be from Texas?

Well, add The Deist to that list! I just found out that the legislature of my home state did one of the stupidest things in the history of things that state legislatures have done… EVER!

Apparently Texas high schools are now required to offer (as an elective) a class that teaches The Bible. How did I miss this?… it passed two years ago and it begins this school year.

What I am hoping will happen is this will be challenged, defeated and left in church where it belongs. Hello 1st Amendment!

Until then, I suspect what will happen is the students who take this class will fall into one of three categories:

  1. kids who have been taking Bible study in church and are hoping to score an easy A.
  2. objective, smart kids who hope the class will actually teach them something new and will ask about the inconsistencies and contradictions or
  3. stoner kids hoping they can score on the churchy kids.

I am hoping the person who teaches this class is either:

  1. an atheist who knows the Bible inside and out and will bury the kids looking for an easy A.
  2. a fundamentalist who gets stumped by the smart kids and made to look like a dumbass or
  3. the football coach who doesn’t teach a thing except why it’s called a hail Mary.

Ok, in all seriousness, if I could be convinced Continue reading

you can get a degree in anything!

who knew?

consultant, psychologist, social worker,

software professional, health care manager, teacher AND….


High school reunions and the Jena 6

A very good and long time friend of mine asked me to go to her high school reunion recently. She grew up in a small town and her class only had 93 graduates. Knowing that only a small percentage of the alumni would show up, the organizers invited the graduating classes from 1977 through 1987. There were about 15 to 20 students from each class along with their dates or spouses.

It was a great people watching venue. Not knowing any of her classmates my imagination was running wild as I saw people who were genuinely happy to see old classmates. On the other end of the spectrum, there were others who looked like feral cats… the circumstances of life having put them in survival mode over the years. They leaned against the wall in the shadows of the room just watching. It’s amazing what 20 years of living will do to us, right.

Something I noticed that really struck me though was the way the black alumni from this small town high school were treated during the reunion.

It was overwhelming to see their fellow white classmates who they hadn’t seen in 20 or 30 years embrace them throughout the evening. Genuine, strong, deep hugs… looking at each other eye to eye… smiling, laughing, reminiscing and then embracing again… men and women alike.
They danced… and sang… and held hands… and remembered more care free days.

I wonder what the 20 year reunion of the students at Jena High will be like.

The Jena High school song

photo by Brent Stirton, Getty Images

In the throws of the new school year

Ahh yes.  The marching band has given its first half time show.  The football season is fresh and new.  Kids are reuniting with friends not seen during the summer.  The excitement of the year ahead stirs the senses.

And (in my best game show host voice) it’s time for school fundraising!  Tell ’em what we have this year Johnny!


Sorry for the all caps thing everyone.  It’s actually a pet peeve of mine but I’m really pissed off about this.

My brother and I are pretty close but I guess being in the throws of the new school year, he has a new job, I’ve been busy with stuff at work, church and the home life… well, we haven’t talked in about three or four weeks.

But i got a call from him yesterday evening (i didn’t have time to talk so I didn’t answer) then he calls me this morning.  So I answer even though I’m at work thinking this must be important.

“You know Brookie is in kindergarten this year and at her school they’re selling these things.  Can you buy one?”

A tub of cookie dough!

I am a bachelor.  I am the epitome of struggling bachelorhood.  When you go through a divorce, it can turn life into a struggle. Anyway, you come to my house and it’s just a couple of clicks above a college frat house.  The only thing I’m missing is the cinder block shelving and milk crates.

So as you might guess… I don’t bake.
So I tell him…  😐   [blink…. blink]

“gimmie one of the Snickerdoodle tubs.”

So I’m a softee for my niece.
Anyone want cookies?  I got some cold beer to go along with it.
[Deist thinks to himself, “Hmmm… maybe that’s the one thing beer doesn’t really go with.  meh, i’ll give it a try.]