(not so) hidden messages

I’m a big believer in the subconscious. Lots of what goes on in my life is portrayed in my dreams.

Last night, in my dreams, Maria and I were at a conference. We got on an elevator, pushed the button 2, and proceeded to ride down. We got to our floor but the door wouldn’t open. Then the elevator tilted and Maria and I were thrown against the wall. We heard a creak, then the elevator started to fall end over end to the basement. So we tumbled down.

We got to the basement, but instead of crashing, the elevator stopped, the doors opened and we got out. We were shaken but not hurt. And we needed to find a hotel employee to tell them about the demon elevator.

We found an employee and told him what was going on. He was convinced it was one elevator and we said, “No, this one.” He told us that wasn’t possible, that elevator didn’t go to the basement, and besides, it had just been serviced and was the most reliable elevator in the hotel.

We saw some of our friends getting on the elevator, and we tried to stop them by telling them what happened. The little hotel dude was shaking his head saying that we were confused so our friends got on the elevator anyway. They didn’t believe us.

The moral of this dream is, sometimes people just have to figure things out for themselves…

(not so) hidden messages

I’m a big believer in the subconscious. Lots of what goes on in my life is portrayed in my dreams.

Last night, in my dreams, Maria and I were at a conference. We got on an elevator, pushed the button 2, and proceeded to ride down. We got to our floor but the door wouldn’t open. Then the elevator tilted and Maria and I were thrown against the wall. We heard a creak, then the elevator started to fall end over end to the basement. So we tumbled down.

We got to the basement, but instead of crashing, the elevator stopped, the doors opened and we got out. We were shaken but not hurt. And we needed to find a hotel employee to tell them about the demon elevator.

We found an employee and told him what was going on. He was convinced it was one elevator and we said, “No, this one.” He told us that wasn’t possible, that elevator didn’t go to the basement, and besides, it had just been serviced and was the most reliable elevator in the hotel.

We saw some of our friends getting on the elevator, and we tried to stop them by telling them what happened. The little hotel dude was shaking his head saying that we were confused so our friends got on the elevator anyway. They didn’t believe us.

The moral of this dream is, sometimes people just have to figure things out for themselves…

better

Last year, when we had trouble with the troll, er, I mean bad teacher–Ian saw a counselor to help him deal with the after effects of the troll.

I called her today and she is setting us up for some testing. YAY! Just KNOWING what we’re dealing with will be a big help. Hell, just talking to the counselor was a huge relief. Ian likes and trusts her, so this will be a good thing.

We’re working on homework charts and chore charts now. Everything I’ve read says that kids who tend to have focus issues need to be organized and on a schedule. This is SO UNLIKE me…so, I’m going to have to be trained, too.

Here we go. Change, she is a comin’.

better

Last year, when we had trouble with the troll, er, I mean bad teacher–Ian saw a counselor to help him deal with the after effects of the troll.

I called her today and she is setting us up for some testing. YAY! Just KNOWING what we’re dealing with will be a big help. Hell, just talking to the counselor was a huge relief. Ian likes and trusts her, so this will be a good thing.

We’re working on homework charts and chore charts now. Everything I’ve read says that kids who tend to have focus issues need to be organized and on a schedule. This is SO UNLIKE me…so, I’m going to have to be trained, too.

Here we go. Change, she is a comin’.

Oh yeah and for the record

In high school, my grading scale was different:

95-100 A
85-94 B
70-84 C
60-69 D
59 Below F

So, when we had As…we really had As…

Sigh. I just have a real hard time wrapping my head around a 75 being a D. Am I being to unreasonable? Am I setting the bar too low?

Oh yeah and for the record

In high school, my grading scale was different:

95-100 A
85-94 B
70-84 C
60-69 D
59 Below F

So, when we had As…we really had As…

Sigh. I just have a real hard time wrapping my head around a 75 being a D. Am I being to unreasonable? Am I setting the bar too low?

Surviving

Maria will be disappointed I’m not blogging about Survivor today. I just don’t have it in me. Go read her blog–she said all there is to say. Except for the part about Stephenie…I actually feel sorry for her. Plus, I think they are editing the show to make her look like a whiney baby. I don’t think she’s whining nearly as much as they are making us think. (Of course, I don’t see how Maria likes Jack on Lost. He’s a bigger whiner than Steph. I guess maybe it’s because he’s easier for her to look at.)

I have been in a mood for a couple of weeks now. It’s really hard to deal with because it’s affecting my writing. It’s hard to even open the MS much less get anything down.

I’m downright depressed over my son’s academia issues. We’re going to have him tested, though we’re pretty sure if he’s suffering from any learning disability it’s very mild and can only be dealt with through retraining the kid as well as ourselves. We’re up for that, though I’ll tell ya, it’s going to be hard.

My friend, Jennifer, recommended a book by Mel Levine, A MIND AT A TIME. I’ve ordered it and can’t wait to read it. She says it will really help me see things differently and it gives examples of how to tackle each issue. I need examples.

One thing that I’m discovering is the absurd grading scale our school district has. What ever happened to the 4.0 scale? You know, the one we had in college? Doesn’t it seem strange that Cs are supposed to represent the average grade and yet they only allow for a 8 point range? And Ds are a 5 point range.

93-100 A
85-92 B
76-84 C
70-75 D
69 and below F

I know this isn’t “standard” grading. Mississippi doesn’t have a standard, across the state, grading scale. Some school districts are on the 4.0 scale. (90-100, 80-89, 70-79, 60-69, 59 below) Some are slightly different from our district…

Some states do have a standard grading scale across the state…so if a kid moves from one district to another, then they know what to expect grade wise. Maybe there should be a standard grading scale across the nation. That would at least help the kids know what to expect…and it certainly wouldn’t change the testing scores, since those are completely different from the school grades.

Either way, when a 75 is considered a D, that is a problem. At least in my opinion.

I’m not trying to make it easier on my son. (maybe easier on me!) but I am trying to make it at least fair. In college, if he had a 75, he’d be a strong C student. No, it’s not great. Yes, if I had ever brought home a C I’d have been killed–but we’re not talking about me…we’re talking about a kid who is struggling to pass some of his classes for the first time ever.

Okay, this is turning into a long, rambling blog. Sorry. But it’s my little spot in cyberspace and I’ll be long and rambly if I want. I try to be happy and there for everybody when they need me. I do a pretty damn good job of it too, most of the time. But now, it’s my turn. So, if you don’t like it, don’t read. LOL

So, we’re going to have Ian tested, but the more and more feedback we get from the teachers, the more we wonder if he isn’t slightly ADD. (Attention Defecit Disorder) Yes, there is an easy fix to that, but I’m not one of those who likes to run out and get a pill for every problem that exists. However, at this point, I’m just about ready to try anything.

And, frankly, I’m tired of worrying myself sick about it.