Grace went on to ask Ms. Streep if "[she] know[s] why Sasha [Jones] and Sylvie [Errolson] keep saying they aren't [her] friend at lunch and make the boys say that [she] smell[s] funny." #merylstreep
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Kind of makes you want to get a subscription to Scholastic to find out!
This is why McManus will keep her job. Maybe pro-journalists should take a tip. Get your excellent questions published by someone else online- keep the answers in your own print. #merylstreep
Say what you will about the Chicago cops' response to something as seemingly innocuous as a food fight, it wasn't too long ago when a young man was beaten to death outside of a south side high school there. Unfortunately, the good old days of kids just being kids are gone. Reverse the situation--if some tragedy had erupted as the result of said food fight and the cops hadn't taken things into their own hands, what result then?
It's not so much a matter of how your tax dollars are spent as it is that schools aren't what they used to be. In a lot of poorer neighborhoods rage simmers just below the surface, so that events like food fights are just catalysts for expressing that despair however unjustifiably.
Bottom line? There are no winners. Just a bunch of people standing around, waiting for the other foot to drop and hope that it doesn't land on their own neck. #kidsthesedays
As a former middle school teacher, gah, we "policed" the lunchroom. A disgusting job. (Watching preteens eat is a heinous activity. Not for the weak stomached.) But you mainly watched for misconduct, and yes, the start of food fights. If you’re an effective teacher, you identify the ones who started and are escalating the damn thing before it reaches maximum level; you then remove them from the cafeteria and threaten the living dog shit out of the remaining kids. End game. The best of us were able to accomplish this without physically touching the kids. Merely a "You. That's it. Clean up that table and get out. Now." (And my kids always knew "get out" meant go to the office and tell the assistant exactly why they were there and await punishment. Or I would hunt them down like the little bags of hormone-crazed sociopath they were.)
And as a teacher, if you get "spattered" by food as NYT is reporting, then, well, you haven't done your job. at. all. I’d dare some little chum-nugget to spatter my functional blazer, chalk stained trousers, or soft-soled loafers. Crazy, yo. #kidsthesedays
@Spirit Fingers: I'm with you on the poor lunchroom management. Chum-nugget? Love that.
I will say that as a former Chicagoan, Calumet is a pretty nasty neighborhood, but calling in police back up for a food fight? Please. School administration fail.
The beautiful thing about food fights is that they naturally burn themselves out - when you run out of things to throw. #kidsthesedays
@momof3wildkids: Yeah, if you can't handle your students, then you have a bigger problem than just one food fight. The kids have just uncovered a huge weakness in their operation and proved how much control they actually have. They'll remember. A bad spot to be in.
@Spirit Fingers: I don't understand why teachers and administrators are so reluctant to just look at a student and say "Get out. Now." That was essentially my only classroom management strategy when I taught high school. It's humiliating.
Although I did want to face-stomp the nasty sort of cafeteria kid who fills an entire section of his lunch tray with ketchup and then digs chicken nuggets out of it. I just had to tell myself that such an act is self-punishing because no one will ever, ever have sex with that kid. #kidsthesedays
@sanyucat: Oh, it's some namby-pamby assertion that telling a kid to "Get out" will hurt his feelings and lower his self-esteem, therefore making him see the entire world as a cruel place and become a member of the trench coat mafia. Whatever. I say do them a favor, correct bad behavior, and maybe keep them from being spoiled assholes. All that "Tell me how you can help me help you, Billy?" crud doesn’t work when some jack-hole kid just tried to steal hall passes out of my desk. That dingleberry gets the verbal flaying of his junior high career in my classroom, and then I'd call his parents just so they knew about it. Finito.
And nothing is worse than "turkey sub" day in the cafeteria, smelling the mix of onions and B.O., and watching them make chocolate milk/mayo/french fry machinations of the deranged and laughing about it like they just created a MOMA exhibit. I’d say, "Now eat it. No? Okay, you’re done. Take your tray up." I was harsh, but I told the truth. #kidsthesedays
@Spirit Fingers: I say this with all due respect to the wacky parents out there..... if your kid is messing around, like participating in a food fight, then a teacher corrects your child, the teacher isn't messing with their self-esteem. If the kid feels badly about their behavior and themselves, then the teacher did their job. It is called remorse or guilt which are powerful motivators for acting like sensible human beings. #kidsthesedays
@Spirit Fingers: Children are disgusting and must be destroyed. It's probably a good thing I'm not teaching anymore, although I swear to God the kids liked me even though I exclusively referred to them as "you little bastards." #kidsthesedays
@momof3wildkids: I think parents forget that we're on the front lines with their kids eight hours out of the day, so whatever they do or don't do as parents is usually reflected during that time. And if I have to admonish your child, it's because he or she needs to succeed in my classroom, and that means they can't be a disruption to themselves or others. If I don't take on that responsibility, I'm not doing my job, and I'm teaching your child that their actions don't have consequences in the classroom and ultimately in life. I couldn't help what went on at home (some of it very sad), but my classroom/school had rules.
@sanyucat: I was "cool" too. But it was because I didn't take any shit, I asked a lot of my kids, and made them work for praise and reward. They often rose to the challenge, but yes, they were disgusting little maniacs. Some I cherished. Some I wanted to kick clear across the soccer field. The middle school years were tough and eventually I wanted other things, but still I giggle when I see one of my kids at a mall, grown as hell, and they say, sheepishly, "Hi Ms. Spirit Fingers." and after we've exchanged pleasantries, proceed to watch me walk away, like I have a tail or something. Heh.
@Spirit Fingers: Running into former students is ridiculous, and sad, because I really loved almost all of them, and we had great conversations about books and life and writing. Except for the little shit who refused to give me a piece of his pb-and-j on matzoh in class one day, and the horrible cheerleader-monsters who had their tits on full display at 7:30 a.m. #kidsthesedays
@sanyucat: Urgh, I had a clever little idiot savant who quoted various rap lyrics whenever he answered a question. It took me two days to figure out what the hell he was doing. He failed the next quiz, but I let him "rap" his book review. He wouldn't have read the book otherwise, and he was damn smart. He was a gem, but enough to make me insane. ( I feel all Dangerous Minds and shit now)
Yes, NOT HAVING SEX WITH KIDS, was also high on the astonishing fact list, right after THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEX WITH THESE VERITABLE MOLD SPORES WHO BATHE INFREQUENTLY AND BLOW SNOT FROM THEIR NOSES FOR ENTERTAINMENT? #kidsthesedays
In related news, there is an outstanding warrant for one Miss Anna A. Bobanna (AKA: Banana Fana Fofanna) who has allegedly stolen a cookie from the cookie jar. #kidsthesedays
When middle school kids get together unsupervised, you wind up with Lord of The Flies in about 15 minutes.
The school is at fault here - they were running an open-air zoo and didn't have the brains or balls to keep order.
One of the mothers of these lovely moppets asked "Who hasn't had a food fight?" and went on about her food-throwing hairless chimp who didn't get arrested: "She felt bad seeing her friends taken away."
Did any of these little turds feel bad about the cafeteria workers who had to clean up their crap? No.
Fortunately, they've learned how to whittle carrots into dildos. A few more parings, and *poof*, it's a shiv!
Lockdown is too good for them. They should have to clean up the mess and then go and scrub the janitor's toilet at the janitor's home. #kidsthesedays
@BettyCrocker: +1. This is like the bathroom debate at college; on campus, our college bathrooms were cleaned by the janitorial staff daily, so people felt free to spray vomit and santorum around freely and not clean it up. Every kid should have to work a truly menial job at least once just to know how it feels.
-1: I'm pretty sure I had no idea what a dildo was in middle school. I don't know, maybe I'm just slow. #kidsthesedays
@BettyCrocker: The natural consequence of this should have been that the kids should have had to clean this mess up and subsequent lunchroom mess for a couple weeks. Calling in police backup for a food fight really shows how out of control the adults in that school are. #kidsthesedays
Not sure I've said this phrase this week yet, so let me put it here: god DAMN am I glad I'm not in school these-a-days. Wowza.
My antics were fairly benign, but they would have so gotten me in massive trouble in 2009. Jail in middle school for airborne tator-tots? Just bizarre.
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I'm just sayin'.... #merylstreep
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Kind of makes you want to get a subscription to Scholastic to find out!
This is why McManus will keep her job. Maybe pro-journalists should take a tip. Get your excellent questions published by someone else online- keep the answers in your own print. #merylstreep
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It's not so much a matter of how your tax dollars are spent as it is that schools aren't what they used to be. In a lot of poorer neighborhoods rage simmers just below the surface, so that events like food fights are just catalysts for expressing that despair however unjustifiably.
Bottom line? There are no winners. Just a bunch of people standing around, waiting for the other foot to drop and hope that it doesn't land on their own neck. #kidsthesedays
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As a former middle school teacher, gah, we "policed" the lunchroom. A disgusting job. (Watching preteens eat is a heinous activity. Not for the weak stomached.) But you mainly watched for misconduct, and yes, the start of food fights. If you’re an effective teacher, you identify the ones who started and are escalating the damn thing before it reaches maximum level; you then remove them from the cafeteria and threaten the living dog shit out of the remaining kids. End game. The best of us were able to accomplish this without physically touching the kids. Merely a "You. That's it. Clean up that table and get out. Now." (And my kids always knew "get out" meant go to the office and tell the assistant exactly why they were there and await punishment. Or I would hunt them down like the little bags of hormone-crazed sociopath they were.)
And as a teacher, if you get "spattered" by food as NYT is reporting, then, well, you haven't done your job. at. all. I’d dare some little chum-nugget to spatter my functional blazer, chalk stained trousers, or soft-soled loafers. Crazy, yo. #kidsthesedays
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I will say that as a former Chicagoan, Calumet is a pretty nasty neighborhood, but calling in police back up for a food fight? Please. School administration fail.
The beautiful thing about food fights is that they naturally burn themselves out - when you run out of things to throw. #kidsthesedays
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Also, you got a star. Congrats! #kidsthesedays
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:) #kidsthesedays
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Although I did want to face-stomp the nasty sort of cafeteria kid who fills an entire section of his lunch tray with ketchup and then digs chicken nuggets out of it. I just had to tell myself that such an act is self-punishing because no one will ever, ever have sex with that kid. #kidsthesedays
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And nothing is worse than "turkey sub" day in the cafeteria, smelling the mix of onions and B.O., and watching them make chocolate milk/mayo/french fry machinations of the deranged and laughing about it like they just created a MOMA exhibit. I’d say, "Now eat it. No? Okay, you’re done. Take your tray up." I was harsh, but I told the truth. #kidsthesedays
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@sanyucat: I was "cool" too. But it was because I didn't take any shit, I asked a lot of my kids, and made them work for praise and reward. They often rose to the challenge, but yes, they were disgusting little maniacs. Some I cherished. Some I wanted to kick clear across the soccer field. The middle school years were tough and eventually I wanted other things, but still I giggle when I see one of my kids at a mall, grown as hell, and they say, sheepishly, "Hi Ms. Spirit Fingers." and after we've exchanged pleasantries, proceed to watch me walk away, like I have a tail or something. Heh.
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I'm certain you were an effective educator, in spite of my critique. #kidsthesedays
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Also, I really believe that 90% of being an effective educator is being genuinely interested in the subject one teaches -- in my case, literature.
The other 10% is NOT HAVING SEX WITH KIDS. #kidsthesedays
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Yes, NOT HAVING SEX WITH KIDS, was also high on the astonishing fact list, right after THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEX WITH THESE VERITABLE MOLD SPORES WHO BATHE INFREQUENTLY AND BLOW SNOT FROM THEIR NOSES FOR ENTERTAINMENT? #kidsthesedays
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The ironic part is that they'll be prosecuted under legislation drafted by Sen. John Blutarsky. #kidsthesedays
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Just kidding. Tater tots have never once in human history been served at any temperature warmer than lunch lady breath. #kidsthesedays
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The school is at fault here - they were running an open-air zoo and didn't have the brains or balls to keep order.
One of the mothers of these lovely moppets asked "Who hasn't had a food fight?" and went on about her food-throwing hairless chimp who didn't get arrested: "She felt bad seeing her friends taken away."
Did any of these little turds feel bad about the cafeteria workers who had to clean up their crap? No.
Fortunately, they've learned how to whittle carrots into dildos. A few more parings, and *poof*, it's a shiv!
Lockdown is too good for them. They should have to clean up the mess and then go and scrub the janitor's toilet at the janitor's home. #kidsthesedays
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-1: I'm pretty sure I had no idea what a dildo was in middle school. I don't know, maybe I'm just slow. #kidsthesedays
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I don't care. #kidsthesedays
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My antics were fairly benign, but they would have so gotten me in massive trouble in 2009. Jail in middle school for airborne tator-tots? Just bizarre.
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