If you’re new around here, confessions is a time for us to all unburden ourselves of the silliness we’re feeling at the moment. I share dumb things, then you share dumb things, and we all have a better day because of it.
Let’s get started!
Our security cameras will send you a notification if there is movement around the house. It classifies it as “person”, “animal”, or just “vehicle”.
Troy has giant feet (size 14, cause you need a strong base to support THOSE calves) and leaves a pair of slip-on shoes by the door. Once, I put them on to take the garbage out and was walking like one does with shoes that are way too big.
When I got back in the house, I had a notification that our cameras picked up animal movement. Real cool.
Please, please, please read this thru the lens of the fact that I come from a family of teachers, and I fully support teachers and cannot imagine the slog they have to go through to make pandemic school happen.
But here, we go. I do not read the weekly Google Classroom summary that gets sent out every week. I know they have to do work to make this happen. And I know many parents demand it. But I do not want it or care.
I completely understand that it does not work for every family or kid, but here is my reasoning: I have already passed sixth grade. Quite successfully in fact! It is my kid’s turn. My parents did not hover or get weekly updates to make sure I was doing my work. It was fully expected that I would do it and ask for help when I needed it. And I did.
My sister teaches high school and spends an incredible amount of time communicating with students and parents to let them know they are falling behind. And nobody gives a rat’s ass about her efforts until it is grade time and they need to know “what can be done to get a passing grade”. Um, you could have done your work two months ago like you knew you were supposed to do.
I fully get that every child is different. And I have friends/family who have kids that need constant monitoring because of learning disabilities or just general “DGAF syndrome”. But for me? I want an opt-out button.
I want to give my kid’s teachers that time back. Let me opt out so they don’t have to update me every time my kid turns in an assignment, logs into the computer, or so much as farts.
This is going to be a very unpopular opinion, but if my kid doesn’t do his work, he needs to fail the course. He does not need to be handheld to a passing grade. The lesson he is learning from that is “I can slack off and then someone saves me so it all works out in the end”.
Let him fail sixth-grade math so that he doesn’t fail 12th-grade math! Hard lessons are better when the stakes are lower. Again, this does not apply to every family/kid/situation!
During fall conferences, one of Jack’s teachers said “I’m sure you’ve been checking the online portal and are curious about why there aren’t grades posted yet. I’m sorry, I’m just behind”. First off, no, I haven’t been checking.
Second, of course, you are behind! Society has put you in an impossible position of teaching middle school online with no actual training on how to do remote learning. Please don’t apologize, you are doing your damn best.
I want teachers to be free to do their job and just teach. I want my opt-out button, damnit.
I fully resisted ordering groceries online for curbside pick up. I never mind grocery shopping and want to select certain things to look a certain way, because hello, how food looks is kind of my job.
But, when the lockdowns started, I eventually started ordering online, and you know, it’s been so easy. And it saves me so much time. And by doing curbside, I’m reducing the number of people inside the store, which allows for those who choose to/have to shop in-person to have more space.
Oh, and in terms of picking out the perfect produce? I think we all know that went out the window when I used a wooden lemon from my son’s play kitchen for a photo. That ship has sailed!
Troy’s truck is pretty old by current vehicle standards and it doesn’t have Bluetooth or AUX abilities. He has an after-market Bluetooth thing he can plug into his cigarette lighter so he can listen to music or podcasts from his phone.
When you turn his truck on, a gentle voice with an English accent says “waiting for pairing”. But for a year I thought he was saying “waiting for Perry”. The voice is similar to many audiobook narrators that I listen to, so for a solid 12 months I thought Troy was listening to an audiobook called “Waiting for Perry”. I could not for the life of me figure out why it was taking him so long to listen to that book!
Troy is not a picky eater. He will pretty much eat anything, even if he doesn’t like it. That makes him the WORST tester to have around for being a food blogger.
Me: What do you think of this new dish?
Troy: Tastes great! Put it on the blog.
Me: That’s canned dog food.
Troy: Is there enough for seconds?
I LOVE beets and eat them every morning with breakfast in the form of Encurtido. Every time I make a new batch, Troy says “enjoy your spicy dirt apples”. And yet, he would still eat beets. See #5 above.
Ok, friends, your turn! What do you need to confess?