The boy sat outside the office door. His parents were inside talking to the principal. He had gotten caught reading a comic book instead of his history book for the second time in as many weeks. The door slowly opened, and Mr. Whitaker called Johnny to come into the office.
“Johnny, your parents and I have conferred and have come to a decision. We don’t want a suspension on your record, but we cannot ignore your lack of respect for Mrs. Halladay. Starting Monday after first period, you will report here to my office to have a private History lesson as I used to teach history before I became the principal.” Mr. Whitaker paused and looked at Johnny’s parents and back at him. “You will do this for one week until the midterm exam and then you will return to Mrs. Halladay’s class to take the test. Do you understand Johnny?”
Johnny looked almost white as a sheet and he swallowed hard, “Yes, Mr. Whitaker I understand.”
Johnny’s father said, “You will also have at least an hour of study at home too son, so there will be no reason you shouldn’t get an A on that midterm.”
Johnny’s mother just smiled a weak smile at her son. His dad then continued, “Well Mr. Whitaker if there is nothing else, I think we should take Johnny home now.”
The principal got up and opened the office door for them. “Thanks for coming Mr. and Mrs. Sanders. And Johnny I will see you next week.”
The family of three left the school in silence. Johnny feared this would not be the end of the discussion about it. And when he got home, he found out how right he was.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – confer
To put a moratorium on something is basically to ban something…. this week it is a few Dr. Suess books. I have mixed emotions about this. Dr. Suess books have been a staple for kids for years, and often controversial. He has dealt with touchy subject matter and taught valuable lessons. I still think of the Lorax every time I see or hear about another wooded area being brought down… “I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.”
I am sure over the years I have read the books, or some of them, that they have stopped publication on. I understand how some things that were acceptable years ago are no longer viewed right. It all revolves back to the subject of censorship.
There is the argument of freedom of speech and the accuracy of the time period when the books were written. It all has to balance out with what is right and what is offensive. Ultimately this decision was made by the people who have the rights to the book, and I feel that is the closest thing to the actual author withdrawing the publication of their own book; that is different than some group standing up and saying a book should be banned from a library or a classroom reading list.
I have read banned books and will continue to do so. Are there some I find offensive, yes, definitely. But that is history… it is not a reflection of the current day and age. What do you think? Are you more offended by the book or the ban?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – moratorium
My mom and dad always had books they were reading as we were growing up. And they passed that love of reading onto me and my sister. I loved to read and read a lot of books to my daughter as she was growing up. She in turn now is always using her spare time for reading. I don’t read like I used to. I was at a place with my vision where with my glasses on I couldn’t see the print, but with my glasses off to read, I couldn’t see at a distance if I looked up for some reason. So last month I broke down and saw the doctor. I am now the proud owner of a pair of bifocals.
My hope is that I will be able to resume my reading of books now. I do still have the issues of fibro fog making me forget what I have already read sometimes. I do read a lot of blogs too. Any time I read something short or long it can transport me out of my life for a while to live through the characters. So, if you haven’t guessed yet, my B gratitude is for books!
I come from a family of readers. Both my parent read a lot, both my grandmothers were avid readers and I remember my grandfather reading the Omaha newspaper front to back everyday.
I would have to say that Judy Blume was a big influence in my love of reading. There were other books I remember from growing up, No Flying in the House, Going Crazy, and Little House in the Big Woods. Then my Dad introduced me to suspense, thrillers and science fiction/fantasy. I found Stephen King, V. C. Andrews, and Piers Anthony.
Lately with my chronic fatigue I find it hard to read as much as I used to. But, I read a lot here on WordPress and I occasionally listen to audio books. I have been so behind on blogs until this weekend there was not a lot of spare time to read. Now I hope to get to the Bruce Springsteen autobiography and the book Strange Weather by Joe Hill (he is one of my favorite authors), but first I promised my daughter (who reads more than anyone I know) I would read a book she bought on Kindle.
“Tears are the noble language of the eye.” – Robert Herrick
I sit here in the dark with tears welling in my eyes… I fight to keep them from falling. I miss the time I was spending with my Dad no matter how hard it was seeing him in decline. In one week we will have our gathering/visitation to remember him. I am already dealing with anxiety over being in a room with so many people OR being disappointed by how few show up. I remember back to his retirement party and the room it was held in was full, with people standing outside in the hall to hear the festivities.
I am slowly still going through posts while daily remembering people we forgot to contact. I let two more people know today and thought of one more to contact tomorrow. I am trying to go about a normal day as possible but it just isn’t easy. As you can see I am not really writing about noble I am just writing. I am so far behind and know as we clean out Dad’s house there will be more chronic fatigue to deal with. So I say it again… I will get to your posts as soon as I can. I keep trying to move forward. Some days are easier than others, and this has been a hard night. Doing something I normally did for Dad was to pick up things at Walmart… tonight when I went there it hit me that those trips for Dad are done. Just kind of took the wind out of my sails.
I will stop with my babbling fingertips now. My eyes have gone from filled with tears to struggling to stay open. Thanks for putting up with me straggling behind the daily posts and reading. Good night!
Written for (my peace of mind and) Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – noble
I am taking a minute or two to write down a few thoughts and feelings but thought I would start with a Mumble. My Dad made it home after a full week in the hospital. His pneumonia is cleared up but he is still having some issues with confusion and memory. So he was sent home only with the understanding that someone would be there 24/7 for a couple of weeks. I take the over-night shift and we use a home care service for the other 12 hours of the day. Not a nursing staff, just someone to help out with trying to keep him mobile off and on throughout the day, meals and keeping an eye out for further confusion issues. This is only day two so there has not been much improvement yet. He just asked me yesterday if my younger self had been there a minute ago…. that is kind of impossible. I so hate the thought of him getting dementia or Alzheimer’s disease, it was hard watching my Mother-in-law going through it I don’t know if I have the strength to do it again.
I am slowly trying to get back to my reading and writing. I have seven daily prompts to do and LOTS of reading to catch up on. Dad however does not have Wi-Fi so I am limited to daytime activity. I am so used to doing Word Press at night I am not sure the muses will accommodate my daytime words. LOL So bear with me… I will get to those old post and eventually the new ones. I didn’t want you all to think I ran away. Have a good day/night… (((HUGS)))
I am having very limited access to WordPress right now. I am staying with my Dad as he woke up Sunday morning with incredible pain when he tried to use his left arm. After a trip to the ER and a follow-up visit with the doctor, he has a sling and is using ice for what is likely bursitis… still waiting to hear from the doctor on the x-rays for sure. So I am helping him around the house and getting him meals. It is better than it was but still a problem. Hopefully this will be the last night staying here. Then I will just pop in a couple of times a day. I love my Dad but my body is screaming at me to take it easy soon. I am not too comfortable in a nurses cap. LOL
With my limited data I can only read so much on my phone and his computer is not like home. (I miss my laptop!) I am however trying to get through some as I can. I am sadly behind on my daily posts but I am still writing in my notebook to keep the muses happy.
I do appreciate all of you who stick with me day after day and am sorry I am letting you down right now. Life still happens even when there are plans already made… how insensitive of life, huh? Be patient a little while longer I will get to all your posts and begin posting again. Thanks for your understanding!
Today’s word of the day is quintessential. The Encarta Dictionary defines it as “embodiment, the purest or most perfect example of something.” I have struggled with this word. I have thought of trying poems, but the thoughts of a perfect example of love, happiness or even pain are eluding me now. So I thought I would take a minute to ramble on… the perfect example of someone struggling for words with their muse taking a nap.
My muse sometimes takes the whole day off. The only things I have written today are a few thank you messages and a comment or two. And as usual those comments are on old posts as I am between two and three days behind again (so technically the word of the day is a few days old now). I was close to catching up this week, then the holiday happened and I lost most of that day. BUT as always I will get to your posts eventually.
My muse usually works best for me in the evening or night, but inspiration can strike anytime. I once got an idea for a poem from a package of gum. And then other times I can be focus on one thing (like the word quintessential) and have no words. But rambling on and on about nothing I can do. I however will not subject you to more words than necessary.
I will take my leave and see if any inspiration will strike over night… sometimes dreams, occasionally stray thoughts as I try to drift off, or the even more rare thoughts first thing when I wake up (although this is more of a half dream state really as I wake up slowly with the meds I take at night). Do you have a time of day when you are more inclined to have a creative mind? Or does the muse stick around all day for you? Have a good day/night everyone!