My life is now measured my tea cups. Graduate school is now in full swing and I am halfway done with my first term. I find myself adjusting to expectations and realities. Having spent most of my college career as a Literature student my writing style has always been a more on the ‘feels’ side of writing rather than the science side. Heck the whole teaching profession is filled with sentimentalism versus what the hard facts show. Now that I am in grad school, I need to write like a scientist, asking myself, “What does the data show.” I have gone from the textual citations of MLA to the fact-filled world APA. This is a big shift in thought process.
TV, who knew. I’m in graduate school and every possible moment is filled with something. There is no sitting around on couch and looking for something to watch on TV. There is readings on educational law code, school budgets to examine, research to be done, and always posting posting posting to discussion boards. This has left me lacking in my parent duties and have allowed for that Polyphemus-like babysitter to take control of the house. How could I have guessed that a three-year old is a perfect mimic of what she watches? Needless to say, hitting, spitting, and other less-than-desirable behaviors have emerged. Worst, these behaviors are happening at daycare. Daycare is the much needed that allows my wife to do her job as a therapist. On Friday, after a very rough day at daycare, we cut off TV for the whole family. The improved change was almost instant. Goodbye Nick, Office Hops, and our friends in Zootopia. Hello reading, drawing, and more imaginative play. This is another big shift and it’s for the better.
At work I am finding that there is a new verb to describe a certain type of patent; Vinegar people. This idiom comes from the old saying, “You can get more flies with honey, than you can with vinegar.” To be honest, the vast majority of parents are the best. Parents are so kind. They are hard working people and take their time to keep informed of their student’s education. But, MAN! The parents that enter our school, already angry, and wanting to show that no one is going to tell them what to do are unbelievable. I am left wondering how does a person like this functions on a day to day level. Like, how do they buy groceries or how do they treat wait staff at a restaurant. With fingers flapping in my faces I had to the brunt of a parent’s wrath and she didn’t not care the children were in the office hearing her profanity strewn tirade. This mom was filled with vinegar.