Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

9/28/12

No One On The Corner Has Swagga Like Us


I grew up in a small town just down the road from Mineral Point.  At the time, I thought the display of school swagga and town pride during homecoming was due to our winning football team. You know, when the football team is winning everyone in town is winning, right?
Julie Stephenson
But Mineral Point’s football team -- which thus far has had a challenging season -- has caused me to reconsider the meaning of Homecoming.  Not unlike the Grinch when he learns that Christmas isn’t about the presents, I’ve learned that Homecoming isn’t really about football.
  
Homecoming in any small town is full of excessive spirit whether your team is winning or not. Why? Because it gives everyone in town permission for a couple of days to blatantly display just how much they adore their school, their teams, and their town. For two days in the fall the whole community puts aside political views, social status and any other superficial labels in order to rally together.  We are united by our appreciation for the place we call HOME.
Julie Stephenson

This post was featured on High Street Beat. A blog where I, along with a number of other contributors, share love for beautiful Mineral Point, Wisconsin. 

6/7/12

Last Day today means First Day tomorrow

I love how the end of one thing is the beginning of another. Today was the last day of school, which means, tomorrow is the first day of summer! For the next 104 days these guys are mine all mine.

Sophia, my 7 year old darling, is reading & spelling like a champ. She knows how to add, subtract (with her fingers), and can climb up the rope all the way to the ceiling. As old as she seems some days, she still plays babies & pretends to be our waitress while she sets the table-apron and all. She's cute as a button with a sassy streak. She chases rabbits around the yard in the mornings and wraps her guinea pig up in a blanket after school. She has 2 front teeth that have been missing since March and lost another tooth today while I was taking these pictures. 

She's my little snuggle bug and I love her so!




Owen Blair my double digit dude! This boy has best laugh ever, and his excitement for learning is like nothing I've ever seen. He is a chatterbox - ready to replay every detail of the story he's reading or the song he learned. He found a love for acting this year after seeing the musical Oliver, and being in the 4th & 5th grade production of Joust! He based his band instrument selection on his desire to play the Harry Potter theme song...French Horn lessons start in August! A couple of weeks ago he explained that he still wanted to be a scientist in the rainforest, but he wanted to live here some of the time. 

He's the coolest kid alive and I love him so.




5/10/12

Super Snacks for Super Kids Kickstarter Project.


Two active {super} moms, Dr. Sarah Fox & Julie Stephenson, joined forces to create a beautiful guide to make snack time easier.  No longer does school snack week need to be a major stress. Super Snacks For Super Kids will be packed with delicious & healthy recipes, beautiful photos & tons of information for super parents who, like us, struggle to provide wholesome variety at snack time.

Most recipes have a full serving of fruits or vegetables, and have been kid & parent tested, but that's not even the most exciting part...all proceeds from the books first edition will go to The Mineral Point School District Wellness Fund & The Pointer Educational Partnership (PEP) to support wellness projects throughout our entire school district!

Please check out the video and go here to support this exciting project! After 2 days, we are at 15% of our goal but there are only 27 days left!

4/30/12

Z for Zero

days left in the April A to Z Challenge. I had a blast finally putting some energy into this blog. I love the relationships I've built through social media and feel strongly that  this blog has helped me become who I am today, and is leading me down the path to the awesome future that awaits. 

If you are sad to have this 30 day challenge come to an end, no worries! In just a matter of days I will be part of a whole new 30 day challenge at Kickstarter. I'm so excited to finally launch this project and would really love your support!





4/25/12

V for Valor

Right before spring break, Owen participated in the 4th & 5th grade choir's performance of Joust! It was a really cute musical about how King Arthur, his Mighty Medieval Men and the rest of the kingdom were brought together by music. 

Owen was unbelievably excited when he was voted, along with a 5th grader named Brady, to 'star' in this very exciting & violent jousting scene! 




I love to see Owen try & enjoy new things. I hope he never loses his love of exploring...whether inside the halls of his school or outside in snake country. These diverse experiences help kids absorb information and give them a depth that even the best parenting cannot teach. 



3/5/12

Why I'm running for school board.

A couple of years ago, I had an issue.

My son's education was not progressing as I thought it should. Before the start of 2nd grade, his class, went from 3 teachers down to 2. Owen is a great student, but the added students in his class allowed him to sit unchallenged. His grades were fine, but his test scores went down. He'd bring home elaborate drawings of the rain forests, and of his beloved Minnesota Vikings football players. He'd tell me he drew those while he "was waiting." Worse than that, for me, was that Owen, who typically loved school, didn't want to go anymore. He didn't talk about what he learned during dinner, like he used to. For the first time in his young life, he was no longer excited about school.

I communicated with his stressed out teacher. She was busy teaching a large group of needy 2nd graders so she, quickly, assured me Owen was doing fine.  I knew otherwise. I grew more & more worried that, my boy, who had always loved learning, was going to be permanently turned off of school. Finally, when his final report card showed a significant drop in his test scores, I wrote letters to the principal and to each school board member, asking them to please reconsider the consolidation of Owen's class. 

Within a few days, I heard from the lack luster elementary school principal. He reminded me that Owen's test scores were still "well above average second graders." He also told me, I needed to expect that Owen would eventually "peak."  I was stunned and super annoyed that this "educator" was trying to convince me to accept that my child had "peaked" in second grade. I hung up pissed off & even more confused about what I should to do.  

Luckily, the very next day, Mo Grimm, a member of the school board, called concerned for me and Owen. She asked questions, she listened to my concerns, she shared her experiences as a mother, and she explained the challenges that faced the school board. She didn't make any promises or even give me many alternatives to consider, but she made me feel like my instincts about Owen were valid. She assured me she would make an informed decision based on the needs of all children. I hung up feeling heard and respected.

The conversation didn't end up getting the Owen's Class of 2020 another teacher, but it did have a lasting impact on me. I decided to attend as many school board meetings as possible, because I wanted to show support for the important job they are doing. I didn't want to be a parent who only showed up when I had something to bitch about. The conversation with Mo, and the meetings I've attended in the last few years, have given me a real sense of why genuinely concerned people need to be part of the school board.  It's not about mill rates, test scores & teacher salaries. Being part of the school board means, ultimately, directly effecting the education of children in your community. It's an important job. One to not take lightly, but one to approach with an open mind and without a hidden agenda.

On April 3rd, 2012, my name will be on the ballot for a vacant school board seat. As a member of the school board, I plan to listen and learn, just as Mo did during that conversation, almost 2 years ago. My only agenda item is this: Do what is best for children in our district. 




11/11/11

Freckle Friday | Late Start Friday = Liver Damage

Once a month our school district has late start Fridays.  The administration and teachers use this time for professional development and team meetings that just can't happen with children at school. This time is valuable for the district to keep our, already great, teachers at their best. 

What happens at our house on late start Fridays isn't quite as positive!

My kids usually sleep in a little...which for Owen means he stays in bed until at least 6:10 am. Then he comes in our bedroom to snuggle with his Mommy and watch a relaxing horrifying episode of Spongebob Squarepants Dual Survival. His expert commentary about the snakes or alligators the two lunatic hosts are about to eat, which registers 180dBs on the Decibel (Loudness) Comparison Chart, usually wakes Sophia about 5 minutes later. Sophia enters the bed all snuggly and adorable.  

However, within two minutes the kids go from...


to...


Late start Fridays along with most weekends, evenings, car trips, basically anytime the kids have free time together, give us the exact same behavior.  Snuggling turns to playful wrestling...which turns into a Greco-Roman match...which leads to one of them crying, the other one whining and the whole scenario ultimately ends with me headed to the liquor cabinet at 8:16am.

I wish I was joking...so does my liver.

9/16/11

Freckle Friday-Homecoming Edition

Today reminds me of one of my favorite pages from my favorite little book:

Cultural Traditions

I share spoken memories with my child. 

"Today I will share something of my cultural tradition with my children.  Each of us comes from somewhere and that somewhere we come from is part of what forms our culture.  Even if my background is not lustrous in any way, it is part of who I am, and who I am is all that I have to give my child.  My child loves hearing stories about me when I was young; it is meaningful to him in ways I can't even imagine and it creates an intimate sharing between us.  I still remember stories that my parents shared with me about their childhoods.  They created mental pictures.  
These are all a part of the cultural tradition I share with my child."

Lenny Bruce once said, “I hate small towns because once you've seen the cannon in the park there's nothing else to do.”

Well Mr. Bruce has never been to a small town at homecoming time then. Last night, no one was hanging out at the park looking at our tank! Everyone was on downtown watching kids of all ages celebrate their school spirit and MP pride at the annual Homecoming Parade. 



 Beads and face tattoos are all part of the homecoming tradition, but so are pink coats over Pointer blue garb when the weather is just too chilly for t-shirts.


 

Families gathered together to celebrate the evening before the big game.
Thanks to Sara Heisner for snapping this photo of us...future photographer I think!


Mud Dog football players marching down the parade route looking tough and ready to play a little smash mouth.  Although Owen would love to blame the blood running down his leg on an awesome tackle, we are pretty sure the tradition of scab picking is responsible for that....boys are gross!




Another part of our family culture is sometimes having to wait while Dad goes to work.  Sometimes people need help, and he is the guy to know. Although, we missed most of the pep rally, the kids got a treat from Atomic Ice. Another example of wonderful small town living is that the girl was closing up the ice cream shop as we walked past, but was sweet enough to let us in for a minute to scoop up two Cookie Dough cones.

I hope one day my kids will tell their children stories about homecoming parades, ice cream cones outside of the Red Rooster and Dad going to work to keep the residents of High Street nice and warm on cool September evenings.



A couple of weeks ago, I snapped a few photos of The Compound's kids decked out in Pointer blue and white, and this is my one of my favorites. Living in The Compound is another big part of these guys' culture. I wonder what kind of mental pictures will be created by these crazy Compoundians when they share their stories someday?!




"Eternity was in that moment."
William Congreve

9/6/11

My back to school wish...


I am wishing both of them a successful school year...

 

Owen is not gagging, he was seeing his breath. It's a little chilly here this morning!



Success

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson




and a most successful life.  

9/2/11

Freckle Friday: Giving credit where credit is due...


Last week, Owen was asked to give a speech to about 80+ staff members at our school district's back to school breakfast. He was more excited than I thought he'd be to get up early and address a large audience. He worked hard planning and writing the speech. Then he practiced in front of anyone that would listen...including the frog.  His hard work paid off; he did a great job welcoming and inspiring our teachers. He thinks, he may have made our new administrator cry. (Watch him in the background, and see for yourself.)  I know I cry every time I watch it. I'm so proud of him.




I'd love to say Trevor & I are the only influences that made him such a sweet, intelligent and poised boy, but his words are true...his "teachers' positive energy" had a little something to do with it.  What he doesn't learn in The Compound he learns from the wonderful teachers in our district. Yes, I'm a partner in this guy's education, but for 8 hours of those 180 school days, I'm the silent partner.

So the extreme pride I have for this up and coming public speaker, I hope his teachers feel too!  To Miss Cindy, Miss Julie, Mrs. Busch, Mrs. Heins, Mrs. Roberts, Mrs. Weigel, Mrs. Radtke, and soon to be Mrs. Grimm, he is the kid he is today, because you played a part in his life. I know that, and I'm happy to share some of the credit with you. I'm not forgetting all the special's teachers, support staff, summer school teachers, and other school staff either...you are all responsible for his success too!


That said, you're all due to chip in for his college tuition, and it's looking Ivy League -- so you better start saving your pennies! ;)

Have a great weekend.  See you at school on Tuesday!

Julie