Memes with stories

When Scott asks me to hand him his phone, I hesitate. I don't know which end is which, don't know what the side buttons do, and do not understand what any of the icons mean. 

The reverse on that meme that was like "imagine hating me and I'm just over here eating pickles". Like, no. I get it. 

I'm seeing a lot out there about the amazing test scores coming out of Mississippi, Louisiana, and Ohio. And then the people saying schools are responsible for teaching everything which some are arguing that no, parents are responsible. Here's the thing: schools are 100% responsible for teaching children academics. ...Until they're not. You see, a school will do everything they can but they can't get to everyone. It's not possible. When the school fails, you, the parent, do not get to blame the school. YOU are still responsible for your child. You need to advocate, find a tutor, ask questions, pull them out, homeschool, put them in a new school...do something. You are the one who will have to look your young adult in the eye some day and explain why they can't read, write, or do math proficiently. I'm not responsible for any of the kids I taught before or after the 9 months they were in my classroom. I am responsible for my own two kids. I don't know why people blaming schools can't quite wrap their heads around this. 

When I was in 4th grade, my town built a maximum security prison. Before it opened, we went there on a field trip and they locked our class in a cell just to prove a point (definitely didn't work for some of those kids).

FOIL is the extent of my math ability. Wells is moving along really fast in math right now and while I'm eager to push him, if I keep going, Scott is going to have to take over in two years. I can teach to algebra and not a math standard further than that. 

And they drink a lot, I bet.

I'm so behind right now. It's really hard to live far away from everyone you'd just like to sit down and talk to regularly. 

Hoping to upgrade to a 16 soon...

Back when we just had Scout the dog: I will never forget when Scott was at school working on one of his masters' degrees (he had a small apartment that semester during the week, and Scout stayed with him) and Scout woke him up early one morning so Scott fed the dog and then was wide awake so was like "might as well go get some things at Walmart" right down the street. So he put Scout in the truck and off he went. He said it was so empty and quiet inside. He got back in the truck, looked at the clock on the dash, and it was 3am. 

Sorry, I just want whatever temperature is in the picture: