I often imagine if things were different, (more how I’d like them to be) what changes would I make?
For starters, high school would begin at 9:45 and end at 2. Is the goal of our school board planners’ to provide education or to make parents drag sleeping teens out of bed against a tidal wave of resistance day, after, day? This is just mean. I would also offer that school activities end by 5 so we don’t have to go out and fetch our kids when we’d rather be in a robe, holding wine.
And frankly, I don’t know the last time (um… in 1979 maybe?) that I had to multiply two negative numbers or conjugate a word in French. Four years of high school french and all I remember is how to say “I don’t know” en francias. So.. “je ne sais pas” why we insist on this stuff. Teach kids how to balance a bank account, make change, understand loan amortization, and know how many gallons of gas it would take to drive from here to say, Wyoming and back. Want more? Try making a budget that is livable, know how to file simple taxes and maybe throw in a lesson on investments and financial planning that doesn’t involve holding a palm out for dad to put money in. I am also in favor of teaching them to cook in 7th grade so that by high school they can make dinner, because they of course will have plenty of time without the homework
And the words? I have to side with my daughter on this.
Big, bigger, biggest
Good, gooder, goodest.
Really, don’t you get it? No matter how you say it?
She and I?
I and she?
Me and them?
Me & her?
She and me?
Does it really matter? All we need to know is that the two of you have something going on.
And my personal favorite pet peeve:
adverbs and adjectives — boo hiss! Why can’t we just say adverbs and adnouns? The other option would be to change the word ‘noun’ to ‘jective.’ But really, what is a jective anyway?
I have a ton more plans that would improve things but I’ll just hold onto those thoughts for now.
But one more thing I would like to mention in my societal planning for “helen’s better living.” I would very much to live in a hip urban setting with my two next door neighbors Mama June and Jimmy Fallon. I imagine the three of us having the best of times when we run into each other at the supermarket on Saturday afternoons. We’d talk about our kids, minivans, movies, and how to tweak recipes to create Red Neck Fusion Cuisine. It would be glorious, simply glorious. I just know it.