Talitha's project won second place in her grade.
I shall now spend the next week wondering how bad of a parent I am for doing so much of it for her and if some poor kid who's mom isn't a perfectionist brainiac would have rated better if she'd had to do it all on her own. Sigh.
It's not that I'm not proud of her. I'm proud of the way she keeps thinking of different things for next year. I'm proud that she's finally getting the idea what the process is. I'm proud that she has healthy scientific curiosity.
Hopefully next year she will be able to do the lion share and I'll just be the assistant with the computer and the wallet who won't have to feel guilty at all.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Why the South can't handle a little snow
also Entitled: Four snow days in a single week will drive you crazy.
The problem with snow in the South is that they are entirely unequipped to handle it here. When a storm is coming they will spray stripes of salt on the main roads, sometimes. They don't have plow trucks though, and they don't have rock salt, and they don't have snow tires. They just hunker down and wait for it to melt, or go off the road trying to brave it. Thankfully this usually a once or twice a year thing.
Monday the snow was nice, welcome even. They canceled school, they canceled work, everyone... and I mean EVERYONE stayed home and watched in wonder as the two inches crept up to two and an eighth.
Yes, that is snowed in, in the south.
I spent the day writing. The kids were directed to clean their rooms and then they could go outside in the snowsuits. The girls got out there in the afternoon, but James took "clean your room" as "hide with your DSi in your room and don't clean." Once he realised that I was serious about the clean room, even though I wasn't yelling about it, he got going and went out in the evening.
The roads were moderately melted, certainly passable for an Ohio boy, so Joe and I packed him a bag and he drove into the city. He has a friend who asked him to use/watch his house while he was out of town for the week, so it was very convenient for him to just crash there instead of risking his neck the next few days.
That night the roads became solid sheets of ice. Ice that wasn't going to be salted, recall. School was canceled again. I wasn't thrilled, but they called off work for the day too so it wasn't so bad. Cabin fever started to set in by mid afternoon, then really hit when the recording from the district dialed my line and told me no school again.
I still had to work on Wednesday, but we had a delay in opening. My Mother-in-law called and offered to take the kids, and I told her if the roads were good enough then I would bring them by for the day.
I second guessed myself when I got to her road. Unlike mine, which was clear, hers was covered in ice. We made it, and I prayed it was in better shape when I returned in the evening. Thankfully it was.
I took a few pictures of the fun things the ice was doing.
The snow melted out from under the ice and left glittering other-worldly shells along the bigger branches.
I put the kids to bed, sure that there would only be a delay in school opening the next morning.
No, at 9pm, the Superintendent's recording said those terrible words, "School is canceled for tomorrow."
All the mothers in town unanimously screamed. We all had work, except the teachers of course, but our kids would not be in school.
Thankfully my work is childcare, so I took the kids with me and put them in the site across the street for the day and then held my head on while watching 15 kids climb up the walls in my little room. I tried taking them to the gym, but I had lost my voice at about 4pm the day before (though I had no other symptoms.) There was no way of keeping them safe with no voice in the gym, so in the tiny room we sat and finger painted snowmen.
Thankfully they went back to school Friday, with a two hour delay. Tomorrow is Martin Luther King Jr. Day, so no school, but I will have to work in the evening. The districts were going to have school that day, but apparently that's a no-no in the south. The kids are going Tuesday-Saturday instead.
The problem with snow in the South is that they are entirely unequipped to handle it here. When a storm is coming they will spray stripes of salt on the main roads, sometimes. They don't have plow trucks though, and they don't have rock salt, and they don't have snow tires. They just hunker down and wait for it to melt, or go off the road trying to brave it. Thankfully this usually a once or twice a year thing.
Monday the snow was nice, welcome even. They canceled school, they canceled work, everyone... and I mean EVERYONE stayed home and watched in wonder as the two inches crept up to two and an eighth.
Yes, that is snowed in, in the south.
I spent the day writing. The kids were directed to clean their rooms and then they could go outside in the snowsuits. The girls got out there in the afternoon, but James took "clean your room" as "hide with your DSi in your room and don't clean." Once he realised that I was serious about the clean room, even though I wasn't yelling about it, he got going and went out in the evening.
The roads were moderately melted, certainly passable for an Ohio boy, so Joe and I packed him a bag and he drove into the city. He has a friend who asked him to use/watch his house while he was out of town for the week, so it was very convenient for him to just crash there instead of risking his neck the next few days.
That night the roads became solid sheets of ice. Ice that wasn't going to be salted, recall. School was canceled again. I wasn't thrilled, but they called off work for the day too so it wasn't so bad. Cabin fever started to set in by mid afternoon, then really hit when the recording from the district dialed my line and told me no school again.
I still had to work on Wednesday, but we had a delay in opening. My Mother-in-law called and offered to take the kids, and I told her if the roads were good enough then I would bring them by for the day.
I second guessed myself when I got to her road. Unlike mine, which was clear, hers was covered in ice. We made it, and I prayed it was in better shape when I returned in the evening. Thankfully it was.
I took a few pictures of the fun things the ice was doing.
The snow melted out from under the ice and left glittering other-worldly shells along the bigger branches.
I put the kids to bed, sure that there would only be a delay in school opening the next morning.
No, at 9pm, the Superintendent's recording said those terrible words, "School is canceled for tomorrow."
All the mothers in town unanimously screamed. We all had work, except the teachers of course, but our kids would not be in school.
Thankfully my work is childcare, so I took the kids with me and put them in the site across the street for the day and then held my head on while watching 15 kids climb up the walls in my little room. I tried taking them to the gym, but I had lost my voice at about 4pm the day before (though I had no other symptoms.) There was no way of keeping them safe with no voice in the gym, so in the tiny room we sat and finger painted snowmen.
Thankfully they went back to school Friday, with a two hour delay. Tomorrow is Martin Luther King Jr. Day, so no school, but I will have to work in the evening. The districts were going to have school that day, but apparently that's a no-no in the south. The kids are going Tuesday-Saturday instead.
Tali's Science Fair Project 2011
I have a serious bone to pick with the way science fairs are done these days. The requirements are entirely beyond the capabilities of a 4th Grader, and that doesn't mean I think the 5th graders who are REQUIRED to enter are ready for it either.
Perhaps if the 12 pages of instructions they sent home with her even agreed with each other I might have lost my mind like I did, but no, we were both over whelmed by the report.
Anyway, sigh. We survived it, and it's turned in, and I have 11 months until we have to do it all again.
This is the presentation board:
We did a variation of the potato and a light bulb experiment, going with measuring the energy output from the biochemical reactions with Daddy's Fluke Voltmeter. Yay for good tools! Her hypothesis did turn out to be correct, the lemon won in the volts per ounce race against the tomato and the lemon.
Naturally looking back there were a lot of things we could change. Ah well. At least she did it and it's done. Maybe next year we will just do this one again but fix the things I think we did wrong. If Daddy lets us play with his Fluke-meter again...
Perhaps if the 12 pages of instructions they sent home with her even agreed with each other I might have lost my mind like I did, but no, we were both over whelmed by the report.
Anyway, sigh. We survived it, and it's turned in, and I have 11 months until we have to do it all again.
This is the presentation board:
We did a variation of the potato and a light bulb experiment, going with measuring the energy output from the biochemical reactions with Daddy's Fluke Voltmeter. Yay for good tools! Her hypothesis did turn out to be correct, the lemon won in the volts per ounce race against the tomato and the lemon.
Naturally looking back there were a lot of things we could change. Ah well. At least she did it and it's done. Maybe next year we will just do this one again but fix the things I think we did wrong. If Daddy lets us play with his Fluke-meter again...
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