The teenager went to his first dance this evening.
He didn’t dance though. He said he just hung out and talked with his buddies.
At least he went.
It was his bb coach’s doing.
He told the team they really needed to go since a lot of people had spent time pulling it all together.
He didn’t “make” them go, just said that they should.
Nice lesson, and a nice and surprising response from the teenager…he does that sometimes.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Have basketball, will travel…
The teenager is playing basketball with the 6th/7th grade team at his school.
With only the one Junior High School in town (besides the K-9 school where the teenager attends), there aren’t any other teams to play.
So the kids travel. It’s pretty much that way for all of Wyoming.
Last week the teams traveled to Cheyenne, twice.
On Saturday, they travel to Douglas, Wyoming, which is almost due North of Laramie.
With only the one Junior High School in town (besides the K-9 school where the teenager attends), there aren’t any other teams to play.
So the kids travel. It’s pretty much that way for all of Wyoming.
Last week the teams traveled to Cheyenne, twice.
On Saturday, they travel to Douglas, Wyoming, which is almost due North of Laramie.
It’s approximately a 3 hour drive to Douglas.
The bus will leave at 6:45 am and return after 3 pm.
We won’t be going, and I won’t be worrying…much.
Semantics and second-guessing…
5 Chapters, 221 pages = 80 multiple choice questions.
Grades won’t be posted until next Tuesday, but I passed.
Actually, I was feeling pretty good about how well I might have passed.
Not a 100% passing, which is what I was (am) aiming for, but it is after all the first exam I've taken in three decades.
My fear had been that I would sit down, look at the exam and completely and totally blank out and then go running (and sobbing) from the room.
That didn’t happen, but now I’m beginning to second-guess myself.
Did I really know as many correct answers as I thought I did?
I think I did, but I’m pretty certain I got the ‘clinical interview’ question wrong, even though I knew the material.
I found I had a problem with the “semantics” of several of the questions. I guess that will change over time as my brain readjusts.
Thought I would share a clinical interview exchange, from my textbook, between Piaget and a 3 year old…
Where does the dream come from?---I think you sleep so well that you dream.---Does it come from us or from outside?---From outside.---When you are in bed and you dream, where is the dream?---In my bed, under the blanket. I don’t really know. If it was in my stomach, the bones would be in the way and I shouldn’t see it.---Is the dream there when you sleep?---Yes. It is in the bed beside me. (Piaget, 1926/1930, pp. 97-98)
Aww...
Grades won’t be posted until next Tuesday, but I passed.
Actually, I was feeling pretty good about how well I might have passed.
Not a 100% passing, which is what I was (am) aiming for, but it is after all the first exam I've taken in three decades.
My fear had been that I would sit down, look at the exam and completely and totally blank out and then go running (and sobbing) from the room.
That didn’t happen, but now I’m beginning to second-guess myself.
Did I really know as many correct answers as I thought I did?
I think I did, but I’m pretty certain I got the ‘clinical interview’ question wrong, even though I knew the material.
I found I had a problem with the “semantics” of several of the questions. I guess that will change over time as my brain readjusts.
Thought I would share a clinical interview exchange, from my textbook, between Piaget and a 3 year old…
Where does the dream come from?---I think you sleep so well that you dream.---Does it come from us or from outside?---From outside.---When you are in bed and you dream, where is the dream?---In my bed, under the blanket. I don’t really know. If it was in my stomach, the bones would be in the way and I shouldn’t see it.---Is the dream there when you sleep?---Yes. It is in the bed beside me. (Piaget, 1926/1930, pp. 97-98)
Aww...
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Who’s laughing now…
Before we moved, several of the Legal Dude’s colleagues tried to scare me about living in Wyoming.
They sent me articles and accounts of snow blizzards and frigid below-zero temperatures.
This past Saturday, the Legal Dude asked me to take photos.
He plans to share these photos of "our day" with his colleagues back in D.C.---on the very day they were being pummeled with the worst snow storm in 80 some years.
So who’s laughing now?
They sent me articles and accounts of snow blizzards and frigid below-zero temperatures.
This past Saturday, the Legal Dude asked me to take photos.
He plans to share these photos of "our day" with his colleagues back in D.C.---on the very day they were being pummeled with the worst snow storm in 80 some years.
View from the Little Tykes Street, which is just up the street from our house.
View as I walk back down to our house.
Notice the snow-free streets.
How I dressed for the walk up to the Little Tyke's house, which is pretty much how
How I dressed for the walk up to the Little Tyke's house, which is pretty much how
I walk about all the time.
So who’s laughing now?
Ignorance...
I initially stayed away from these when we first moved here.
Just didn’t seem right. Puffed bags and raised, puffed lids on yogurt containers, etc.
Figured something had to be wrong--spoiled rotten wrong.
It took awhile to realize, “it’s the altitude, silly!”
Just didn’t seem right. Puffed bags and raised, puffed lids on yogurt containers, etc.
Figured something had to be wrong--spoiled rotten wrong.
It took awhile to realize, “it’s the altitude, silly!”
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
UWYO...
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