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Bits and Pieces Again

I have been busy. Extremely busy. Partly having to do with a former student of mind who is now in middle school, alternately flunking out and getting kicked out. When I have more energy, I'll write about him. When I'm not so worried about him, maybe.

In the meantime, here are some interesting educational articles.

Schools in California may just completely run out of money and end early this year. Nice to see we're valuing education.

Mae Jemison talks about why science is important for everyone.

Almost a disaster.

Skyline High School's neighbors seem to be justified in complaining about the noise from the school's PA system. On the other hand, they're not allowing the school to use its track and field lights for football or track practice, making the athletes practice in the dark. One hurdler broke his leg because of this.

I found this photo in a box - it shows a couple of things quite well. One is the lack of diversity in the town I grew up in in the early 80s. The other was the fantastic lack of fashion sense in terms of haircuts and clothing. (I'm the cute one with the very red collar in the front row)
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Anonymous said…
Yes, you are the cute one in the red collar. And L is the cute one in the white collar and you both have extremely stylish Dorothy Hamill (Olympic gymnast) haircuts!
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