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Charlotte Country Day students reported to school on Wednesday August 17th and Charlotte Latin students the day after, Thursday August 18th.
Now more than a week later, Charlotte Mecklenburg Schools will begin the 2022-2023 school year, today Monday August 29th.
And with the start of school, countless parents will suffer the "slings and arrows" of having school aged children during the next 9 months.
They will suffer through the fear of gun violence, questioning the point of critical race theory, coping with attempts at LGBTQ+ indoctrination, worry about social acceptance and dread academic failure.
But there is hope and strength in knowing you are not alone. Your kid isn't as dumb as some of those CMS teachers will try to tell you.
Take this story to heart, take it all in, for this is the truth:
Jack Curtis -
The summer of 1929, my father grew rich selling Fords, trading oil leases, speculating in stocks and farming marginal land. Mother had a gas stove, a fur coat, her own car, went to the beauty parlor once a week and played bridge.
In a small town in central Kansas, my father was a very big frog, and that summer when I was eight, I assumed he was so successful because he was so smart.
And because I had failed to pass the third grade, there was never any end to hearing how capable my father was compared to his lazy, stupid, stubborn son.
Why couldn't I do arithmetic? Why couldn't I read and write? Why did my classmates bedevil me?
In those days, none of the geniuses in psychology or Ph.D.'s in education had discovered dyslexia; nothing is known about it now except that as many as twenty percent of children have some degree of it. It's symptoms are mirror writing, reversing numbers, awkwardness and an inability to understand the usual codes of communication. The only cure is to circumvent it with special close training.
But in the summer of 1929 it was called mental retardation or brain damage and those unlucky enough to have it were soon taken out of school and put in the back room for the rest of their lives. The educator's solution to it progressed from contempt to thrashing and, finally, banishment.
From the Short Story "Grandfather" (Circa 1978)
Jack Curtis was born in 1922. As a child he battled dyslexia, and was told he'd never amount to anything.
But life is odd and Jack Curtis grew up to become a heck of a writer. Writing scripts for some of television's top westerns including Zane Grey Theater, Have Gun Will Travel, Gunsmoke, The Rifleman, Rawhide, Big Valley, The Outlaws, Cimarron Strip, and Wagon Train. Curtis went on to write a dozen novels about the west and was one of Sports Illustrated's most prolific fishing and hunting writers.
This writer too can recall the day at South Meck High School, when a vice principle suggested that I drop out of school and take a job at Florida Steel located in West Charlotte, as a welder or laborer. I honestly think he was on some sort of recruiting commission arrangement with the company.
To this day I struggle with 6s, 9s and people who say their telephone or credit card numbers without hyphen'd pauses. But once you understand dyslexia it is all pretty easy to work around it. Imagine, that for 27 years I've worked with numbers in the banking and investment business. Spent more than 6,000 hours in aircraft that routinely required multiple numerical entries every few minutes and have successfully sailed enough ocean and intracoastal waterway miles to twice circumnavigate the globe. And my math skills be them as they may, have yet to fail me.
So take heart parents without honor roll bragging rights, your gold starless child will survive this, another school year. Understand that 6 x 7 is 42 for most, but also equals 24 for some.
And while "turn left" is often followed by "no your other left" you too will survive.
The best you can do as a parent is to let them know they are loved and that "I can't" or "I quit" is not an option.
Jack Curtis died in 2002 at the age of 79 a life well read even backwards.
13 comments:
Why does my supervisor get to have sex at work and get caught..but I am getting in trouble for not doing my follow ups? Didn’t she quit her job twice and keep getting rehired in different capacities? We all know who this is over here. If we had a Union it would be even worse with people like this.
Please explain.
Cedar Thanks You for Posting This.
Took my kids 6-8 out of CMS due to the COVID mask rules. Managed to get them in at St. Matthews on the down low knowing a friend of a friend. It may have saved their lives. Christ was never a big deal in my life but it is in theirs. Suddenly they are both happier and get along better than ever.
Banned from Next Door?
956,
You need come to terms with where you work. This has been happening for 30 years and won’t stop anytime soon. Females can do whatever they want since we need demographics for HR and Federal Compliance.
956… backstory?? Was it Stukey again??
102, if you think this place is still a real police department then you are delusional. It’s just a job like waste services.
I will be the first to admit that I had the pleasure of department hoping until I came to CMPD.
CMPD has given my family and I alot. Very greatful for this place as it has helped me flourish in my wa to and needs. Like many departments, politics must always take place I'm an organization like this that deals with liability, etc. Grass is not always greener elsewhere, every department has its pros and cons I assure you.
-V
So what’s the real story behind Officer Del Rio in Providence and why that CRU officer got canned to Westover because of her?
Has he stalking her?
1516, she banged him while he was married and she was dating another officer. He might have been operating a city vehicle after consuming alcohol. But hey, you don’t have tattoo sleeves anymore as the beards are coming!
Lol nah she banged everybody & that officer still got engaged to her.
I can't stand all these school buses clogging up Charlotte traffic these mornings. They stop and expect people on the other side of the road to slow down when the kids get in from the curb side. Everyone stops down here, like they do for funerals. It's a crazy sign of the slow south.
I'm just glad they all stop, so I can pass that Volvo wagon that can't drive in front of me before I zip by the yellow bus on Providence. I hit 6 of them going downtown yesterday morning! Crazy, they need to stay off main roads.
9:56...Who?
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