Goodbye, Remote-Learning

Goodbye, Remote-Learning. Hello, Montessori Academy.

After a rough week of attempted Kindergarten & 2nd grade remote-learning, a tone-deaf & condescending email was sent out to all parents in Chayce’s school.

The email thanked parents for helping get their kids logged onto zoom for the day (as if that is all the work parents did), and then (IMO) it went on to reprimand students/parents. The email clarified (1) all the rules around how students should act & dress & behave on zoom, (2) that parents must ensure all homework is submitted by 1159 each night the day it was assigned or it won’t be counted, and (3) that parents must not try and communicate with teachers after hours because this is stressful/hard on teachers right now.

Well, no shit. I don’t doubt how hard it is being a teacher right now. But, let’s be honest, it’s been incredibly hard on everyone involved, especially the children, so I personally would’ve held off on sending a note out that basically felt like a 1-2-punch to most working families. Maybe something like “Holy smokes, I can’t believe all of you parents have been able to do 2 full time jobs in the same amount of hours?” Or….”I know this was rough, but we are in this together, just breathe.” Or… “Hey, if your kid didn’t get logged in, or you missed an assignment …. no biggy, this was week 1… we’ll get better.”

Nope, not Alton. Cool.

We. Out. Anyways.

But not till I vented a bit to the principal:

I very much appreciate what you are trying to accomplish with remote-learning, but I need to share my point of view. 

We are essentially handcuffing our working parents, and making then choose between: (1) quitting their jobs, (2) leaving their young children to fend for themselves during these livestream calls, or (3) hire someone to be next to them all day. My family is in a position where we can afford to hire someone, and even then it’s been impossible to manage all the requests/needs coming from the classroom. I can’t even imagine all the other families out there that are trying to juggle work but can’t afford to pay for additional childcare (nor should they even be asked to, because they’ve already paid for their child’s education through taxes).

So as much as I appreciate your note, the tone is so inappropriate. Most working moms I’ve talked to have broken down at least once this week, have failed miserably at their jobs while attempting to juggle this additional huge responsibility, and have gone to bed each night considering if they should pull their children from school all-together. 

I know I personally am considering any other option that will allow me to keep my job and keep my children learning in a socially-interactive & positive atmosphere.

So forgive me, if I don’t thank you for your email which dictated more rules, more communication obstacles, and frankly a very one-sided (teacher-sided) concerned tone.

Hopefully you understand this is requiring so much than “helping your child to logon to their Zoom call daily.” And perhaps you’ll pause before sending a tone-deaf note to your hardworking parents.

Please feel free to call me to discuss anytime.

V/r 

Lindsey Spahr

Welcome to Remote-Learning…

0400- Her alarm goes off.

0410- She starts working feverishly on her laptop because she is way behind for several important deadlines… and these first 2 hours are the only quiet hours in the day.

0600- Her reminder goes off on her outlook calendar, so she puts her laptop down & heads out to the gym.

0700- Her first work call starts while she finishes her cardio on her treadmill.

0800- Her babysitter arrives & gets the kids some breakfast & dressed & ready for “school”.

0815- She runs in from the gym & quickly showers & dresses for the day.

0830- She grabs a protein shake & heads into her “office” (aka room with a door on it) to hop on her next meeting.

0850- Babysitter starts to try & log kids in for their 1st zoom calls of the day. One gets in, one is locked out.

0851- She gets a text from the babysitter, “Can’t get into Mrs. Fs zoom”.

0852- After turning off her camera and switching her call to her phone & earbuds, she trots into the “2nd grade classroom” (aka the dining room) to troubleshoot & cuss a lot.

0902- She finally gets the child logged in.

0905- She arrives 5 min late to a leadership meeting with her boss.

0908- She gets a text from the babysitter that the oldest child just got kicked off the zoom call for some unknown reason.

0910- After turning off her camera and switching her call to her phone & earbuds, she trots into the “2nd grade classroom” to try and get her child logged in again, cussing loudly now.

0915- Her boss asks her a question, which she has to ask him to repeat because she clearly didn’t hear him.

0919- After several texts back & forth with the teacher, she gets her oldest logged back in.

0920- She’s back in her “office” finishing up the meeting, when she hears yelling. She peeks her head out the door to see her youngest screaming at her classmates on the computer screen. She goes back to her meeting.

0930- Think time! Finally, so much work that she needs to catch up on.

0950- Babysitter starts to try & log kids in for their 2nd zoom calls of the day. One gets in, one is locked out.

0953- She gets a text from the babysitter, “Can’t get into Mrs. Fs zoom”.

0955- She trots into the “2nd grade classroom” to troubleshoot & you guessed it…. cuss.

1004- After several texts back & forth with the teacher, she gets her oldest logged back in.

1006- She arrives 6 min late to a meeting she is supposed to be leading. Great Leadership!

1045- She gets a reminder from the teacher on what homework needs to be completed.

1047- She texts the babysitter the homework instructions.

1100- She starts an important meeting where she needs to be able to really think/concentrate.

1103- She gets a text from the babysitter asking if the kids can have PB&J for lunch.

1104- She responds yes.

1115- She hears yelling.

1116- The babysitter sends a text informing her that she has sent the youngest to timeout for cussing (hmmmm wonder where she got that life skill).

1120- Reminder from the youngest’s teacher thanking parents for another great day, and not to forget to take pics of homework and submit it.

1121- She texts the babysitter and asks her to take pics of all homework assignments.

1135- 5 homework pics arrive via text.

1137- 5 homework pic uploaded to school app.

1150- Babysitter logs oldest in for final zoom call of the day. She actually gets in! Woohoo!

1230- Reminder from the oldest’s teacher thanking parents for another great day, and not to forget to take pics of homework and submit it.

1231- She texts the babysitter and asks her to take pics of all homework assignments.

1250- Babysitter texts to say she can’t get in “math app”, and that she reached out to the teacher already. A ticket has been put in IT.

1315- 6 homework pics come in via text.

1317- 6 homework pic uploaded to school app.

1400- Babysitter leaves, because 6 hours a day and 5 days a week is already costing $1200/month… not to mention the extra cost of hotspots for internet out in the boonies.

1445- In the middle of an important gap analysis zoom call, her youngest walks into her “office” crying because a kitty scratched her. She mutes her zoom call, kisses the boo-boo and sends her on her way, quickly.

1510- In the middle of an important interview zoom call, youngest walks into her “office” talking loudly. She snaps her fingers and yells at her child to get out!

1546- In the middle of an important project plan zoom call, her oldest walks in, to just hug & kiss her legs. She snaps her fingers and yells at her child to get out!

1600- She hears her husband get home. After a few muffled grumps, she hears him go outside WITHOUT TAKING THE CHILDREN.

1602- She considers murdering her husband.

1605- Last hour of the day —- think time. Time to catch up on everything she got behind on today.

1610- Her kids are fighting in the living room. She runs to break up the fight.

1615- Her youngest comes into her “office” and lays down on the couch next to her and says, “I love you, Mom.” Her youngest starts crying—-she is tired of being sent away by her mom.

1616- She closes her laptop, and just holds her youngest. She thinks back through her day, realizing she never completed a full thought. All the texting, and reminding, and logging in, wasted away every quiet minute. Her to-do list for the day looks just as long as it did in the morning. But at this particular hour… this particular moment—-her kiddos needed their mom. So she holds tight.

1700- She gets up to get kids dinner.

1800- Time to do the outside chores as a family.

1900- Bath time.

2000- Snuggles.

2130- Everyone is fast asleep.

0400- Her alarm goes off.

0410- She starts working feverishly on her laptop because she is way behind for several important deadlines… and these first 2 hours are the only quiet hours in the day.

Welcome to remote learning, where:

1. Our children are missing out on important socialization skills & interaction & actually learning from a trained educator,

And

2. Parents with kids under 10 years of age can choose to (1) quit their jobs, or (2) hire someone to “manage” their home…. and it will still be unbearably difficult for all involved.

All for less than 0.02%. Cool.

#beafuckinglion

#bealionbeforeitstoolate

Remember when…

Remember when no one in our country wore masks, ever… that was a cool time.

Remember when we could fly… in a plane… without a mask… with flight cocktails… and a perfectly quiet working atmosphere for serious thinking-time… that was a cool time.

Remember when we could freely roam this planet… without self-quarantine fears and travel restrictions… that was a cool time.

Remember when we could go to public pools & movie theaters & summer concerts…that was a cool time.

Remember when we had enough freedom to make the choice in how we dealt with protecting ourselves & others from our colds… that was a cool time.

Remember when most people couldn’t afford to take sick days so everyone just came to work sick… infecting their coworkers… and we all just accepted it… and survived… that was a cool time.

Remember when you could go out in public without Karen’s approaching you and informing you about the right way to live (aka their way to live)… that was a cool time.

Remember when people who were scared to leave their homes due to concerns with their health or the illness of others, just stayed home… that was a cool time.

Remember when you weren’t required to share your medical history because of our beautiful privacy laws, nor did you ever allow random humans (non-medically-trained humans) in random stores/offices to take your temperature or ask you medically-protected questions… that was a cool time.

Remember when you had the freedom as adults to stay out till the 3 am bars closed… that was a cool time.

Remember when we could fully function at our jobs because there were no toddler co-workers roaming the halls… that was a cool time.

Remember when we weren’t completely screwing up our children by forcing them to sit in front of a chrome book for 5 hours a day, but instead allowed them to socialize & play at recess & sports & gym… that was a cool time.

Remember when we knew what reaction to expect from our fellow-man when it came to nationwide/worldwide major news stories… that was a cool time.

Remember when we used to hear more from the middle of the road politically-common-sense-focused humans, vs the extremists (which make most humans today feel disconnected from the news & their communities)… that was a cool time.

Remember when we all expected and accepted we would get some horrendous respiratory cold and some sort of gut-wrenching stomach flu every year or so, and we just accepted it as part of life, and didn’t just choose to stop living… that was a cool time.

Remember when being 100% fully patriotic down to your inner-core wasn’t tied to being racist… that was a cool time.

Remember when destruction & violence was controlled by law enforcement officers because the country supported those officers… that was a cool time.

Remember when our law enforcement officers were sent to the frontlines of danger daily and were able to use their training & gut-reactions to protect themselves & others, without worrying about the continuous onslaught of criticism & judgment from the public (who btw are sitting safely on the sidelines out of harms-way)… that was a cool time.

Remember when your kids didn’t know the words “pandemic” and “COVID”… that was a cool time.

Remember when Americans weren’t so willing to surrender their freedoms… that was a cool time.

Remember when looters weren’t celebrated… that was a cool time.

Remember when just avoiding assholes in life wasn’t labeled as social distancing… that was a cool time.

Remember when our country truly supported the American dream & small businesses … that was a cool time.

Remember when no one had heard of that fucking lab in Wuhan… that was a cool time.

Remember any other year… other than this fucking year … that was a cool time.

What I ❤️

I ❤️ my terrorist-children… some people don’t.

I ❤️ chickens… some people don’t.

I ❤️ Natty light… some people don’t.

I ❤️ every Real Housewives series… some people don’t.

I ❤️ dogs & (surprisingly) cats… some people don’t.

I ❤️ jugging for catfish… some people don’t.

I ❤️ working out… some people don’t.

I ❤️ twangy country songs… some people don’t.

I ❤️ shooting guns… some people don’t.

I ❤️ punching shit… some people don’t.

I ❤️ day-drinking… some people don’t.

I ❤️ live music… some people don’t.

I ❤️ dive bars… some people don’t.

I ❤️ jukeboxes… some people don’t.

I ❤️ movie theaters… some people don’t.

I ❤️ making inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times… some people don’t.

I ❤️ rainy days… some people don’t.

I ❤️ county fairs… some people don’t.

I ❤️ just driving down old country roads blaring my radio with nowhere to go… some people don’t.

I ❤️ babies… some people don’t.

I ❤️ man-buns… some people don’t.

I ❤️ dancing with my eyes shut all alone in the middle of a dance floor… some people don’t.

I ❤️ playing the guitar… some people don’t.

I ❤️ playing the piano… some people don’t.

I ❤️ fitness challenges… some people don’t.

I ❤️ girls nights… some people don’t.

I ❤️ girls trips… some people don’t.

I ❤️ Key West… some people don’t.

I ❤️ bonfires… some people don’t.

I ❤️ karaoke… some people don’t.

I ❤️ taking pics of my babies & sharing them… some people don’t.

I ❤️ float trips… some people don’t.

I ❤️ flip flops in the summer, UGGS in the winter & 4” heels when I’m feeling feisty… some people don’t.

I ❤️ traditional church services with gray-haired-filled-choirs & old school hymns… some people don’t.

I ❤️ outside concerts from way back in the lawn seats… some people don’t.

I ❤️ being an adult and getting to steer my own life path… some people don’t.

I ❤️ pigtails… some people don’t.

I ❤️ hair chalk… some people don’t.

I ❤️ my family… some people don’t.

I ❤️ being Irish… some people don’t.

I ❤️ ReddiWip… some people don’t.

I ❤️ ridiculously hot baths that make you dizzy & nauseous… some people don’t.

I ❤️ playing Big Buck Hunter… some people don’t.

I ❤️ mushroom-hunting… some people don’t.

I ❤️ dark chocolate & dry red wine… some people don’t.

I ❤️ pizza… some people don’t.

I ❤️ oysters… some people don’t.

I ❤️ any body of water… some people don’t.

I ❤️ driving boats… some people don’t.

I ❤️ reading… some people don’t.

I ❤️ writing posts, songs, blogs, and books… some people don’t.

I ❤️ Christmas morning… some people don’t.

I ❤️ really scary movies… some people don’t.

I ❤️ rocking chairs on the front porch… some people don’t.

I ❤️ Christianity… some people don’t.

I ❤️ our active military & veterans… some people don’t.

I ❤️ our law enforcement officers… some people don’t.

I ❤️ our flag… some people don’t.

I ❤️ our POTUS… some people don’t.

I ❤️ the USA… some people don’t.

SO

If you ❤️ all the things I do, you probably just dig the shit out of me already! 😂

BUT

If you don’t ❤️ any or all of the same things I do, you have a couple choices…

#1 You can hate me because you don’t ❤️ the same things I do.

OR

#2 You can appreciate that we’re different, and just dig the shit out of me anyway!

Because I can promise you, my friend circle is not dictated by me finding clones of myself.

#bekind

#itsnotjustaboutyou

#diversityisbetter

Enough.

Punching off some serious steam.

Because I’m not ok.

I could be ok…but I am not.

I could choose to just be ok… but I DO not.

Because everyday our freedoms continue to be more restricted.

And yet so many people seem ok with less & less freedom.

Because of social-media censorship, or really just censorship in general.

And yet so many people seem ok being censored.

Because of the clear political games that are wreaking havoc on our nation.

And yet so many people seem ok with these games.

Because of the horrific impact these games are going to have on the development of our children.

And yet so many people seem ok blindly-accepting negatively impacting our youth.

Because too many hospitals & clinics have now been found falsely inflating COVID numbers for financial gains.

And yet not only are people ok with fake health data, these same people actually continue to believe and quote the statistics from the media … and therefore, are also quarantining themselves accordingly.

Because big businesses are essential and therefore carry on generating huge amounts of revenue as usual, but most small businesses are being crippled w/ restrictions & expensive “requirements” … resulting in many of these family-owned businesses closing their doors.

And yet so many people seem ok with these absurd and clearly politically & financially-driven policies.

Because regardless of any action(s) we take in life, we KNOW we are all going to die…

And yet so many people seem ok not living at all… stopping their lives, in fact…. to try and avoid any possibility (0.02%) of death.

Because racism & hatred haven’t been cured or corrected or even slowed, but instead are now spreading towards law enforcement personnel &/or anyone with differing political views.

And yet so many people seem ok with this expanding hate.

Because violence & destruction continues to escalate all over our country.

And yet so many people seem ok with ripping our country to pieces.

Because…

Because…

Because…

Because we are grown-ass adults living through all of this nonsensical, political, tyrannical bullshit…

And yet so many people are just ok …

#enoughbullshit

#bealion