To Weed or Not to Weed... That is the question.

So... needless to say, as a high school teacher, I have some strong feelings about the whole "legalizing marijuana" trend. Currently, I do not know how I would vote on a general legalization of weed the likes of the Colorado legislation... I do not know because the issue is not only complicated, but like many hot topic issues, each side throws the extreme or ridiculous examples out to prove their points. So... for those of you who are seeing this trend in our world and considering "all sides"... I guess this is for you? Or for me to sort out how I feel? Guess we'll see...

First of all, I've always been confused by our country's devout allegiance to alcohol (especially given its well-known downfalls) in the face of its "anti-weed" policies. Have you ever been around an alcoholic? They can be extremely scary... when they drive drunk they seem to think they are in a race to win and everyone else on the road is an enemy... In fact, over 10,000 people died in drunk driving accidents last year (about 31% of car related deaths)... yikes. I've always joked that I'd prefer to be on the road with a bunch of stoners... they aren't out to race- they aren't pissed off- they are just enjoying the scenery... but last year about 12% of car accident related deaths were due to weed (and it is only now legal in 2 states- not counting medical usage). Huh. That doesn't seem promising. But- some of the medical uses of the drug are priceless, amazing, and simply important. The apparent hypocrisy of a legal system that allows for prescription narcotics, alcohol and cigarettes while outlawing marijuana needs to be addressed...

Still, my biggest problem is what I see in the teen population usage. I should qualify this by saying these are simply my observations, discussed and agreed upon with other teachers, but still, my non-scientific observations: Kids who avoid "altering" their brains through alcohol or weed tend to do much better getting through school and either going on to college or a secure job. Teens who indulge in alcohol don't do as well, but generally make it through school, graduate and move onto college or jobs... very few of them come to school drunk (yes, of course it does happen, but it is rare)... so while they are in the learning environment they might be fighting hangovers, but most of them are pretty lucid.

HOWEVER... the stoners can be a sad crowd. As teachers we tend to like these kids- they are mellow, sweet, and get along with most kids (doesn't sound sad does it?) But smoking in school diminishes a kid's chance of successfully completing high school drastically. DRASTICALLY. Marijuana is often in the systems of students while they are in school... and those poor, sweet kids aren't learning much of anything, and certainly aren't doing homework. The drug doesn't just mellow them- it tends to take away all their motivation. Most of our dropouts are "pot-heads"... I recognize this has many possible reasons- maybe that students didn't achieve much in school, and THEN began using... who knows... but there is a relation between the two... and I find it painful when a kid stops caring about his or her own future. Certainly, this is a generalization, and there are users who manage the system well, but so many of the kids don't seem able to make choices when high that will move them toward actually graduating.

The beginning of the year, I point out the dragonfly kite-thing I have hanging in my room. I warn students that when I pull the string attached to it, and it appears to "fly" it is very difficult for the stoners to look away. I then show them how it flies. The funny part of this is that as teens (big kids) none of them can look away from it... it is mesmerizing. The stoners however, heeding my warning, immediately look away. Busted.

I still don't know how I feel about legalizing it for recreational use. There are so many arguments- but whatever we, as a society choose to do on this issue, we have to be careful with our kids. The teenagers look like adults, but their brains are still developing... and they learn from our examples.

Coca-Cola, Maleficent, cleverness, the morning news and a tablespoon of hope!

Some people are simply ridiculously clever. Seriously. They actually make me feel bad about myself, and frankly, I'm somewhat clever myself (necessity for my job!). In the last few days, it feels as if the world has been insisting I take note of the brilliance of humans... not just their intelligence, but our capacity for creativity.

Have you seen the new Coke campaign? Someone at the Coca-Cola headquarters said, "Hey... what if we put names on the bottles... 'Share this Coke with John' or 'Share this Coke with Sara'"... the timing on this couldn't be better... in the midst of the "selfie" craze (does anyone actually know the correct spelling of that word by the way?) what the Coke folks have done is create an ad campaign that actually generates more ad campaigns... I go to the store and see a bottle that has a name on it of someone I know. I buy it. I take a selfie with the bottle and upload the picture to my social media websites... boom. They put a name on the bottle, and I just gave them an audience of over 1000 people looking at me drinking their product. But it gets better! I tag that friend (who's name is on the bottle) and it appears on her page, and all of her friends see it... then maybe she thinks it is cool, and does the same when she sees a bottle. Simple. Brilliant. The Coke people are using the greatest fad of the moment to sell their stuff... yes, it is terrible for you, but really? How much fun is this?

In other "clever news"... I went to see the film Maleficent a couple of days ago. As a kid raised on Disney, I was initially shocked to see a cute-wide-eyed-sweet child with the name of one of the worst Disney villains (because come on... who curses a BABY???). Still, I watched, and was enchanted by a story that explained why the horn-sporting-black-cloak-donning-blood-red-lipstick-wearing super villain was so mean. Some clever writer got to the heart of what I keep trying to teach my kids... people are not "bad"... they behave badly out of fear or ignorance or pain... and the movie showed that- demonstrated her pain and fear and allowed a flat character of my childhood to become a multifaceted human. Humans are cool. Humans have depth and goodness and make mistakes and yet are AMAZINGLY clever.

This is a picture of little Maleficent making a friend...

So... in the news this morning there is horror, chaos, hatred, war and a downed airplane with hundreds of passengers who died... and here I am... saddened, but hopeful. Hopeful because we are so clever... hopeful because we all have a story and when we understand that, we can help each other feel less pain and fear... and our collective cleverness might just be strong enough to make this world a better place. (Imagine a heart shaped emoticon here.. I'm just not clever enough to know how to get one into the blog)...

Old stuff, new stuff, sushi and Bob Dylan...

I've been thinking about old things, new things and my attachment to each. I like old wooden furniture; I like antique dishes and teacups; I like old photos where people are smiling, but not the creepy ones where they all look like they are attending their own funerals... eek.I like old books (wayyyyy too much), old table-clothes without stains, old suitcases, old friends who knew me before I was a grown-up, old-fashioned candy (but not old candy- uhh...yuck), old theaters, antique clothing, old doo-wop music and I LOVE my old vinyl albums.

Still, I'm not one to just sit in the past... I like new music: Mumford and Sons, Imagine Dragons, Florence and the Machine... and so many more. I like our new "smart" TV... a lot. I like my "new" town far more than the town in which I was raised (sorry Irvine...). I like technology. I LOVE my kids... and they are definitely "new" relatively speaking. I like the new trends in our world toward acceptance and equality. I like my new friends who make me try new things- like sushi! (Please understand, I've had 46 years of REALLY disliking fish in general. Tuna sandwiches are acceptable on rare occasions, but fish, generally tastes FISHY. Never understood why you people like that stuff...) Yes, my new friends, because they are new have the power to make me try new things... because sometimes when you are with newer friends, you don't want to sound like a 5 year old who refuses to try stuff. Sushi? Really? It had to be sushi... fine. I'll be darned if I didn't love the stuff on the first try. New is good too.

But what I have recently realized is that the coolest stuff (with the exception of my kids of course, who are the coolest stuff in my world) seems to be old things that are somehow made new, or new things that have roots in the "old". For instance: I bought an old album today- a Bob Dylan classic. I hate to admit I hadn't ever heard it before. I listened to it, loved it, and it was NEW music in my world. Yet this "new" thing to our world called "blogging" is really just a form of a diary entry, or an open letter to the world. In a day and age where we mostly wish to communicate information on YouTube (which I liked until it got to the point where NOTHING loads)I like the idea that I can write my thoughts- old school style... in full sentences... just words- and the newness of online blogs reminds me of a world when we wrote each other letters... sent them in the mail and waited a month for a response.

I think it might be time to "rediscover" the lost art of letter writing... let's make new the old art of that communication... who's in?

Taco Tuesdays and a bit of philosophical rambling... (or "Would you like some cilantro with that tradition?")

You know those events, days, things, meals...whatever we look forward to because we've done it many times before? I am a bit of a tradition junkie... and I struggle when the people around me decide they are sort of "done" with one of our traditions. Some people thrive on new experiences, and granted, I love those too, but there is something so wonderfully comforting in revisiting a "tradition"... I honestly believe they are incredibly good for us as well: anchors in our chaotic lives- strongholds in our weakened psyches- moments we can count on as "good", "happy" or even "fun"... otherwise why would we choose to visit them time and again?

Today I went shopping for "Taco Tuesday"... this is certainly not a tradition we made up, but about 5 years ago, before my eldest daughter could drive, we created our own version of it. It is simple: kids, tacos, soda, dessert, parental supervision, and whatever else comes up... sometimes it is a movie, sometimes a game of Apples to Apples... and sometimes a rousing competition at "Just Dance" on the wii. My kids invite whomever they wish... and we eat until the food is gone... talk until we are tired... and start looking forward to doing it again the next week. For us, this happens only in the summer, as during the school year, my teaching schedule tends to limit my desire to spend MORE time with a house full of teenagers... but we sneak a few in.

The silly tradition has taught me much... first of all: teenagers LIKE to be invited over to homes and fed (not exactly the light bulb of the century, but hold on...)- and they LIKE to be given options of hanging out with friends in a healthy environment. I have learned to listen better to them: Brian S. came to one of the Tuesdays years ago and said, "hey... where's the cilantro?" I could have ignored him and thought him rude for asking for what was not on the table, but instead, in a moment of lucidity, I asked him about it. His family always uses fresh cilantro on tacos... so the next week, I bought some, tried it, loved it, and it became part of our tradition. In fact, we, as a family now always have fresh cilantro on the table for tacos (and we eat a lot of tacos... maybe my Southern California upbringing, but I LOVE them!)

And so what? So... I think this is a metaphor for our lives... we try things we like again and again... we modify them based on bad experiences, feedback, others' ideas and our own experience. We make our traditions better... but don't we do the same with our lives and ourselves? We come back to what we like about ourselves again and again... we listen to the feedback/criticism of others, try it, digest it, and decide whether or not we will allow it to become part of us. In this way, we must make ourselves listen... listen to the world around us... listen to others... but most of all listen to our inner voice- we know what makes us better.

My family were unwanted immigrants to America...

So... please attempt to not be offended by this post, as I'm just trying to explore ideas here rather than preach a message...

Yesterday's CNN headline for most of the day was, "I just want America to be the old America"... this appeared to infer the person speaking wanted America not to be "invaded" by folks from South America as the accompanying article was about illegal immigrants on a bus being stopped by the citizens of a small town and told to go back where they came from. It's all over the news... border problems... immigration policy... citizenship... etc. It is a financial nightmare and a political hot topic.

I doubt the person in that quote meant it literally... the "old America" was one prior to the European invasion. It was a place where a group of Takelma Indians inhabited the local Table Rock mountain for more than 15,000 years. It was a place of teepees, buffalo, bows, arrows, and people who had lived here for thousands of years. My European English and Irish ancestors, with the help of many of your ancestors, changed that America. It was a dreamland to my very hungry Irish ancestors who fled the potato famine in Ireland... still, who could blame them for wanting a better life? Especially as they seemed more than willing to work for it in jobs few citizens of the time wanted... the first Irish immigrants were thought of as the scum of society. They were hated and paid terrible wages...

Many years later, the grand-children, great-grand-children, and so on of these immigrants have helped shape our society and history: Gene Kelly, Georgia O'Keeffe, Harrison Ford, and Kurt Cobain have given much to the arts; Henry Ford has given us innovation; film directors like Walt Disney and Alfred Hitchcock have taught us to laugh and scream; Kate Chopin, Tom Clancy, F. Scott Fitzgerald and Anne Rice are just a few of the Irish blooded writers who have shaped our vision; Roger Ebert,Chris Matthews and Bill O'Reilly have given social and political voice to opinion and news; in fact,since Jimmy Carter was President, he and every President since have had Irish ancestry (yes,Reagan,Bush,Clinton AND Obama)... the dirty, worthless, drunken Irish immigrants have certainly made our world a richer place.

So what is it we are afraid of? Are we afraid we'll end up as bad off as the people we took this land from? That is beyond doubtful, although there are serious considerations to be made regarding job availability, government assistance, and schooling. Have we run out of room? The people of Boston sure felt that way when the Irish "invasion" occurred... there were people living in shacks on the streets... I feel so lucky that my ancestors fought the way they did... fought to make this their home... fought so that I could live the life I do...

It seems as if all of this is strangely relevant to the current immigration problem... so many threads connecting us... I don't have answers here, and I see the problems are many, but I remember being taught as a child words like: "This land is my land, this land is your land"... who was the "your" in that song? I was told America is the "land of the free and home of the brave"... so, do we exclude people in debt and cowards at our boarders?

Again... not sure where I'm going with this... the ramblings of a summer-drunk teacher with time on her hands... but I wonder what it must be like to live in a country that is so terrible you feel you must leave your family to try to make a better life... for yourself, or for your children... so terrible you are willing to send your child alone over the boarder with little other than a kiss on the forehead... these sound like brave people to me? At least as brave as the folks who boarded those large ships leaving Ireland and heading to a new world...

Dragonflies are NOT extinct... contrary to popular belief....

No... this isn't a hoax. I'm not dead. The "dragonfly" is simply re-emerging from her cocoon of grad-school and finding her voice is still present. Yep... it HAS been a while. Sorry? To the few of you who were actually following this, I really am sorry I let it go- I enjoy blogging, much to my own surprise. So for this first foray back into the land of cyberspace diaries, I think I might just "fill in the blanks"... yeah?

Grad school: Yep. I'm done. Officially a "Master" and I must admit, I loved every minute of it... well, okay, maybe not "every minute" but at least most of them. I don't know that it has made me a more highly qualified teacher as the state of Oregon thought it would, but it certainly has made me a better, happier human. I dropped off blogging when it became clear I was in over my head- but I'm done, and now am back to torture the Internet universe.

Family: So much has changed in the last couple of years... Halli has just finished her sophomore year of college, and is going strong. She made it into the highly competitive strain of the SOU theater department and is a BFA candidate in Acting. Darby just graduated high school as a class Valedictorian and will be on her way to UofO in the fall to study Human Physiology as a pre-med student. Kobie finished middle school and is the star softballer of the family. My mom is doing amazing well after the very sudden loss of my step-father last year- she continues to teach us how to live with grace...

Work: Yep. Still love it. I know... ridiculous, but true. Really tough year for teachers in the state of Oregon: new Common Core standards and proficiency grading essentially meant, for me, 16 years of teaching and lessons had to be thrown out the window for the "new way"... oi. Some good in the new ideas, but even the state is backing off of their mandates so that districts can pick and choose from policies to create systems that *hopefully* work better... it's always a crapshoot... seems to just come down to A. ability of teacher to connect and inspire B. desire of student to connect and be inspired... yep. That's it. Wish there was a magic formula, but I honestly don't believe there is.

Life: Good. Dirty, messy, broken, uplifting, funny, inspiring and so much more. Three years of grad school have meant three years of no real progress on home upkeep, or even touching the yards (and mind you, we live on 3 acres in the forest... and the forest has something to say about that and is WINNING). Marriage and children, friends and community... can't imagine life differently right now- messy but beautiful.

Oh... and we got a couple new additions to the family... after the loss of our canine babies Abu and Charlie, we decided we needed a few more... welcome Calvin and Hobbes to the family!