How Education Can Work

Swinging Meg polaroid

The “Send” button has been pushed on Meg’s last college application. It’s over. She’s done all she can do and now it’s up to the admission’s gods to decide her freshman year fate.

What a relief to have this part of the process over. Soon I hope to write more about the admissions process. I am sorry to say, but it’s a dreadful process. What should be an exciting time in my daughter’s life isn’t. It was a long autumn in our house, filled with many moments of tears and upset. I just don’t remember it being this way when I was a senior in high school. But that was 30 years ago. Apparently Meg’s reaction to this nasty process was quite like that of many of her classmates, at least I get that impression from the other parents and kids to whom I speak.

Meg wants to write a book about it. I think she should. But that’s for another day. Today I want to share with you the very last of the 20 essays she wrote for the applications. The experience she writes about in this essay is such a wonderful contrast to the post I wrote here about what’s wrong with our educational system. Continue reading

How We Are Messing Up Education: Let Me Count The Ways

Meg's library

It’s 6:49 a.m. and with what can only be described as a grumble, my daughter Meg says goodbye as she heads out the front door.

6:49 a.m.

The morning bell rings at 7:10 a.m.

21 minutes for her to drive to school, park, go to her locker and be in her home room seat.

Good thing we live close or she’d be leaving even earlier like many of her classmates.

Her day will be composed of seven class periods. AP Biology (double period), AP English, AP Calculus, AP Government and Economics, French 3 and Art 2.

Between each class she will have four minutes to go to her locker and make it to her next class before the bell rings. Her school is two stories. She has told me, “Don’t even think about trying to go to the bathroom during that time. It’s impossible. So I don’t drink during the day.”

At 11:02 she will have lunch. Her lunch will last 24 minutes. Continue reading

White Wine In The Sun

white wine in the sun

The car is packed and we are ready to leave. We are about to head out on our 11 hour journey north to Neal’s mom’s house for our Christmas trip to see grandma, the cousins, and aunts and uncles. But before we leave, I just had to share a song with you, it’s one Meg introduced me to, and one that has become a Christmas time favorite. I like it because it speaks of the kind of love I want my kids to know from their family.

So, today at Life&Ink we are going to do something different. Instead of reading, get up, pop the cork off a bottle of white wine, pour yourself a glass and enjoy a feel good song.

As Elton John sang in a different song line, “My gift is my song and this one’s for you.”

May love surround you this Christmas season.

Cheers!

When Halloween and Thanksgiving Collide

When my kids were growing up I made a rule that once they were out of elementary school they could no longer go trick-or-treating. It wasn’t my plan to be mean momma, not at all. I just always thought older kids going to their neighbors asking for candy is tacky.

So when middle school rolled around the kids still dressed up, but they stayed home and became the candy giver-outers.

And I was so pleasantly pleased to watch them both accept and embrace becoming the givers.

Ted though, now 21, has ceased being part of door duty. To him the best part of Halloween is November 1st, and going to the grocery store to buy half-priced candy. That’s Ted.

But Meg, my senior in high school, still looks forward to dressing up. So when she asked me if I would sew her a Merida (from the movie Brave) costume for her last Halloween at home, how could I do anything but look back at my Scottish-blooded, award-winning archer, with a head full of curly red hair girl and say anything but YES! Continue reading

My High Schooler’s Stress About Failure And My Blogging Anniversary

Last night I stayed up late talking to my rather upset daughter Meg. She is a senior in high school and based on the amount of ice cream consumed in the past couple of days, she is a very stressed young lady.

Together we sat on her bed and rather than reading a sweet bedtime story like days past, we talked about the cold, hard realities of her life at this moment.

GPA, Class Rank, SAT, ACT, AP… all these numbers, and all these distinctions, are driving her nuts and causing her to think less about herself. Like somehow she doesn’t add up.

Sadly, it isn’t just in the autism world we have labels and distinctions and this’s and that’s.

Oh Dear God what are we doing to our children? What are we doing to each other?

The pressure to perform that we put on children is ridiculous. It just is. Last year I got an email from Meg’s school notifying all volunteer parent monitors of the AP tests that we were not allowed to bring our laptops to the exams. Apparently the College Board has discovered, in attempts to get better scores, some ADULTS have been using their computers to help students cheat. Really.

It’s just not worth it.

Nothing you have to cheat for is worth it. Nothing that you have to think you must be perfect for is worth it. Nothing that makes you feel less than whole, less than worthy, is worth it.

It just isn’t.

And that’s what I told Meg last night.

Stop trying to be perfect and just be yourself.

“But all the stupid things I did, the mistakes I made in 9th and 10th grade…” she said.

“You were a child my dear and what you call “mistakes” are actually your life lessons and what matters is not that you made mistakes, but how you learn to respond to them and to so-called failure and any college that does not believe that and cannot see the magnificent person you are, well, that is not a college you want to go to.”

“But my GPA is a sucky 3.74…” she said.

“First of all, your school is challenging. It didn’t get to be the number one ranked public school in the state by being easy. And you took chances, you make mistakes.” I pointed out. “You were curious about Mandarin, so you took the class. It was hard. You didn’t do well. Forget for a moment GPA points, you LEARNED. You learned about trying something new, reaching out of your comfort zone, getting in over your head, but sticking it out. You may not see it now, it may not be reflected in your class rank, but dear, there is so much more depth to who you are than numbers that add up to 3.25.

“But Meg, more than anything, you CARE about what you do. You put your heart in it. And caring will not only get you to where you want to go, but will provide you more internal satisfaction than any externally derived number ever will. Don’t stop caring, don’t let judging, labels and confining, conforming systems ever stop you from valuing yourself. That is a life well lived. That my dear is success, and that is exactly what you are.”

And with that my girl lightened up just a little and with a kiss to the forehead I bid her good night.

And speaking of success…

It has been a year since I started my blog.

Wow!

I had no idea what I was doing, still don’t, but I really love doing this. I love sitting down at my computer and working to weave stories that may resonate with others. I love that I have the opportunity to share my experiences, be it two decades of autism or how I’ve learned to remember to laugh. It feels good to share with you, and as I told Meg, IT FEELS GOOD TO CARE.

I care about this blog. And I care about my readers.

To everyone who has visited, liked, commented and followed… I sincerely thank you.

Overcoming my own fears of failure and putting my thoughts “out there” for others to read has been huge and with your support I have been able to do so. Your reading makes my efforts complete. For writing is just like the cupcake in the above image, it is not until someone consumes it that it truly becomes delicious.

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