A Lament for Monday Morn in Spring Monday, Mar 31 2014 

Woe to Wisteria when fetters of obligation bind me to this desk!

Woe to Wisteria when fetters of obligation bind me to this desk!

sitting in this morning’s bitter cup
turns to dregs of lukewarm Monday woe
as rising sun beams sweetly
on blossoms and bumblebees of spring,
out there where I am not.
Woe is me!

Humble Rewards of the Profession: Why I am proud to be an educator Friday, Mar 28 2014 

Principal Gabe Sonnier, Movin' on up!  (Photo from BR Morning Advocate)

Principal Gabe Sonnier, Movin’ on up! (Photo from BR Morning Advocate)

Why am I an educator? I have an illustration.

In my 35 year career in teaching and learning, the most moving success that my work touched is Gabe Sonnier. Mr. Sonnier became the principal of a St. Landry Parish elementary school last November. What makes that story rich is that for over 20 years, he was the custodian at that same school.

He started his college degree as a 39 year old adult at LSU Eunice where I work, attending night classes. He swept and mopped school floors by day and attended classes in his spare time. It took him 6 years to finish the B.S. in elementary Ed. He jokes that he went from emptying student paper from trash cans to grading student papers.

He started teaching at his school right away, but he also continued into graduate school and earned his M.Ed. in Administration and Supervision. And then he became principal!

To me, Gabe’s story represents the mission of teaching and learning. CBS did a piece on him last month. More of his heart warming story is online.

Beware those “Vaut pas Rien”: Worthless Mutts Tuesday, Mar 18 2014 

My wife devoted a considerable portion of her afternoon yesterday to chauffeuring Sadie and Marley to the vet for their bi-annual ritual of preventatives, check-ups, and vaccinations. Of course, the royal mutts must be chauffeured in turn, one at a time, because a single driver trying to manage the two at once creates an unreasonably dangerous driving hazard. So the time and effort required for the operation is two-fold.Sadie and Marley

In addition to the bite out of Mommy’s time, they also took a $110 bite out of Mommy’s and Papa’s bank account. I suppose I should be happy that the cost was not more, but considering that we rescued both of those dogs as young strays running the cruel streets of town, gave them a loving home, and spoiled them unmercifully for the last six to eight years hence, they should be paying us. Or at least we should qualify for a grant from the SPCA.

But instead, we’re stuck with that pair of vaut pas riens (good for nothings) whose principle industry accomplishes little more than pollute the back yard with puppy poops (that I have to pick up), create barren trails in the lawn where their comings and goings kill the grass, shed frizzy tufts of hair that have to be vacuumed regularly inside the house, and then expect two meals a day, in addition to their daily requirement of after-lunch People Crackers and dog bone biscuit treats.

If I had any sense, I’d take them to the vet and pay $35 one time to have them peacefully put to sleep. But I guess I don’t have any sense. It seems those worthless mutts have the manipulative means of robbing us of both our practical sense as well as our dollars and cents.

I can’t say I wasn’t warned, for the truth about dogs is biblical. In Philipians 3:2, St. Paul, who must have been a dog owner and knew the truth, said it straight up: “Beware the dogs…” I must have missed my memory verse the Sunday we covered that one, and now it’s too late, for as the Psalmist also wrote, “Dogs surround me, a pack of villains encircles me.”

Sadie and Marley: a pack of villains harbored in my back yard.

Daylight Savings Time Saves More Than Daylight Thursday, Mar 13 2014 

“Spring, do your thing!”

Longer days and moderating temps work wonders for the soul tormented by too much winter.

Longer days and moderating temps work wonders for the soul tormented by too much winter.

Revealing expressions of spring on happy faces this afternoon at the Circle Park! At last, after this wildest and most relentless of Gulf Coast winters in memory, Daylight Savings Time arrived last weekend. So did moderate weather, ushered in under sunswept blue skies.

Even as the change of time saves daylight, at least at the end of days, so do bright, balmy evenings save morale at the end of this wooliest of winters.

School Rules, 1992 Style Tuesday, Mar 11 2014 

The LHS Mighty Lion never misses announcements.

The LHS Mighty Lion never misses announcements.

Looking through some hand-written creative scribbles from yesteryear, I looked on the front side of the shcool announcement rag whose back side I was using to scratch out a piece-that-never-made-it-public draft of a draft. The mimeographed announcement sheet wasn’t dated at the top, but I could tell from the dates among the announcements that it came from August 1992. One announcement about a copy of a speech captivated me as a potential example of “found” poetry–Here’s what it said concerning one of the important dates related to AY1992-93 freshman elections deadlines:

Tuesday, September 8: DEADLINE FOR TURNING IN A COPY OF SPEECH. There will be a time limit on each speech. This will be discussed later. A copy of your speech must be turned in to Mrs. ___ or Mr. ___ by 2:25 p.m. on Tuesday, September 8. If you are absent from school on Tuesday, September 8, and you have not turned in your speech, you must make arrangements with someone to get it to Mrs. ___ or Mr. ___ by 2:25 p.m., Tuesday, September 8. THERE WILL BE NO EXCEPTIONS TO THIS DEADLINE! The speech may not be changed after it is turned in. If you do NOT turn in your speech by the deadline, you ARE still eligible to run, you WILL be allowed to sit on the stage, but you WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO GIVE YOUR SPEECH. Keep a copy your speech for yourself.

1992 was before the text message era when we declared the etiquette that using all caps amounts to screaming. Old school or not, this announcement is a scream!

The winter of our discontent: Hell’s chilling season! Sunday, Mar 9 2014 

Count ’em–5 winter weather advisories this season. Normally, we get one winter advisory every 5 years!

Not sure what’s up with the broader populace, but trust me: We the locals are fed up.

How about some “springing”

Icey ice: Nobody knows what to do with it!

Icey ice: Nobody knows what to do with it!

for a change?