. . .for the convenience of asses. . . .

Mamacita says:  My very first teaching job was in a brand-new high school that was set up in a non-traditional way: some of you may remember the “mod” system? No? I feel old. Twenty-two 20-minute periods, or “mods” a day. … Continue reading

Helicopter Parents of College Students? You've GOT To Be Kidding!

Dear Helicopter Parents of College Students: Your kid is raised. Stop raising him. If he’s still an immature weenie, let life hand him/her some consequences. It’s about time somebody did. Love, Professor MeanJane P.S. Your kid is nineteen years old … Continue reading

To Literally Pinch a Loaf. . . .

Mamacita says:  I never hear the word “loaf” without remembering the last junior high dance I ever chaperoned.  I always loved to chaperone those little dances, even though we were not paid for doing so, unlike the teachers who worked … Continue reading

Community School Supplies? Hands Off My Pencils!

Mamacita says: School will be starting soon – or maybe it already has – for most kids, and each year at about this time I like to re-run this post about an issue that really, really makes me want to … Continue reading

Say Hello to My Little Friend

Mamacita says:  This is a caffeine molecule. We hang out far too much.  I had thought about writing a humorous essay about how I’ve been known to drive to WalMart at 3 a.m. for Diet Coke because we were out … Continue reading