Scheiss Weekly

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I See Stupid People

  Mamacita says:  It worries me that so many of our students don’t have enough schema to make simple connections – at least, what were once considered simple connections. You know.  Those people, places, events, and stories that EVERYBODY knows? Or, rather, these days, knew. . . . The universe is incomprehensible only to those [...]

I Worry About the Future

Mamacita says:  I worry about the future. I worry about the future for different reasons than most people’s reasons.  I worry about the future because present generations aren’t learning about the past. Seriously.  Our students don’t seem to have anything to make connections to, these days.  They believe ridiculous things on Facebook updates.  They don’t [...]

Nuts and Balls

Mamacita says: I’m going to miss the huge shagbark hickory tree in the front yard (we’re moving) but I am so tired of walking on nuts. I’m tired of hearing them flop and fall all over the place. I’m tired of a constant barrage of nuts trying to dent the car. I’m tired of my [...]

Ten Things I Still Haven’t Done Yet

Mamacita says: Here are Ten Things I Haven’t Done Yet.  Still.  At this point, why hurry? 1.  I still haven’t ever used an ATM machine.  Someone told me you had to put money in there to get money out.  Well, that lets me out of that one. 2.  Oprah’s off the air now, so my [...]

Wherein I Mourn the Death of Common Sense, and Admit to my Fogeyness

Mamacita says:  I hate to think I’m turning into a fogey, or, even worse,  am already there, but it seems to me that people are getting more and more ignorant by the minute.  It doesn’t seem as though they’re doing it accidentally, or against their will, either; it seems as if they’re happy being ignorant  [...]

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 and still can’t remember to bring a pencil to school. And no, he can’t borrow [...]

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 the ball games and got the big bucks. . . .Okay, let’s not go there. [...]

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 and I couldn’t wait for morning to go get some. But that isn’t really funny [...]

Good Teaching Is Like Good Stand-Up.

Mamacita says:  I love children, and I love students of all ages, and I love teaching, and I love genuine education in all of its 6-degrees-of-separation wonder. Everything is connected – everything in the known and unknown universe is connected. Nothing exists only within the four walls of a classroom. It often happens – I [...]

Potty Mouth, Wiggly Little Boys, Recess, and Reading

“No two people are alike, and both of them are damn glad of it.” Mamacita says:  That’s a quotation; that’s not me saying “damn,” although I frequently occasionally do. I am, to my shame, greatly afflicted with “potty mouth,” and although I managed to control it somewhat while my children were tiny,  it’s back, in [...]