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Growing up, I didn’t pay much attention to my fingernails. My stepfather did make me show him my nails before I ate sometimes. I learned to use a nail brush, the little plastic kind with a curve at each end of the handle. Before a wrestling match in high school and college, the referee would sometimes examine my nails.
I am surprised at how often I use my nails: pick up paper and other fine, delicate, hard-to-grasp things. I have been tempted to have an attendant in a nail salon that takes care of my toenails paint my fingernails. There are so many gorgeous colors! But, I think painted fingernails and toenails for that matter would send the wrong signal about who and what I am.
I don’t have any brothers but I have a sister. She was a steady companion throughout childhood. Here are some blog posts about this marvelous person:
Still Have the Treasure 8/26/2009
The Little Sweetie 1/1/2010
What Does It Mean? 8/28/2022
My Sister and Stairs 10/27/2023
Bring Her Home 7/102024
All of the above are posts in Fear, Fun and Filoz.
People who have master’s or doctor’s degrees have read much. So, when teaching teachers who already have master’s but want further credits to qualify for a raise, the subject of all that reading they have done comes up. I taught a course that focused on a review of all that a student had read, from the Little Golden book, The Pokey Little Puppy, to that horror novel that is keeping her up nights. I think it is fun to reflect on reading that has mattered.
Attempting to recall reading done, following up on current ideas and habits and trying to nail down memories and authors that influence one’s present state and be useful. The only assignment for the course was to make a list of all that one has read. I was not able to check the list but longtime students of mature years were enthusiastically looking through grandparents’ attic at old jr. high and college books for titles they thought they had read, at least a little.
I taught a course about giving tests and grades in school. For many teachers, giving grades is a distasteful job. You like the students but you have to hurt some of them with a low grade. I came to promote and use an approach to grades that resulted in 100% of the students getting the highest grade, an “A”. Was I lying about them? No, I advocated a slight change in the meaning of the grade.
I had earned merit badges as a Boy Scout. Badges that could be earned were listed in the handbook. Each badge had ten or so requirements that had to be completed before that badge was given. It seemed a straightforward approach and I used it in my courses.
Many people think of a teacher’s grade as something like I suppose St. Peter or one of God’s officers gives at the entrance of Heaven. I say take a less all-seeing approach. Lay out what a student is supposed to show an understanding of. If all the understandings are shown, hand over the badge, I mean, award the high grade for complete achievement.