“In math, we’re not supposed to say a line is straight. We say it’s ‘linear’ instead. My teacher says that calling anything ‘straight’ is offensive.” So reported Heloise on Saturday. My daughter is in 7th grade at Girls Academic Leadership Academy (GALA), the only all-female public school in Los Angeles County. She’s thrilled to be back in “real school,” even if she finds the district’s mandate to wear masks at all times, including outdoors, to be tiresome.
Great post- your kids are very lucky to have you as a father. My good friend Kathyrn Proud (may she rest in peace) would never use the word "straight". If she was driving I would have to say "go forward in that direction". She died in 2004. She loved New Orleans and I thought of her when Hurricane Katrina hit; I was glad she didn't have to see that.
It appears you’ve gained a better audience in your daughter & son rather than a classroom. I hope you find meaning and comfort in that.
My husband & I are not so fortunate. If our Isabella had survived, she would have worn camouflage outfits during duck hunting season her daddy and rambunctious Labrador, riding in an old beat up Ford listening to sappy George Jones.
In the spring, her mom would drag her to visit Aunt T in SF for high tea discussing topics similar to “linear” “not straight” it’s “offensive” type discussions while dancing to Mambo Kings, hoping she would’ve grown up headstrong as you’ve observed in Heloise, non- judgmental, respectful yet remain independent in thought, but most important laugh at all my jokes until her belly hurt.
Great post- your kids are very lucky to have you as a father. My good friend Kathyrn Proud (may she rest in peace) would never use the word "straight". If she was driving I would have to say "go forward in that direction". She died in 2004. She loved New Orleans and I thought of her when Hurricane Katrina hit; I was glad she didn't have to see that.
It appears you’ve gained a better audience in your daughter & son rather than a classroom. I hope you find meaning and comfort in that.
My husband & I are not so fortunate. If our Isabella had survived, she would have worn camouflage outfits during duck hunting season her daddy and rambunctious Labrador, riding in an old beat up Ford listening to sappy George Jones.
In the spring, her mom would drag her to visit Aunt T in SF for high tea discussing topics similar to “linear” “not straight” it’s “offensive” type discussions while dancing to Mambo Kings, hoping she would’ve grown up headstrong as you’ve observed in Heloise, non- judgmental, respectful yet remain independent in thought, but most important laugh at all my jokes until her belly hurt.