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More feelings on Knox County School Rezoning

In the comment thread at No Silence Here, I was asked to justify one of my statements.

Doug, you say that “it makes no sense to bus us twice the distance when an equal number of students are being bused the other direction.” How do you know that the number of West-to-Bearden students is the same as the Bearden-to-West students? I didn’t know that data was available. … please don’t fabricate data to support your point. [Source]

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…Yesterday with the site overwhelmed, I was only able to pull up the Master Map and had to guess the number of houses in the rezone since the numbers do not seem to be released. It certainly would be nice to look at the numbers as well as the socio-economic demographics.

Counting plots on the West to Bearden map (and my eyes may be crossing at this early morning time) numbers at roughly 275 potential houses. Naturally, not all of those will have children but for the purposes of zoning it should be assumed that they all could provide children.

I won’t bother counting plots on the Bearden to West map because my neighborhood alone is 120 some odd houses.

I am not fabricating data but interpreting what has been provided. Mullins needs to provide more data and better explain the moves. Tell you what. Let’s not move those West students to Bearden…I guessed 275 houses. And then not move my neighborhood plus some from Bearden to West. Selfish? Yes! Why disrupt families and possibly property values by just moving eggs from one basket to another? Zone the newly developing neighborhoods (and we see them all over the place) into the schools to create the balance of students rather than disrupting existing neighborhood zones.

I have spent the better part of decade committing myself to an elementary school, a middle school, and a high school. I have established relationships with teachers and principals. I have volunteered time and self into helping those schools evolve into the system I wanted my children educated within. I have had one on one discussions with Lindsey to correct problems (one such problem took 3 years to resolve). Now, I have to start over again and I do not see a good reason for it.

West may be a great school. What makes a school successful is the community that feeds it and the attitude and efforts of its staff. If the community is aggressive in supporting the school, such as Rocky Hill Elementary, then the school will be phenomenal. I do not know the West community and staff but am familiar enough with the school to be very dejected. This dishevel feels comparable to moving into a new city but not having the luxury of evaluating the neighborhood I have moved into.

This plan is flawed and needs to be voted down.

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West High’s D.A.R.E. Hands-on Program

With the bad news that we are being rezoned for West High School, I thought I should look for some positive information about the school. Apparently, the D.A.R.E. program gives the students beer and cigarettes so after a hard day of work I should be able to ask my daughter to pass me a smoke and a brewsky. And before someone asks, why is it bad? I have spent the better part of a decade being involved in Rocky Hill, Bearden Middle, and Bearden High. On one issue, I was on the phone regularly for 3 years including one on one chats with Lindsey to solve the problem. I have a vested interested in the school. And I feel strongly that this upheaval is socio-economic and not about overcrowding.

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I feel the Reaper staring at me

On days like today, I wonder if I’ll make it another 10 years.

In my single digit years, I never pondered my own demise. In my teens, I wanted to be immortal. In my teens and twenties, I acted like I was immortal, feared nothing, pushed beyond my limits with everything, and challenged Death. My thirties have seen me fatigued, mentally and physically worn out, and a focus on my children instead of me; mortally has different meaning to me now. For my sake and theirs, I hope that I am in the middle of my life and not at the end.

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Clear your mind for sleep

Yesterday I had the pleasure of cuddling with my wife for an hour and a half long nap. I thought of nothing but my wife and it was the deepest, most restful sleep I have had in ages.

Last night I "slept" for 7 hours (when I intended an hour and a half) having an anxiety attack in my dreams, tossing and turning, waking on the hour every hour, dreaming of work-solutions-medical problems-money-paperwork-mistakes of my past, and talking in my sleep. I felt better before I laid down last night.

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Happy Easter!

Easter Eggs

We had a wonderful Easter with two minor hiccups each reminding me that when I screw up I do it big. Other than those blemishes, we had a clean house, a pleasant visit from the grandparents, good treatment from Peter Cotton Tail, good food, happy children, relaxed times, a deep renewing nap, and no stress! Our Easter egg hunt was indoors thanks to the frigid temperatures outside and when the children declared that all eggs were discovered I was able to grin and announce that the five children had missed 17 eggs! (turns out they really missed 20+-) Our hunt consisted of plastic, candy filled eggs and 38 hardboiled colored eggs. In the end 2 hardboiled eggs were missing. The first turned out to be a joke by the children on me; they re-hid one! Of course, I was only looking where I knew eggs had been hidden. A game of hot and cold got Dad to the egg. The final hardboiled egg was searched for and searched for until finally it was discovered in the sink erator. Rather, Cathy remembered that when she was dumping out the egg dye that a forgotten egg when kerthulup straight into the in-sink-erator and was unrecoverable but still fun to try to find.

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Tongue faster than brain!

When the college student at the liquor store suggests that the bottle of wine you are holding also comes in a label without the two lesbian women kissing on it, and that your wife might appreciate the plain label, don’t respond with "Ah, but the other night she had a…oh, tmi." and think you can leave the store without finishing the story.

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Social Ineptitude

I had one of those very strange moments. I bumped into an old friend and mentor this evening. I was overjoyed to see him and his wife. However, as an influx of blocked memories overwhelmed me and my mind reeled with conflicting thoughts on how to summarize my past 15 year while networking (he works where I would like to) and re-establishing a friendship, and all I could do is babble incoherently. You know. Your tongue swells up and your IQ drops 80 points. I parted company with my friends but decided not to let go of the awkwardness as I spoke nonsense to the cashier danced with other patrons as we tried to negotiate right of way, bumped into people entering the store as I tried to exit and froggered across the parking lot to my car where I realized I had forgotten to finishing my shopping.

As an extrovert who likes to entertain I think I have social skills down pretty well. I have always been an adult, although my permanent age is probably 24 or 18, and as such throughout my life I have found myself in social situations trying to keep the perfect rhythm of conversation, that balance of who leads who gets to be the subject of conversation and assuring that everyone gets a moment of self-importance. Often I review a conversation in my head thinking of the blunders and missed opportunities or lost points. Conversation is an art and it must be practiced. Locked away in my basement and having less and less adult contact, I feel my conversational skills slipping away. More and more I leave a conversation with almost a teenage awkwardness wondering why my head feels so fuzzy. Blast that brain cloud!

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Ghost Pain

When I was in middle school or early high school I had an unusual bump on my leg. I ended up a at dermatologist freezing off a wart and asked about the bump. On inspection, the doctor explained that it looked like a foreign object in my leg. His suspicion was that a mosquito bit me and when it got swatted a piece of the insect remained in my leg and a cyst grew around it. This was frozen off and left a small scar which remains bright white when my legs tan. On occasion, like today, that spot on my leg makes me very aware that at one point it had an issue. There is no reason for the feeling and it is not hurtful but as if someone had a fingertip touching that spot on my leg with firm pressure. Of course, this is nothing compared to my wife’s weather toe and weather front detecting migraines. Now she has talent!

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Backup your feeds!

I highly recommend you take a moment and export your list of feeds from which ever feed reader you are using. I use SharpReader but it would appear an unexpected shutdown of windows may have trashed my reading list and I have no backup. That means all the locked posts that I have saved for future reference–gone. All the blogs, news, groups, et al–gone. If a reboot does not recover my list, it will be a nice purge. However, there are some that I had put up "just to try" that I may not be able to recover and they will be sorely missed. What a slap in the face! On the other hand, I bet my productivity goes up.

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The benefits of no ac

With the air conditioning broken, we have the pleasure of being reminded of the sounds our normally closed windows block. The birds singing the backyard often sound like they are in the house. The pitter patter of the light rain is relaxing and the smell of its cleansing relieving. There is beauty in sleeping with the windows open. We are fortunate that the air conditioning is broken right now.