Where does the good go

Archive for February, 2010

Facebook status of the day

Sunday, February 28th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

There comes a point in your life when you realize:

Who matters,
Who never did,
Who won’t anymore…
And who always will.
So, don’t worry about people from your past,
there’s a reason why they didn’t make it to your present

Everything new is old again

Thursday, February 25th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

My job has this insane internet filter which knocks out any sites with the word “bl-g” “wordpr-ss” or “typep-d” Also, it bans twitter, allows facebook, but bans games on facebook. So I spend a lot of time reading statuses and leaving sad messages on people’s walls. Oh, and working. I mean totally definitely like just working all the time. Anyhoo, the only bl-gs I can read are mine, Mary’s and Ugarles’. But Mary’s background comes out all weird and hurts your face.
But that’s not the point, this is the point: Ugarles, actually, I think it’s a Carrie post has an interesting piece up about trying to get a charter school started in East Flatbush – er…I mean, Prospect Lefferts Gardens? The charter school folks want to temporarily house the science focussed school in the brick and mortar home of PS 92. AKA PS Forgot about you or PS They will stab you or PS um something something real bad ending in you.
Remember how I told you kids made fun of me for “talking white”? Yeah, those kids went to P.S. 92.
This school was where I was supposed to go, based on geography, but instead my mom made me take the placement test for PS 235’s SOAR program (I don’t remember what that stood for, but there was a rainbow shooting toward the sky with a star at the end of it, so imagine it was something good.) That’s where I went.
Two things stand out for me about the argument during the meeting that Carrie reports on: 1. Damn, really? 30 years and PS 92 still sucks? What happened to not leaving children behind? 2. How big is the set on the folks who want to house their “good school” in the bad school? Big and brassy, I’d imagine. (One of the funnier lines was the person who asked if the Charter school kids would be getting bodyguards?)
The thing about PS 235 is that apparently, it sucks too; but somehow they manage to keep the SOAR kids isolated from the suckiness. We had our own lunch times, our own recess times, our own classrooms and assigned teachers. The first time I even realized there were non-SOAR kids and classrooms was in fifth grade when my teacher took ill in the middle of the day and they didn’t have enough seats for my whole class in the other SOAR sections, so we got divvied up into the regular classes. I will never forget the terrified 3 hours I spent in a FIFTH grade class with children I’d never seen in my FIVE years at the school learning the difference between mines and mine. We’re right next door analyzing Romeo and Juliet and these mugs are saying poems to remind them that the first person possessive doesn’t have an ess on the end.
When we reconvened with a substitute teacher the next day, my classmates all had similar stories.
I don’t know how 235 manages it, and I know there was some blowback from “the community” about the disparity. So I’d venture to say that sticking a charter school in the midst of PS I wouldn’t want to be you will be an uphill battle.

Whale kills trainer

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Um…yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

Ok, who loves me the mostest?

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

And is sending me to the Oscars this year?

Rest In Peace

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Lucille Clifton 1936-2010

by Lucille Clifton

me and you be sisters.
we be the same.

me and you
coming from the same place.

me and you
be greasing our legs
touching up our edges.

me and you
be scared of rats
be stepping on roaches.

me and you
come running high down purdy street one time
and mama laugh and shake her head at
me and you.

me and you
got babies
got thirty-five
got black
let our hair go back
be loving ourselves
be loving ourselves
be sisters.

only where you sing,
I poet.

Read the whole thing

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010 by Dawn Summers


I am the number one hit for this

Friday, February 19th, 2010 by Dawn Summers



Friday, February 19th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

The train I was on this morning switched over to the only subway line that doesn’t go into Manhattan. The. Only. One.
I’ve now decided that in terms of bad luck, there is the unlikely, the improbable, the impossible and then mine. Arrgghhh. And now we sing the “how late will we be for work” song.
How late will we be for work? How late? Real late! How late will we be for work? How late? Real late!
Fail. Fail. Fail.

I blog

Thursday, February 18th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Really, I do.

Gib is a genius

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

He should have a staff and a budget. And possibly a cape.

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