Blog friend Steve wondered how an old man comes to be known as Choochie?
His actual name is Jesus. In Mexico, and I presume other Latin American countries, boys and men named Jesus are often called Chuy (pronounced Chewie), or less often Chucho (Chew-cho). You can see that it is a short trip from Chucho to Chuchie, which I misspelled as Choochie.
Today marks the start of the Memorial Day weekend here in Hooterville. The city government is closed today for the most part. City workers are having a day without pay as part of governmental belt tightening.
Tuesday, the new sales tax goes into effect, so many places are having a "last chance" sales event. Car dealers are trying to woo buyers before the tax increase. Maybe this will draw in some folks who were thinking of buying anyway.
The big promise of the tax increase is to plow money into education and avoid big cuts in state assistance. Here in Hooterville, it means that the districts get to keep doing what they have been doing.
Teachers and students are merely props to be trotted out whenever the administration feels threatened. No one is looking at how to do things differently, as near as I can tell.
Every school in HUSD, and in the US of A, as nearly as I can tell, has an attendance clerk. That clerk takes calls from parents whose kids are going to be absent. The clerk records those names and makes lists to go to each classroom and presumably headquarters.
At the middle school where I worked our attendance clerk had her own office and a parttime assistant.
If parents could usea central website to report their kids out, teachers could just check their classroom computer for absentees. That would eliminate the need for hundreds of clerks in our department.
Twenty-eight kids in a box was a swell educational model when we were training the next generation of factory workers or farmers. What we need is a new model and continuing to fund the past will not get us there.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky