Sometimes something sneaks up on you and changes how you view things. Such is the case with 42. No, I’m not talking about President #42. I’m talking about the number. I didn’t know it was following me over the years until recently.
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The Delaware Pathways Docs… Open Your Eyes Delaware And See The Manipulation…
Pathways To ProsperityYesterday, the Delaware Attorney General’s office opened up Delaware to the world of the Delaware Pathways. Granted, this had to come in the form of a FOIA complaint from yours truly. But feast your eyes on all the big plans rolled around this initiative. An initiative so big Governor Markell had to issue an Executive Order when the General Assembly said no thanks to legislation creating a Steering Committee around the Pathways gig. Given how much is tied into this thing: Common Core, the state assessments, millions upon millions of dollars of state funding, outside businesses, all three of our major colleges, etc., is it any wonder this group has tried to keep things hush as long as they can? All I can say is whenever Rodel gets involved, something goes wonky with transparency. So what is “Work-Based Learning” and “Working To Learn”? The answers lie within. If you oppose this, let your voice be heard now. I do not believe it is a coincidence at all that Delaware will be handing in the first draft of their Every Student Succeeds Act state plan in the next few days. Between this and the ESSA state plan, with all the smoke and mirrors involved with that, NOW is the time to be extra vigilant. Read every single word in these documents. Every. Single. One.
Why?
QuestionsAfter 19 months and a couple of days of posting an article on this blog every single day, I broke that streak yesterday. It was intentional. First off, it got me out of that “have to post something every day” mindset. Second, what else is there to say? I’m not saying this to be obtuse, but there are several reasons why I am now limited in what I can do or say.
Watching The Wheels by John Lennon
BloggingI remember a ten-year old me crying his eyes out when he heard John Lennon was shot and killed. I was lying in my bed, listening to American Top 40 with Casey Kasem. I loved the Beatles since the time I learned what music was. I always hoped for a reunion. With one bullet, I knew that would never happen.
My son is now ten. Life is a cycle, and the wheels keep turning. Quite a few people ask why I blog, for free, when I could be doing so many other things. I can’t explain it, no matter how hard I try. It just feels like something I need to do right now. Every thing I have done with this blog has led me down the path one step further. I won’t stop until I find out the answers to the questions that plague my mind. The further I go, new questions are asked. I would rather journey through life having asked the questions than just blindly accepting things the way they are.
The Season Of Myths 