"putting a dog to sleep" Our Golden Retriever Mickey

Why do they call it sleep? Who are we to say when a dog is ready? I guess it depends not on his quality of life because that comes from the owner of the dog or the vet/ Maybe the dog doesn't want to die. My mother had cancer and though the Hospice nurses and oncologist gave her no hope, she still had it and as long as he was alert, to her family she was a person. It is never time to say good-bye.
Please, Mickey, rally..

Liar!!!!! What a kiss up does to keep her job..

... always say, "Yes" to your supervisor even though the task you are  being asked to do is not within your tasks and standards.
bring him home cooked meals
Tell him how handsome he looks in his hat
tell him he is the most intelligent man you've ever met

report cards to students in psychiatric hospitals?

Strengths, Weaknesses

 

We are not teaching the same curricula in any subject areas as schools within a district. Upon what would the numerical grades on report cards be based? With what other children could we compare a child’s achievement or progress in any content area? How do we know how much they gained if are not continuing to scaffold education based upon what he was studying before hospitalization? We have no baseline with which to measure progress. Furthermore is it fair to assign numeric grades based upon achievement in an in-patient facility? We teach psychiatrically impaired patients.  I think grading our kids, would be best if we stay with a therapeutic model. It would be more realistic and helpful to avoid numeric grades and benchmarks of achievement, but offer narratives or comments based upon interpersonal development, behavior, ability to stay on task, level of engagement, self control, attitude, and strengths and weaknesses.  After all, how could we pass or fail a psychiatric patient because he is not stable enough to be in school? Anyway, he/she is not studying the exact subject matter as his cohorts in public schools? Would we grade a dancer who had broken a bone in the same way we would grade a performer in perfect physical health?  I think if we stressed to guidance counselors that we are not a school district;  therefore, any grades we give are not transferable. We could instead send a report card

Too Old to achieve Greatness

It doesn't matter how well I age, but lots of people my age and younger seem to listen to the voice of youth rather than the voice of knowledge from experience and research.
At least, I'm becoming resigned that I will never achieve greatness.

invisible and old and no kiss up am I

I can relate the many details of how I felt invisible during my young years, esp. with interactions with adults, but was nothing like that feeling I experience too often as I age.
I notice at work, though I may be in better shape and prettier, ore energetic and more knowledgeable about educating hospitalized youth than woman twenty or more years my junior, the younger ones are invited to participate in special projects, not me, though I may be much more innovative than they.
I also know that they get greeted by their younger cohorts, no matter what the dept. than I. There is an exception. Ms. "D" is a few years older and any pounds heavier than I, but she wears expensive clothes, gaudy gold jewelry and her finger and toe nails and hair are always perfect, he always smiles and agrees with what her supervisors say, so she is a favorite- not much up on education, but what a kiss up.

have i always been invisible? Part 1

**when I was about 9 years old, I was assigned to sit at the dais with friends and close family of the Bar mitzvah boy, my cousin Michael, and last to arrive at the table, I went to find a seat, but neither was there a plate nor a chair for me. After seeing me floundering for a few minutes, my dad got a waiter to bring an extra table setting and chair.
**A few months later, my mom sent me to the bakery, which was three blocks away to purchase a half  a rye bread sliced with seeds, a cinnamon and a prune danish. They weren't taking tickets because it wasn't a busy time, but the clerks after finishing with each adult customer, asked, "Who's next?" Every
time I raised my hand, they helped someone else/After at least 10 minutes, I finally spoke up and told a female clerk with orange hair and lipstick, freckle covered arms with sagging muscles smiled and asked me what I wanted.

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