Christmas break reading list, starting with The Strategy of Denial: American Defense in an Age of Great Power Conflict by Elbridge A. Colby 📚

No spoilers, but I saw Spiderman: No-Way Home. Theater was nearly full. First time with two other viewers to both my immediate right and left since the before times.

Afternoon walk with the kids at the Boyce Thompson Arboretum

Question for you fastmail users: do you create an alias/hidden email when signing up for newsletters/substacks?

And with that, grading is finished. After I submit final grades to the university, Christmas break begins. (Well, I still have my research projects, but yeah.)

First Steps

While talking with my wife about yesterday’s awful day for the kindergartner, the baby decided to join the world of bipedalism. Two steps between mom and I. Then stumbled—a lot. A lunge and fall toward dad. Then more crawling back and forth. Two steps to mom. Three steps to dad.

At first she was surprised with herself. Then, she couldn’t do it anymore because she was psyching herself out at the accomplishment. We’re about 4 days shy of 11 months. Not the earliest of the bunch, but still, not half bad.

Venting

My kindergartner was denied an opportunity to sing at his school’s winter recital today. He’s been struggling with anxiety since school began to the point that we’ve even had some assessments done by the school. We have a behavior plan in place for him. He does well some days, not so much on others. This morning was one of those “not so much” days. But what bothers me is that the school framed their decision about avoiding embarrassment “for him” or us, as parents, but pointed to his outbursts in a negative light as justification for their decision. We weren’t consulted, which makes me feel like they just didn’t want him there. If it was about avoiding embarrassment for us or him, they should have asked us what we thought—and not a mere two hours before he was supposed to show up for final rehearsal.

When I spoke with the headmaster (equivalent to a principal), the consistent theme conveyed was that this was punishment for his behavior because willful bad behavior has consequences. (Which, I agree, it does.) But (a) we’re talking about a kindergartner, and (b) a kindergartner with anxiety. My biggest concern right now is that all the self-confidence he gained over these last few months will be lost because he’s been sobbing off-and-on since we told him he couldn’t perform.[^ We ended up doing our own performance at home with hot chocolate. He nailed every song without music and only needed help on one verse of the lyrics. I’m convinced he would have done great at the concert.] I think what bothers me most is that the school is trying to have it both ways: they want to punish him for his outbursts but they also want to frame it as though they are trying to do us a solid without ever actually asking what we think our kid is capable of doing.

E.g., if it is really about his behavior, they need to do more documentation, and we should re-consider his anxiety assessment from a few weeks ago. If it is about the anxiety and embarrassment, then his behavior today—which was the apparently last straw in their decision—shouldn’t have been a factor.[^ Honestly, I think maybe they don’t want him there. It’s a charter school, so diverting resources to kids like him takes away from the mission, mission, I’d like to say I support and in which I believe. I did chose to send him there after all.]

Generally I’m opposed to airing one’s dirty laundry on social media. But, hey, my Micro following isn’t that popular (vs, e.g., my Twitter and Facebook). And this is more of a personal record of my feelings than anything else. I’m sure a good night sleep will help me sort though what I think, and feel, about the whole debacle.

Hanging out with Gram.

A wonderful thanksgiving to all of you.

It’s all fun and games until you find pumpkin pie in your gym shoes. Happy Thanksgiving, my amigos. 🤙🏽

🛫 in St. Louis for my second post pandemic work trip. It’ll be a mad dash to the end of the semester. So very grateful to do in person academic things again.

Cheers, y’all.

🛬 in STL, Missouri. I had almost forgot what cold feels like.

Early day. Heading to the airport for my second in-person confrence this fall. It’s starting to feel like normal. St. Louis if a fun town but I think I’ll be too far from the museum to visit. Alas, I’ll be near the arch.

So tired I shampooed with conditioner and conditioned with… well, yeah.

Tomorrow I start teaching Camus’s The Plague, and so began re-listening to a podcast my colleague and I did on the novel early in the pandemic. I’m surprised to say, it holds up 18 months later.

22 “short” papers graded in a single night. Oof. I got behind and needed those done because midterm essays for another class are coming very soon.

Home

Look. My oldest doesn’t like peanut butter or chocolate. So I’m doing him a favor by taking all his Reese’s cups and pieces. It’s an act of parental sacrifice.

Red Wall