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Lock down drills… or why the hell do we terrorize our children for little benefit?


This is definitely a rave. I don’t have facts and stats to back me up, I haven’t spent years studying the effects of drills on a students’ psyche and I’m not a trained therapist or psychiatrist… but I am a parent. So when my child returns home and divulges that she spent a portion of her school day thinking she was going to die and how sad it was that she didn’t get a chance to do more with her life, I get pissed. I get really, really pissed.

The reason she thought she was going to die is that her school had a “realistic” lock down drill, meaning, I assume, that they wanted it to feel more “realistic” than the average announced lock down drill (which in my mind are already bad enough for our kids). So they had this lock down unannounced and teachers ran through the halls shouting about a lock down (so naturally the kids thought it WAS FOR REAL). So they all huddle in a corner (this in itself baffles me… let’s all cluster so the school shooter doesn’t need to think about where we are… they can just kill us all at once, let’s make it easy!) and they huddle and they wait, thinking that they are going to die. The person who eventually opens the door is a policeman (at this point the kids think that it’s the shooter opening the door as the police officer did not identify himself) who is checking to see that everyone is OK.

No they are not OK, they thought about dying, being shot, in school… and they had to feel these feelings because we can’t take the chance that they won’t know what to do in the case of an actual school shooting. Our children need to feel this fear on the very tiny chance this actually happens to them… like really, here’s a brilliant idea, let’s terrorize them on the tiniest chance that they’ll ever be involved in a school shooting. While we’re at it maybe we can give them food poisoning so they know how to handle that if comes their way… maybe we can mock rape a girl so she might know how to react if that happens (which of course is WAY more likely than a school shooting).

I wonder why my kid has to think about dying from a shooter EVER at the age of 16. I do understand that there are children all over the world who do have to think about these things… but why a girl from Vermont needs to have those feelings and that those feelings were planned and thought out by the school district, teachers, government officials so that our children “feel safer”. I call bullshit, these kids don’t feel safer they feel more FEARFUL. We are filling our kids up with a good dose of fear under the guise of their well being and it’s absolutely crazy. Fear is kinda running the show these days, it’s what’s playing out in politics and close to home. I’d like to say I have an answer on how to change this.. I don’t. So for now I’ll hug my kid, tell her to watch out for the real shit that might come her way and let the other stuff go… as best she can.



Lice… the only time I let my kids say “hate”


It’s that time of year! The notices start rolling in, lice in your kids classroom… panic and swearing ensues. Years ago when my first daughter was in Elementary school, I read the notices and judged the parents whose kids had lice… I mean wasn’t that a bug that only dirty kids got? Ummm, I learned my stupid preconceived totally classist shitty thinking was totally wrong as I saw my nightly bathed 3rd grader scratching at her head uncontrollably. She was sitting on our front step when I noticed, I sat down and casually parted her hair. I can’t remember what I did yesterday but I will never forget what I saw that afternoon. Her head was CRAWLING with lice, they scattered like roaches from my fingers… I nearly puked on her head. Then like any other rational human being I freaked the fuck out. I read everything I could, I cleaned everything in the house, I was convinced we all had it, I threw whatever chemicals on her head no matter the side effects or costs. I was like a uber clean whirling dervish. When all was said and done and I’d tortured my poor kid to death and her scalp was nearly falling off from the trauma. At one point she said “Mom I know we’re not supposed to say it but I hate lice.” I said “I think that’s totally reasonable, I hate them too. You are now allowed to say “hate” when you refer to lice.”… it was almost like a bonus to her (now at 15 she talks like a sailor and refers to her father affectionally as asshat… but you know I tried harder then).

It took me a couple years and many infestations later to treat lice like I would picking up dog poop… I’m not fond of doing it but I can still hold a conversation while it’s happening.

Through the years I’ve developed a chemical free way of dealing with lice that really depends on the nit picking part, because that’s where people get lazy and why the re-infestation really happens. I no longer even bother cleaning rooms and bagging stuffed animals and pillows. I even pick nits off other peoples children because I find it easy and it no longer phases me.

Below is my treatment method, share it with newly shattered parents and tell them to calm down, stop scratching their heads, have a drink, let your kid watch a shitty show on TV and get down to the picking…it’ll be OK.

Lice Treatment