Some of the young generation are brilliant, but others take pleasure, even pride, in their ignorance.
Has it ever been any different?Some of the young generation are brilliant, but others take pleasure, even pride, in their ignorance.
I have noticed, too, that buses will make 3-4 stops on the same block, as if a child can't walk from the neighbor's house to their own. Even in elementary school, we could decide for ourselves whether we were going to walk to or from school or take the bus.
The expectation used to be that when we were making a purchase of $10.76 and gave the cashier $21.01 so we could receive a ten dollar bill and a quarter, everyone working at the register could process it. It's basic 3rd grade math. These days, there's almost 100% certainty they'll look at the what we gave them as though we just handed them a rock. I understand that "the more things change, the more they stay the same" but intellectually, we areHas it ever been any different?
The non-custodial parent is driven to it by a corrupted system that militates against him, and denies the child that connection with the male parent in the process...all by design.I know that stats on abducted children are skewed by the fact that most, or at least a significant number, of them are taken by the non-custodial parent. By that, I don't mean to suggest that it's okay for non-custodial parents to take their children and run, but that it's not the same thing as a stranger abduction.
I have noticed repeatedly that if I owe $4.07 and don't have any ones on me, but hand them a five, a nickel, and two pennies, although it should be obvious that I don't want to receive coins in return, they will say that I gave them too much money and want to hand me back the coins and make change on the $5.00. Not so long ago, that would have been intuitive, but no longer.The expectation used to be that when we were making a purchase of $10.76 and gave the cashier $21.01 so we could receive a ten dollar bill and a quarter, everyone working at the register could process it. These days, there's almost 100% certainty they'll look at the what we gave them as though we just handed them a rock.
Please save the watches.The non-custodial parent is driven to it by a corrupted system that militates against him, and denies the child that connection with the male parent in the process...all by design.
In some cases, yes. In others, the non-custodial parent is abusive.The non-custodial parent is driven to it by a corrupted system that militates against him, and denies the child that connection with the male parent in the process...all by design.
Yup. "You gave me too much." I've heard that before.I have noticed repeatedly that if I owe $4.07 and don't have any ones on me, but hand them a five, a nickel, and two pennies, although it should be obvious that I don't want to receive coins in return, they will say that I gave them too much money and want to hand me back the coins and make change on the $5.00. Not so long ago, that would have been intuitive, but no longer.
True enough.In some cases, yes. In others, the non-custodial parent is abusive.
My life was similar but they never taught us to change a tire in driver's ed. My Dad got me a four pronged lug wrench for Christmas one year. I still have it.
- Knots… my dad taught me how to tie a square knot, and later, a bowline.
- Sharpening a Knife… he gave me a little pocket knife and showed me how to whittle small pieces of wood, and to always cut away from myself.
- Starting a Fire… we used to go camping on weekends, and I got to gather the small twigs, pinecones, and leaves that we used to start the fire, and learned how to do it myself.
- Direction… lots and lots of that, from my mother.
- Fishing…. I loved fishing ! We went camping and fishing on weekends in the summertime.
- Bicycling (Unsupervised Mobility)…. My mom bought two bikes, and taught me how to ride one. We went riding together until she thought I would be safe on my own. Then, a horse once I was older.
- Changing/Repairing a Tire…in high school Drivers Ed.
- Fighting…..was told not to ever hit anyone. No bad language, either !
- Childhood Jobs…….cleaning out the horse manure and hauling it for my mom’s garden, taking care of the dogs, cats, and my pony.
- Boredom (Free Time, Thinking Time)…I had lots of free time, and always found things to do, or just go and read a book.
- A Voice (Memorization, Recitation)… we had to do that in school.
- Manners, Respect… Absolutely ! And I also had to learn how curtsey and sit “properly” with my knees together at all times.
- Disappointment, Failure…..yes, it was part of learning how to do things.
- Truth, Honesty…. My parents expected it, and they were honest with me.
- Being Left Alone… after I was older, I was often home alone, or out riding my horse in the hills around where we lived.