Kudos to Adams County educator
After two public hearings where educators across the state vehemently testified against passing REPA II, legislation to minimize requirements for obtaining a teaching and administrator’s license in Indiana, the State Board of Education passed it anyway. On Dec 5, the majority of educators voiced requests to table REPA II until Glenda Ritz, newly elected superintendent of instruction, and her administration were provided an opportunity to evaluate this legislation.
The people of Indiana clearly elected Ritz to represent our educational leadership for the future. Mike Pettibone, the only K-12 administrator on the board, insightfully made a move to table this legislation, a prudent request supported by the majority of citizens in the room. Unfortunately, no other board members would second his request. After several more confusing revisions of the REPA II legislation, a quick move was made to approve it. Seven of the nine board members voted to pass it, despite major objections from educators and parents. This is the wrong move for our children and driven by a privatization agenda.
Mike Pettibone from Monroe should be commended for adhering to his principles and maintaining an open ear to the public he serves. He was conscientiously requesting a final version of this important legislation for review. This was denied. He demonstrated responsibility against the dominance and short-sightedness of other state board members. As an educator in this process, I was proud to acknowledge I grew up in Adams County. Thank you, Mr. Pettibone, for your careful consideration of important policies affecting the education of Hoosier children and respecting the process of democracy.
Wendy Marencik, Ph.D.
On Dec. 16 my 17-year-old grandson asked me, “Grandma, do you think the devil had anything to do with what happened in Connecticut?”
My answer was, “Yes.” Things like that do not happen because of gun control laws. We are all guilty of letting the devil gain power in this country, and there are so many little ways we could slow it down.
Instead of watching shows like “Two and a Half Men,” “Vampire Diaries,” Maury and who’s your baby’s daddy, and therefore making money for other advertisers, we could turn off the TV and pick up a decent book.
We could make money decisions for ourselves more wisely — know what the people whose products you buy do with their money. For instance, Warren Buffett’s investment company owns part of Coca Cola, Johnson & Johnson and Proctor & Gamble. Most of us know what good things he does with his money, so if we made a conscious choice to buy products he has invested in when we want a cola, shampoo, baby diapers or first aid cream we could add to his monies and allow him to do even more. Likewise, if a company uses their money to support something you are not for, then do not buy that product. It’s not that hard to make a positive difference.
If we would count our blessings regularly thank Father God and Jesus for their help and communicate with them instead of using their names in vain when things go bad, we could all change our part of the world for the better. It just takes reminding ourselves what is really important.
When I was in school in the ’50s, we didn’t thank of the term bully. But it happened to me at Coesse School.
Teachers made fun of me. The gym teacher was heavy as I was, but he told me if I could jump rope 100 times he would give me a Coke. I jumped it 200 times. Then when I was in home economics the teacher made fun of my hair (and) the whole school heard her. They were upset.
I was at a basketball game. I went upstairs to get a paper of schoolwork I forgot. A boy tried to rape me. The school didn’t believe me. Later he raped another girl. He ended up marrying her.
There were four girls in my class. Three of them were cheerleaders. I was heavy, so I was left out again. One of the girls felt sorry for me so she would let me come for sleepovers. But I wasn’t included in basketball games. No one would date me in school.
My mom, single mother, did her best to raise my sister and me. But it was hard. So this has gone on for years. Bullying hurts.