tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post3859156636071063342..comments2024-03-20T08:32:25.794-04:00Comments on Dept. of Nance: Today's Top Ten List: Lies My Parents Told MeNancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-10789614589911921642015-08-29T11:21:07.604-04:002015-08-29T11:21:07.604-04:00I'm a Patricia, born on St. Patrick's Day ...I'm a Patricia, born on St. Patrick's Day :)<br />I need to find a small press...it's about three kids in Detroit Public Schools (where I used to teach). Interestingly, all of these (white, rich) agents who want diversity aren't interested. Could it be because the kind of "diversity" they want is the story of Pocahontas or the white girl from England who had to live in the country during WWII? TeacherPattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06224889631717470886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-35656483367850594142015-08-27T10:17:07.669-04:002015-08-27T10:17:07.669-04:00The Bug--Really? Did your parents TALK to you? L...The Bug--Really? Did your parents TALK to you? LOL. Of course, I'm kidding.<br /><br />As J@jj said in an earlier post comment, parents cannot win. They/we are trying hard to do their/our best, but mistakes are inevitable. You were a gentle and kind soul who knew it all along.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-48206409086824915932015-08-26T12:28:40.019-04:002015-08-26T12:28:40.019-04:00I don't really remember any little lies my par...I don't really remember any little lies my parents told me - I think I could tell that my Mom at least was just figuring it out as she went along :)<br /><br />I didn't wear makeup until college. By the time I was interested in wearing it in high school I was too self conscious - I thought people would notice & make fun of me. I don't remember when I got my ears pierced - middle school I think? I'm pretty sure it was my Mom's idea. And the holes were crooked, so I couldn't get the earrings in very well, so I just let them grow back closed & tried again a couple of years later.The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-210044550703497472015-08-26T12:25:04.803-04:002015-08-26T12:25:04.803-04:00I started packing my lunch in high school - not so...I started packing my lunch in high school - not so much because I didn't like the food, but because of All The People in that giant cacophonous room. I just couldn't handle it, so I ate sandwiches in my classroom. I read books or talked to one friend who joined me occasionally - it felt much more sane!The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-27309155837842224532015-08-26T11:56:31.114-04:002015-08-26T11:56:31.114-04:00Ally Bean--I was so lucky; I walked home every day...Ally Bean--I was so lucky; I walked home every day of elementary school for my lunch. Then in junior high, I had to face the cafeteria, which was such a horrific nightmare. It wasn't "cool" to bring a lunch; it wasn't "cool" to eat vegetables or certain entrees. I was a very amenable kid and I liked everything, but I was desperate to fit in. Sigh. Let's not talk about it.<br /><br />Oh, the Ignoring Principle. Did that ever work for <i>anybody</i>? Useless, yes. So very useless.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-19611056650238316232015-08-26T11:52:13.562-04:002015-08-26T11:52:13.562-04:00J@jj--I think you mother was well-intentioned, but...J@jj--I think you mother was well-intentioned, but as you said, it had the wrong effect. Parents try their best in most cases, I agree. We work hard to do The Right Thing! It's a wonder any of us survives.<br /><br />My mother caved, finally, on the Makeup Issue, and as long as I could get it all off before Dad was home from or awake to go to work (he worked shifts at the steel mill), we had a conspiracy. It was sophomore year, late, when she relented.<br /><br />One of the reasons I had Sam, our second, was to prove to myself that I could finally get The Mom Thing right. Seriously. I was such a nervous and worried mother for poor Jared's first couple of years. I was determined to improve. I did, for the record.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-41681625213883255112015-08-26T11:47:24.593-04:002015-08-26T11:47:24.593-04:00TeacherPatti--So true, and as Teachers, we certain...TeacherPatti--So true, and as Teachers, we certainly know it. Sorry about the rejections on your YA novel, but according to lots of online "Help"ers, just publish it as an ebook. It's way easy! Sigh. As if.<br /><br />Coincidentally, our next post is about how to help turn around a bad day, so perhaps one of the ten tips will assist you. Fingers crossed!<br /><br />And my sister Patti is short for Patrice. You?Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-60116445085848668622015-08-26T09:54:49.991-04:002015-08-26T09:54:49.991-04:00#2, #3 & #6 were part of my life, too. I espec...#2, #3 & #6 were part of my life, too. I especially found the "just ignore ppl and they'll stop bothering you" concept to be useless advice. The only other totally wrong thing that my parents said that I can remember is: buying a hot lunch will ensure that you get a good one. BLECH! I couldn't stand the cafeteria food, didn't eat much of anything except the bread and milk, but my parents were convinced that packing a lunch was evil… so I starved every afternoon during grade school and most of middle school. Ally Beanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17017098395188176477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-38122960050162840012015-08-25T23:48:34.477-04:002015-08-25T23:48:34.477-04:00My mom never told me she thought I was pretty. Th...My mom never told me she thought I was pretty. The thinking was (she told me much later) that if you tell a girl she is pretty, she will think she is valued only for her looks, and there are so many more important things. Fair enough, but every time I went to one of my girlfriends' houses, and their mom or dad said they were pretty, and I went home and did NOT hear it, I figured she thought I was ugly. Sigh. Parents can't win, even when they try their best. Neither can kids.<br /><br />I've been stung just walking on the trail. WTH? I mean, the poor bee died for it, so I assume she felt strongly about the matter. But still.<br /><br />I was not allowed to wear makeup or pierce my ears for ages. 16 for the ears, I don't remember for makeup. I let Maya get her ears pierced much younger than I was allowed, but still years after her friends. Makeup, I just put it on on the school bus, washed it before my mom got home.<br /><br />Fashion show? Yes, I remember that, and I see it with my daughter as well. Sigh. Easier now that she buys her own clothes.<br /><br />I wouldn't let my daughter pluck her eyebrows, and she took matters into her own hands and shaved them. Oh my. Not off, but between them, which doesn't fit at all. We should have had a second child so I could get it right the second time.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00653383372182667361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-2207109433535734472015-08-25T17:59:35.062-04:002015-08-25T17:59:35.062-04:00Well, I'm an only child and so I got the "...Well, I'm an only child and so I got the "you are a unique special snowflake who can do anything" and the "if you believe it, you can achieve it!" mantras. They meant well. They really did. But this did not do me any favors as an adult, and I never tell students that they can do anything. The reason is because I can't, they can't. Some things just are not possible except in the broadest sense. But perhaps I am just in a bad mood because I've spent the summer trying to shop my YA novel around and have gotten nothing for it? :)<br /><br />Also, I didn't realize your older sister has the same name as me! What a fabulous way to spell it!TeacherPattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06224889631717470886noreply@blogger.com