25
May
18

Me and Sawyer on his Birthday!

Advertisements
23
Mar
18

Waging War

189490752-superdad

Like most parents, I would do just about anything for my kids. I also tend to back them  up whenever they are having a hard time, as long as they are behaving properly.

My ten year old is a bit of a handful. She is very bright and gets bored easily and loves to chat, even if she’s in class. Usually it isn’t that big of a deal but this year it has been different.

Her teachers sucks. I say that as a parent but also as a teacher. One of the things I hate as a teacher is when they constantly kick kids out of class. Now I’ve for sure done it so I’m not saying that if you’re a teacher and you kick kids out that somehow you’re a bad teacher, but if it’s happening all the time, then you can’t manage the students and that is a problem that needs to be resolved. Her teacher kicks kids out nearly every day. And not just one or two, a bunch of them. I almost feel like she’s just kicking them out so she can pawn the kids she doesn’t like onto another teacher or the principal so she can teach the few kids who survived the hunger games of 5th grade.

Here’s the deal. She has been crushing my daughter’s spirit all year. She accused her of cheating without having any evidence. Gave her a minus point for “doing nothing” during free time she had to earn in the first place. Another time she got a minus point because she cheered when she found a book in her reading level. The library is a trailer by the way.

Recently she got an F on a science project that she turned in early and the only explanation was that “it was cute but it didn’t follow the scientific method.” It did. She had a hypothesis, research, experiment, analysis and a conclusion. It wasn’t an A project but it was for sure not an F. What teacher gives a kid who does the entire project on her own (I monitored and consulted but did not do any of the work) an F?

So then she kicked my daughter out of class and sent her to the principal’s office this week because my girl was upset after getting her recess time taken away and put in headphones to listen to music so she could calm down and focus to do her work. The teacher kicked her out.

So it’s on now. I thought I was going to be able to ride out the rest of the year but this is ridiculous. Why does she insist on power struggles with 5th graders? Why is she kicking kids out all the time so they now miss instruction time? None of it is ok. Let the games begin.

I got my daughter’s back. Now and always.

20
Mar
18

What is 21st century masculinity?

masculinityblogpic

I recently have been wondering to myself what exactly it means to be male anymore. For myself but also for my boys and for my male students. The image of masculinity has been challenged and changes so many times that I don’t even know what it means which is ironic because we are now encouraged to challenge our children to decide their own gender and then embrace that decision but at 37 I can’t tell you clearly what it means anymore. So what do I do about it? Sounds like it’s time for an adventure!!!

I am going to embark on a journey to try to make sense of masculinity in 21st century america. I feel like maleness is under attack. I hear all the time about how privileged my gender is. I hear conflicting messages about expectations for men. The images we consume about masculinity are various and nebulous. It’s time I try to figure it out.

If you’re also interested in what it means to be a man and what masculinity means nowadays then stay tuned or better yet, engage in this journey with me and perhaps together we can make sense of things. It is a confusing time and it seems that having any confidence in masculinity is seen as aggressive and wrong, but it cannot be accepted that there is entirely something wrong with a whole gender. I reject that sentiment and I’m looking forward to exploring masculinity and defining what it means for me and my boys. Cheers!

17
Mar
18

The Love!

Glad I got them white boards for their rooms! ❤️

15
Mar
18

Super Dad Kenley Jansen

Love this shot! Great player loving his son!

15
Mar
18

Senioritis

senioritis_graphic-02

It’s that time of year. It is always a very stark contrast. I can identify the exact day that seniors reject more learning and try to coast their way to the end. This year, it was Tuesday. I had only one lesson left in this unit of economics. It was the easiest of them all and all they had to do was have a discussion with me then take some notes from a 40 minute video. I couldn’t have made the lesson any easier. They still didn’t want it. Talking rather than engaging, playing with their phones, putting heads down. It was the day the learning died. They were done. I don’t fight it too much because I know they’ll win. I could make demands, threats and scream and yell, but I embraced a long time ago that if a person doesn’t want to learn, they won’t. These students didn’t want to learn.

I also know that when we get close to the last day of the semester and seniors finally remember that if they don’t pass my class, and some others, they won’t actually graduate, and so the scramble to get their grades up will begin. They will beg, plead, cry and do anything they can for mercy and a passing grade. Some will even do some work!

It’s frustrating as a teacher but it is the same thing every year and we are finally there. Senioritis has taken hold of the class of 2018. We had a good run guys. It’s been fun.

12
Mar
18

Shaving

I have a number of memories as a child that shaped who I am and sadly, a number of disappointments. In many ways, the failures of my parents have helped me to be a better father because I refuse to make similar mistakes. One of them seemed simple and it didn’t really occur to me until much later that my father failed at something very simple.

Despite of my amazing beard now, like any boy, I once was baby faced and smooth chinned. The horrible and frustrating process of puberty changed that of course, and eventually hairs sprouted on my face. No one really said anything about it but then one day, my dad plopped down a can of shaving cream and a package of disposable razors. He didn’t say any words to me. He didn’t teach me how to shave; just handed me the tools and left.

As you may imagine, I spent the next several years hacking up my face. I even remember telling my mom that I was excited because I decided to save time and shave in the shower; blind. She gasped and told me to never do that again. No explanation, didn’t have my father show me or teach me anything about shaving at that point either. Just a strong warning to not shave in the shower.

It wasn’t until I was in the army and many years older, that my roommate gave me some shaving advice when it became a burden to me because I had to shave every day and was still cutting my face so bad it would bleed. Years later I realized that it was definitely my dad’s job to show his only son how to shave and he just…didn’t. I still don’t get it. I know this though, I will absolutely show my son’s how to do something that they will likely do hundreds if not thousands of times in their lives. It’s my responsibility as their father.




because every child needs a hero

Buy The Sureshot Rises on Amazon!

https://www.amazon.com/Sureshot-Rises-Phillip-Brunnengraeber/dp/1976908892/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1520177194&sr=8-1&keywords=brunnengraeber

Recent Posts: The Sureshot

Poem: no words

No words can say How hurt I am today How betrayed I thought I knew you Saw your ugliness Loved you nonetheless But you’re heart less A monster in disguise You devour hearts You throw poison darts And hide in the dark I another victim Of your selfish whim One in a line of men […]

Cloaks

When I was editing Sureshot the Assassin for the final time before hitting the publish button, I had a friend of mine read through and do some editing. He’s a prolific reader of fantasy so I value his opinion greatly. He helped polish up the draft greatly but there was one thing we laughed about […]

Author Page

Come check out my Author page on amazon and connect with me. I really love chatting with readers about my work. It helps me grow and be even better! Looking forward to hearing from you!

Poem: Precious Spirit

Precious Spirit Thank you for your presence When the world seemed black You made everything more pleasant A small creature Yet enormous of heart Pure white light Shining in the dark Your little voice Like a tiny cry from heaven Was a magical shield That disarmed any weapon Softest, warmest fur A coat of divine […]

So Much to Write

So much to write so little time! As summer trudges on and the inferno of Fresno heat burns my flesh and scorches my feet, I continue to forge my “writer” self into a truly respectable being. It is rewarding and painful all at once and yet I am elated to be on this path. One […]

Recent Posts: Poems No One Cares About

Moving

I’ve made a command decision to finally post everything on one blog rather than split everything into three separate blogs. It was a bit silly to begin with and with me trying to be a real writer and be as efficient as possible so I don’t need to maintain 3 blogs. One is probably enough. […]

TBT: Battle of Oneself

The roads stretch on and on all around, Dry and hot for miles not a single sound. Thoughts bounce in the skull with much speed, Contemplating the most current and basic need. Don’t halt the inevitable journey for long, Soon tired ears will fill with lovely song. Keep treading and the body will always reach, […]

TBT: Fuel for the body

Energy cold, pure and full of potential, Is in this world deathly essential. Energy makes our fast moving cars go, Our tractors for our fields sow, Our powerful planes soar through the heavens, Our ships sail through the seas of seven. Still the most important fuel comes from the heart. Strong legs can take a […]

Why are you Awake?

Little boys little boys, why are you awake? Could you do your dad a favor, and sleep until 8? Little boys little boys, what is it you are doing? Is there really something so important, that you are pursuing? Little boys little boys, could you at least make some coffee? Maybe even teach yourselves, to […]

Been a While

It’s been a while Since you’ve hurt me this badly It was just a matter of time sadly When I needed you, you weren’t here You were out with friends drinking beer And more? How will I ever know? I guess it wasn’t even that long ago That you blew me off and blew someone […]

Advertisements