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Lower Merion High School (class of 56) is my alma mater.   I was shocked to see it in the news and on the BBC (education).  It was reported that the school gave teenage pupils computers with secretly installed cameras to spy on them in their bedrooms.  The rationale seems to be that they were looking for stolen computers, pornography, and drug dealing.  I’m many decades removed from LM but I remember the ethos of the school.

My shock on reading this came on two levels.  First, LM is a middle class suburban school outside Philadelphia that for some reason always comes out high in the ‘got in college’ scores.  I suspect this is because the students get tutored for SAT’s as we did in the old days.  What got me was the fact that all these students were given free computers to take home.  I bet they were second computers, having had their first for Xmas or birthdays.  Do all the children in Philadelphia get computers at school?  I bet not. I live in London, so I might not be up to date on this.

Then, the second surprise came. The school turned cameras built into the computers onto the kids at home. What were they thinking?  This has to be the most litigious group of parents you could find and everyone is on tender hooks these days about ‘getting into college’. These parents are not going to let their  offsprings’ names be darkened by allegations of indecency, drug selling or computer stealing right before college interviews.   Lower Merion hasn’t changed that much I can assure you. The parents will see the administration through every court in the land and they should.  What a waste of the school’s, and parent’s resources! What administrator made such stupid decisions?

The school has a proud history but also a lot to be ashamed about.  When I went to school, there was a vocational school, next door where they taught the ‘trades’.  This was another way of saying ‘segregated classes’.  We never had black children in our school. They went to the vocational school.  So LM came top of the league in the number of college bound seniors but at the expense of the vocational students next door.

A lawsuit being carried out right now shows that in the Lower Merion School District the issues remain the same as they were in the 50’s except that parents’ are allowed their say in court.

The plaintiffs, whose parents are black, contend that the redistricting plan, which requires that some students living in Ardmore, Narberth and Penn Valley be bused to the new Harriton High School, in Rosemont, is racially discriminatory.

All of the plaintiffs live in Ardmore, which is near where the existing Lower Merion High School.

Having sent the black population to the vocational school,  Lower Merion high school  segregated  itself on religious grounds.  No Jewish cheerleaders ever made the squad for example.  I once gave a ‘sweet sixteen’ party at my apartment house which broke out  into a religious riot.  Someone played Jewish music on the record player and was punched in the face ten minutes after the party started.  Police came.

While  teachers and administrators  complain they are overworked with responsibilities it seems strange that they have to find the time  to get more involved in the personal life of students . When do they do the teaching and adminstrating?  Aare they expected to sit around voyeuristically inspecting children’s bedrooms?

I’m glad they didn’t do that to us.  I learned quickly how to go to school, sign the attendance forms stuck in the window of the classrooms and leave again.  We went downtown, museums, and coffee houses, whatever, and generally had a good time.  I’m sure we attended most of the time but I’m also sure that my attention was focussed  on being popular and having fun.  Towards the end of High School, I wasn’t at my moral best and would not have wanted a camera following my ‘Chevy’ around downtown Philadelphia.  The one saving grace was that most of my immoral behavior occurred outside the home.  I don’t think teenagers flaunt their bad behavior at home, alone in their bedrooms.  Maybe I’m out of touch but it seems the worse behavior still occurs outside the home, in groups of friends.  I  guess other cameras follow them round town.

Lower Merion as always, loves its so-called ‘reputation’ and will do anything to keep it.  I don’t think spying on their students will get them anywhere except in long lawsuits, which the administration (never having any real power) will lose.  The students might learn something about their civil rights, no bad thing and put that on their college statements.  I must be a real curmudgeon.  I still haven’t understood why privileged children need to be presented with computers in the first place.  I also read that when the LM students study languages they are given free Ipods.

Thanks to a “School of the Future” grant, each student in Spanish 4 honors or AP French receives an iPod for the duration of the school year. On these iPods, students listen to Spanish or French music, podcasts, and watch TV shows.

Wikipedia Lower Merion

Between the legal costs of defending this case, the cost of the computers, the time spent on spying, my bet is the school could have invested the same effort, money and time in teaching core subjects.  In that way the parent’s could relax a bit on out of school tutoring for SAT’s, and use the money to buy their children their own computers and Ipods when they, the parents, feel it’s appropriate.   It’s the parent’s authority that has been underminded by the school’s spying system and the teenagers’ civil liberties.  I hope the parents and students are successful in the courts.

Lower Merion High School  - 1950’s

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Would you give this woman drugs? I didn't dress for chemo. I got turned away.

I had a revelation today and a resolution followed. I have to look well to have well-person treatment from the hospital staff.  I’m slow on the uptake. It took me two years into my three-year PhD to realize that my ‘hippy’ long dirty hair and jeans were not speeding up my degree in Education.  In this case my sleep wear is morphing into my ‘going out’ clothes and it is not getting me anywhere medically. Today, just as in school, I decided to turn over a new leaf.  Let’s call it a belated New Year’s resolution. I have to pay attention to my grooming, even though it may compromise  my  first priniciple, ‘be comfortable’ . Maybe I’ve taken this too far because there is a blur between my sleep wear and my going ‘out’ clothes.

I woke up yesterday during chemo. to the reality of the situation that how you look gives hospital staff from cleaners to consultants a clue to your health and if they believe you are seriously ill, they treat you accordingly, which may mean they don’t treat you at all or that your treatment takes longer, while they check and check and check. This is how I arrived for chemo for two days running. I wore some comfy trousers that I could have easily slept in. (I’m not admitting whether I did or not) My hair has fallen out to the extent that I should wear my wig or a proper scarf, but, what the hell, it’s 9.00 and I’ve not slept well, why not throw my long wool everyday scarf and forget it.  No makeup. Voice still an even dimmer whisper, if that is possible.  And, on my first visit, I arrive, limping, and arriving on the wrong day giving more proof that my mental state was deteriorating, too. Usually they would have scrambled around and given me my chemo a day early, especially since the blood tests had been done and were all right. They looked sideways at each other and said, ” I didn’t look well”, and they should postpone treatment until they spoke to my oncologist at the end of the day.  I still didn’t get it, but based on how I looked how could they think otherwise? My oncologist has dropped subtle hints’ that dressing up a bit might make me feel better. (We are very close friends; she is allowed to say that). Later that day she sent an emergency text saying that she would do a ‘house call’.  It was the time I was having my toes taken care of so that I wouldn’t limp, and I couldn’t make the meeting. She told them that chemo could be scheduled for the morning if I was up to it.  She understood that if I was out of bed, I was just looking my normal messy self and in this case, it was nothing to worry about.

Not yet  ‘getting the message,’ I repeated my performance of day one, sloppy trousers, same top, same, same.  The staff again looked worried.  “Have I seen my oncologist recently?”” I walk in and a friend who I hadn’t seen in daycare before came up and had to remind me who she was.  I’m terrible when I meet someone out of context.  She .too. was here for chemo. She looked amazing.  Well dressed, hair perfect, make-up also natural and beautiful, and neat, neat, neat.    She has very serious cancer and has not been too long out of a long hospital stay. I know she is a very private person and doesn’t discuss her cancer. She conceals it well.  She sat down and got her chemo within a few minutes.

While the staff dithered about the safety of giving me chemo, I waited.  I had to wait for the doctor in charge to give his OK and then wait as the nurse tried to puncture my tired veins looking for blood, so that the tests could be repeated to make sure. She tried four times and then called the senior nurse.  All this fuss to send yet another blood sample away for tests. This added an extra two hours to my four-hour stint.   Still I didn’t get it.

Another woman who has had a really tough time with cancer came in and sat across from me with her lovely husband.  She also looked well-groomed and attractive.  She moved through her treatment without problems. This is when a light bulb went on in my head, I GOT IT!  No one wanted to take the responsibility of giving a disheveled, sick-looking person chemo. If I were as sick as looked, I might collapse or whatever.  The senior nurse came over and apologized for having me wait but said she wanted to be very careful because I didn’t look well, although the tests were all right. At that moment I made my resolution. My resolution is to dress ‘up’ for medical procedures and meetings with doctors. I will spend at least a half-hour dressing.  w

What I will do with this time, it now take five minutes, but I will try.  Finding earrings will take about ten minutes of that time, locating my lipsticks aother  five minutes. Motivation: I can cut my chemo to four hours from six hours. It is the first week of Feb. I wonder if I’ll keep this resolution until March. I do love my comfy trousers and I hate ‘dressing in the morning’ when I actually don’t feel up to much. Will I find a middle way? . .

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Does Chemo attract germs?

72293.fullI’ve been zapped.  I didn’t go to the germ-ridden book club, nor to the crowded streets, nor take public transportation.  I didn’t go to crowded openings nor crowded theatres.  Nonetheless I have a chest infection.  And guess what I get to take? An antibiotic and the side effects are….wait for it….the big D.  (diarrhea).  And even better news… it can happen two weeks after you stop taking the drug.  Wow, I haven’t had the big D in at least three or four days and now I can look forward to having it soon again.  Whoopee!

Just got a call from the National Health Service and need to come in for my flu shot and my swine flu shots. I thought chemo and jabs didn’t mix. Wrong again. The problem is how much protection do we need?  Second problem when does all this protection start to turn against us?

Apparently because we are having Chemo we are at high risk!   We are at high risk of everything and anything happening to us. (Not to mention that we already have Cancer).    Chemo fog could mean that we cross the street when the little red man is blinking instead of the little green man.  Gone.  We need to Xmas shop and could go bankrupt pushing the wrong buttons when internet shopping.  (The other day I caught myself ordering something in pounds when I thought it was dollars: big difference)  We could get lost in a list of Barbie dolls.

Everything has potential danger.  So because my grandchildren are coming from New York to London next week, I have not gone out. I hope they get rid of their chicken pox before they come. (Just kidding)

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Up, up and away

aaa2After two days in bed the outside world is exciting.  Xmas lights, trees, and crowds back in the shops it is all up beat.

Went to Sotheby’s café and met a friend and her daughter and didn’t know that the auctions today were old masters.  It is a good place for people watching and you don’t have to bid on anything.  You can have a browse around free.  I think the café was not busy because the buyers ran to Christies where they had a record Rembrandt on sale.

Went running home, trying to beat the big D.  Suddenly had a desire to cook brisket.  I’ve never done that before but now I have, with 36 garlic cloves. (Don’t know who is going to eat it)  For some reason the butcher only charged me £1.50 for tripe, when I bought calves liver.  I think he felt sorry for me.  At the checkout counter I was leaning on the cash register and the cashier asked me if I was all right.  Time to go home.

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High Anxiety

jessicaalba5_762x900imagesHow fast can you go from everything is fine to high anxiety?  I bet I can do it in under five minutes.  Last night, I made myself some cheese and crackers and went back to bed, hoping the mouse who lives in my flat would not smell the cheese.  (London has mice)  Five minutes after finishing the cheese I decided I couldn’t breathe.  Then I decided in the nanosecond that the cancer had gone to my lungs.  Zip, zap –right to the lungs.  I thought maybe I should go to the hospital and check in but didn’t have the energy.  When the anxiety cooled, another ten minutes, I thought maybe I should try some ventalin, which I keep for asthma. Well it was the fastest cure for lung cancer anyone could ever imagine.  I rarely take tamazepam because I associate it with highly anxious mental patients but on this occasion it seemed appropriate.  And off to sleep I went.

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