tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16774010.post6253146907720397360..comments2024-01-25T17:58:34.297-05:00Comments on Scott's Web Log: Bicentennial MemoriesScott Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286529314567223617noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16774010.post-71538025977611792862008-07-07T17:01:00.000-04:002008-07-07T17:01:00.000-04:00Thanks for your understanding Scott and Anonymous....Thanks for your understanding Scott and Anonymous.<BR/>It wasn't that she was Ignorant, it was because she was Mean!!<BR/>Compared to when I was in Kindergarten, it is much easier Today for the "average" Teacher to be more aware and hopefully more intelligent and less mean so as to be able to "see" warning symptoms of T1DM.<BR/>I still remember her name as a result of being Traumatized.<BR/>I am sure that as a part of her punishment in H-ll, she is forced to contemplate her refusal to let me go to the bathroom.<BR/>Her being chained to the toilet seat in H-ll is a just punishment indeed.BetterCellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13667917240368089110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16774010.post-69843311310542105662008-07-07T11:42:00.000-04:002008-07-07T11:42:00.000-04:00Bettercell: Yup, I'll bet she's chained there as w...Bettercell: Yup, I'll bet she's chained there as well, and ala Tantalus's punishment, is chained just out of reach of a full, ice-cold pitcher of water.<BR/><BR/>Unfortunately, looking for the symptoms of type 1 diabetes in one's pupils wasn't exactly in the teacher training back then. In early September of 1980, in Granger, UT, my 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Stott, let me go get water whenever I wanted and called my mother with her concerns that I was unable to lift my chair onto my desk at the end of the day. She also told her that it seemed that I was losing my baby fat very quickly and asked if I was eating, since I was a preteen and the girls were starting to harass anyone who wasn't slender or didn't look like Farah Fawcett (it was the 79's after all). It took another month before my mother got me to the doctor and to the hospital immediately afterward for a ten-day stay to save my life. I wasn't aware of Mrs. Stott's questions until years later, when my mother told me about her initial call. I do remember her coming to visit me in the hospital, carrying cards that the rest of the class had made for me and she sat with me for an hour. Of all of the teachers I had before high school, hers is the only name I remember. Without her putting my mother on warning that something wasn't right, my mother might not have been paying attention the day I went in to try on winter school clothes and she would not have seen how much I had begun to resemble an emaciated refugee.<BR/><BR/>When bond issues for teacher pay come up in my area, I don't even have to think about it. I vote for it, to keep the good teachers like Mrs. Stott in the business of teaching. Kids can't afford to lose them to low pay and disrespect, especially the ones that care enough to take a real interest in the kids they are seeing and think of them as more than test scores. So wherever you are, Mrs. Stott, thank you. I hope you are still in the business of educating kids.<BR/><BR/>CJAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16774010.post-86142017084530350272008-07-07T11:20:00.000-04:002008-07-07T11:20:00.000-04:00Bettercell, that stinks!Its amazing how blissfully...Bettercell, that stinks!<BR/><BR/>Its amazing how blissfully ignorant most people are on these issues ... had your teacher known better, s/he might have been able to recommend to your parents that they might take you to visit a doctor much sooner. Parents typically spend fewer hours per day with their kids than do teachers. But many parents today struggle to get adequate protection enabling their kids to test in the classroom. Much of this is due to unions -- so you might imagine how tough it would be to get union approval for education into such matters.Scott Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03286529314567223617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16774010.post-34617067507122156942008-07-06T18:12:00.000-04:002008-07-06T18:12:00.000-04:00When I was five years old and in kindergarten with...When I was five years old and in kindergarten with pre-existing symptoms of T1DM, I had a F-cking teacher who would not let me go to the bathroom, saying that I was going too often.<BR/>This Bitch is now in H-ll chained to a Toilet Seat.BetterCellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13667917240368089110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16774010.post-58772256439475315542008-07-03T16:15:00.000-04:002008-07-03T16:15:00.000-04:00I hope you have a good 4th Scott. Thank you for sh...I hope you have a good 4th Scott. Thank you for sharing that story.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14508213573891885604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16774010.post-53487976072014875712008-07-03T15:28:00.000-04:002008-07-03T15:28:00.000-04:00Hmm...the US Bicentennial was spectacularly nonspe...Hmm...the US Bicentennial was spectacularly nonspectacular for me, but not for the same reasons. I was a teenager living off Long Island. No money to buy the collectible stuff I wanted, Dad "not being able" to get us in to see OpSail at the South Street Seaport area... basically, being stuck around the house all day except to see the crappy local fireworks at night.<BR/><BR/>Best for me was 1980, the Boston 350... I could see the fireworks from the terrace of the dorm I was staying in that summer...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com