<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412</id><updated>2011-12-02T06:00:36.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Pollet's Ponderings</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a collection of the thoughts of a middle school principal for his students, teachers, parents and anyone else who will listen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-5959540244806024881</id><published>2011-08-30T14:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:18:13.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>As we end the first day of school, I am tired.  I can't imagine what it is like to be a student anymore and what it must feel like.  The energy level they have helps them make it through the craziness of the first days of school while I wonder how I will manage the next.  I love the first days of school but I will admit that sleep is not an issue anymore.  I wish I could possess the energy these kids do to help me through it all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-5959540244806024881?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5959540244806024881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5959540244806024881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5959540244806024881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8612209441212905998</id><published>2011-07-31T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:26:12.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerball</title><content type='html'>I do wonder what it would be like if I won Powerball.  I would spend so much time up north at our cabin that I might get tired of swimming in the river and having a fire in the burn pit like we did this weekend.  But I doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8612209441212905998?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8612209441212905998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/07/powerball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8612209441212905998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8612209441212905998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/07/powerball.html' title='Powerball'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-6049385645361763339</id><published>2011-07-25T13:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:47:28.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of July</title><content type='html'>As July comes to an end, it is hard to believe where the time has gone.  I find this month to be so busy that the time just goes by without a thought.  I find myself looking at the calendar in disbelief.  School is just a month away and now it's time to think about how to get ready for teachers to come back.  The next two weeks ought to do it unless the golf course calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-6049385645361763339?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6049385645361763339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/07/end-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6049385645361763339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6049385645361763339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/07/end-of-july.html' title='End of July'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-5648917434332958121</id><published>2011-07-19T09:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T09:57:32.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer work</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny in the summer that you can be much more successful in a short time when you have great weather and something to do?  I am finding I am getting pretty impatient when we have long conversations during the summer with the sun shining and fun things to do ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-5648917434332958121?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5648917434332958121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5648917434332958121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5648917434332958121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-work.html' title='Summer work'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1629336063056305285</id><published>2011-07-14T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T21:59:19.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf</title><content type='html'>Golf is like life.  You play golf to do your best, improve if you can.  There are parts of your game that always need improvement much like life.  There are times when it all comes together.  You hit the shot just like you see them in your head and you feel like you can do anything.  You control the ground, the air, and that tiny white ball.  then there are days when you are off by that little bit.  Not one shot goes right or just a few go right.  Enough to make you think you reach your goal but when it comes down to that key moment, you come up short.  That has been my week at the State Amateur.  I came up short by a couple shots.  Sometimes I feel as if in each part of my life I come short by a shot or two.  Should I limit my pursuits to be better at one or two?  Or do I still pursue the different pursuits trying to balance them all?  Maybe age will bring wisdom or the consistency in all the things in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1629336063056305285?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1629336063056305285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/07/golf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1629336063056305285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1629336063056305285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/07/golf.html' title='Golf'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4975177618739911844</id><published>2011-07-09T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:11:27.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>Life is too short to suffer with regret and yet we live with it all the time.  Regret decisions that we make at times and yet how do we deal with them after the decision.  I vow from here on out to make amends for poor decisions and vow to be better with my decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4975177618739911844?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4975177618739911844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/07/regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4975177618739911844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4975177618739911844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/07/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-51471322847746579</id><published>2011-06-21T18:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T18:15:38.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation 2011</title><content type='html'>So here we are, Graduation 2011; the end of an era and the beginning of another one.  As one of my favorite writers Dr. Seuss once said: &lt;br /&gt;“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. You are the one who'll decide where to go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is a bittersweet time; a time to recall all the good times you have had here and a time to say goodbye, a time for celebration and a time for apprehension.  You have accomplished many goals through your time here at Rye Junior High School including surviving the middle years.  You have grown and developed into fine young adults.  I am very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;When I think back about this class, I have such fond memories.  We started in the jungle three years ago.  Which leads me to a little story…  When the sixth grade does their Africa Unit, there is a sort of culminating activity that combines all that the students have worked on and learned through this interdisciplinary unit.  The sixth grade teachers had a little activity planned that would include the students but for this class, it just wasn’t going to do.  These students started putting together a demonstration of their learning with the assistance of the teachers that turned into quite a spectacle.  A river system went through Mr. Bissonnette’s room.  There were songs performed in French from various African nations.  Folk tales were told and acted out that students had done in language arts.  And of course, the rock band performed their own (and appropriate) version of “Welcome to the Jungle” with lyrics about their teachers.&lt;br /&gt;This class has certainly shown their own flair.  It is the group that signed up in droves for the Talent Show.  From comedic MC’s to rock songs, this group has blown the roof off the gym two years running.  The band and chorus performances have been second to none.&lt;br /&gt;Students of this class have showed perseverance.  Despite some challenging times, this group has persevered through it all.  Tough assignments, social situations, and competitive endeavors have never held this group back. &lt;br /&gt;Intelligence.  This class has an intelligence that will serve them well.  Not only in test scores but in truly understanding what they have learned, this is a class of scholars who can speak about what they know.  It is a rare combination to not only be intelligent but articulate.  Every visitor to our building this year was amazed about how each student could talk about what they know in a thoughtful way.  This intelligence will truly serve you well.&lt;br /&gt;This class has shown Respect to its community and all the students of Rye.  They are the leaders of the school and have helped to make it the community it is.  For that, I say thank you and I will miss your leadership.  Students look up you for your commitment to the underdog and underprivileged.  You share your gifts of caring.   For after all “And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make,” right Charlie?  This group is full of love and caring and that all I could wish for in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;So what do I have to say as you leave us?  What words of wisdom should this principal pass on to you as you move onto the next station of your life?  I believe there is greatness in this class.  Not for the talents you possess which are many but for the people you are.  I believe you can change this world.  I believe you have the human qualities that will make this world a better place; a world that desperately needs compassion and caring in a time becoming more electronic and impersonal.  As Mahatma Gandhi once said,   “ Be the change you want to see in the world.”    Lead with the qualities you have been instilled with, that you possess, and that you wish to have.&lt;br /&gt;So today was the last time at the front door I greeted you.  The last day for “Good Mornings”, high fives, comments about the cool t-shirt or the nice shoes.  I will miss you and your bright smiles, cheerful hellos and great optimism.  I will miss your flair, perseverance, intelligence,  and respect.  I wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;Chris Pollet&lt;br /&gt;Principal&lt;br /&gt;Rye Junior High School&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-51471322847746579?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/51471322847746579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/06/graduation-2011_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/51471322847746579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/51471322847746579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/06/graduation-2011_21.html' title='Graduation 2011'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1202723428048968733</id><published>2011-06-16T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:20:43.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you separate?</title><content type='html'>How do you separate your experience as a young athlete from your child's experience?  Youth coaches have been dealing with this issue since the advent of youth sports.  A coach wants his son or daughter to be their best and sometimes it comes at the expense of other kids.  The competitive nature of the coaches sometimes overwhelms the experience for the kids and then its get ugly.  How do we balance our desire for our kids to do well and the needs of all the kids?  Anyone got an answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1202723428048968733?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1202723428048968733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-do-you-separate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1202723428048968733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1202723428048968733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-do-you-separate.html' title='How do you separate?'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1933580197251388385</id><published>2011-06-12T10:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T10:41:20.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation 2011</title><content type='html'>It is always a melancholy time of year for students moving onto the next challenges of their lives.  Graduation represents that rite of passage that is filled with hope and regret.  Hope for all that is ahead of you and regret for the loss of all that was good and safe.  As we approach the end of middle school for this class, I cannot help but wonder what the students are thinking.  Are they looking forward to their next school?  Are they lamenting the loss of this school?  Are they just looking forward to the short respite between this school year and the next one?  Are they thinking about Monday?  I think kids of this age are just insolated enough from serious concerns that this time passes quickly without melancholy.  Time is irrelevant in some respects.  Time is for someone else to keep.  Hope and regret are for us older folks to feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1933580197251388385?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1933580197251388385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/06/graduation-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1933580197251388385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1933580197251388385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/06/graduation-2011.html' title='Graduation 2011'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4280261874986956737</id><published>2011-05-17T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:45:16.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is up at RJH?</title><content type='html'>So what have we been up to at RJH over the past several months? Well quite a few things as a matter of fact. We have been reviewing our implementation of the Learning Compact. What is the Learning Compact? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the letter Dr. Cushing, my superintendent, wrote to then Commissioner Lionel Tracy in 2007 concerning the Follow the Child Initiative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dr. Tracy, the reason our SAU finds the Follow the Child Growth Model so attractive in SAU #50, we look at the whole child. We talk about putting a face behind the numbers of standardized test scores. We are a small SAU that shares a common vision and our teachers and staffs support each other across district boundaries. SAU #50 would welcome the opportunity to take what we are currently doing to the next level. This would involve grounding our instruction in a whole child belief system, and not just measuring the child and the school on a standardized test.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our effort to embrace the “Follow the Child” initiative, we have created the Learning Compact. It is our attempt to connect students, parents and teachers in a partnership. There are three components to necessary in creating a successful partnership starting with the Student Information Form (filled out by teachers). This information form is filled out by the student’s teachers electronically to pass to the receiving team to help new teams differentiate their instruction. The Partnership with Parents Form (filled out by parents) is the second component of this compact. The Partnership with Parents form is sent out each summer solicits input from parents about their sons and daughters. The Goal Setting Process for students allows for students to outline their hopes and dreams in long term and short term goals. Goal Setting is done early in the school year when energy is high and goals are better to set. The research says that students reach those goals that they set for themselves when they write them down 85% of the time. So we have them write them down. The parent and the teacher work together to help support the student in reaching their goal. These three components all work together to bring the greatest success for students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been doing various components of this since the onset of Learning Compact.  This year we have been implementing the goal setting through our homeroom/advisory period. We have worked to communicate with parents their students goals. Though not perfect, we are making strides. Our Advisory Committee has been reviewing the year and making plans for the upcoming year. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4280261874986956737?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4280261874986956737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-up-at-rjh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4280261874986956737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4280261874986956737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-up-at-rjh.html' title='What is up at RJH?'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-3308277112067573739</id><published>2011-05-14T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T09:18:55.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IPad</title><content type='html'>Just got a new iPad and it is quite a different technology for me. A little challenging in the typing area and certainly no place for the home position for your fingers.  My high school typing teacher would not be happy.  I wonder what her class looks like now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cool technology but we will see what new things it brings to my technology skill set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-3308277112067573739?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3308277112067573739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/05/ipad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3308277112067573739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3308277112067573739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/05/ipad.html' title='IPad'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8732780846482659471</id><published>2011-05-01T19:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:17:47.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night</title><content type='html'>I know I am not the only one who cannot sleep on Sunday night.  Now, it is after vacation and the sleep will come even harder.  I will have a million things swirling around in my head and not be able to get them out during the wee hours of the morning.  With seven weeks left in school, so much to do will only add to the struggle.  I remember as a kid, the end of summer meant less sleep for me but the vacations do not stick out.  Is that only an adult thing?  How about a principal thing?  Or is it a me thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8732780846482659471?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8732780846482659471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8732780846482659471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8732780846482659471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-night.html' title='Sunday Night'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-236674830205606754</id><published>2011-04-18T19:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:30:10.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Education in the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>How do we prepare kids for all they need?  The world is changing at a rate that leaves only guessing what it will look like.  We focus on problem solving, technology and the three r's.  But really, can't we focus on the qualities of a person we want for all children?  Responsible, caring and community minded people will be what lead this world in the right direction.  Are we capable as the last free standing institution?  Or is that parents are for?  Shared responsibility is my answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-236674830205606754?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/236674830205606754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/04/education-in-21st-century.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/236674830205606754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/236674830205606754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/04/education-in-21st-century.html' title='Education in the 21st Century'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-6345110865316497737</id><published>2011-04-11T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:16:34.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How many Screams can they make?</title><content type='html'>Really, how many Scream movies can they make?  Now I am not a huge horror film fan but do appreciate some of the classics by Hitchcock or even throw in the original Halloween.  But seriously, Scream 4?  I know that it is about money and not the quality of film.  It is all a little bit annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-6345110865316497737?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6345110865316497737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-many-screams-can-they-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6345110865316497737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6345110865316497737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-many-screams-can-they-make.html' title='How many Screams can they make?'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8096482021745657628</id><published>2011-04-04T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:53:32.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If the season ended today....</title><content type='html'>The Orioles would win the pennant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8096482021745657628?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8096482021745657628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-season-ended-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8096482021745657628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8096482021745657628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-season-ended-today.html' title='If the season ended today....'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-7400327131926139095</id><published>2011-03-27T19:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:36:22.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11, 8, 4, and 3</title><content type='html'>How about this March Madness?  No number 1's and an 11 make the final four?  I don't feel too bad.  How is your bracket?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-7400327131926139095?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7400327131926139095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/11-8-4-and-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7400327131926139095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7400327131926139095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/11-8-4-and-3.html' title='11, 8, 4, and 3'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2319294127470038825</id><published>2011-03-13T21:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:24:39.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighter moment</title><content type='html'>Ok, enough seriousness.  Remember this one:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oACRt-Qp-s&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the window, off the wall, nothing but net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2319294127470038825?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2319294127470038825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/lighter-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2319294127470038825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2319294127470038825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/lighter-moment.html' title='Lighter moment'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-6386357797841486307</id><published>2011-03-13T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:18:51.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No excuses</title><content type='html'>I have a few excuses myself.  But after watching the following Nike commercial, I have no one to blame but myself when I don't put in the effort to accomplish something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obdd31Q9PqA&amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-6386357797841486307?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6386357797841486307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-excuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6386357797841486307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6386357797841486307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-excuses.html' title='No excuses'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-267110110685307436</id><published>2011-03-13T20:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:45:20.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Example #1000</title><content type='html'>The following is example number 1000 for why we need to change our methods in teaching.  It is just so obvious that we are in a different world which is changing more rapidly than ever.  We are going to sit them in chairs and teach how we did 20 years ago?  That would be a crime.  Copy and paste the following link.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6AWYIit1uNk&amp;NR=1&amp;feature=fvwp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-267110110685307436?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/267110110685307436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/example-1000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/267110110685307436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/267110110685307436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/example-1000.html' title='Example #1000'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2783399253278699338</id><published>2011-03-09T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:44:30.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate this article</title><content type='html'>I am done with my ranting.  Just get back to the focus on the important things in school; kids and teachers.  My wife shared this article with me.  It gave the energy and perspective I needed&lt;br /&gt; http://www.fosters.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2011703089997&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2783399253278699338?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2783399253278699338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/appreciate-this-article.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2783399253278699338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2783399253278699338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/appreciate-this-article.html' title='Appreciate this article'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-6668119845460965128</id><published>2011-03-06T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:50:58.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the value?</title><content type='html'>What is the value of an education?  It is hard to define.  Some people find value in students progress through the various levels of school successfully. Others think it is in test scores.  Some think it is what college students get into.  But it is this time of year when we look at budgets and teacher pay that we forget about student success.  We think about taxes and our pockets.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that the value of education should be put in line with our personal finances but it is.  When will we change the system and stop basing salaries and education budgets on our taxes and ability to pay.  Don't we limit our children's future by our willingness to pay for their education? &lt;br /&gt;We do want our children to be more successful than we have been, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-6668119845460965128?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6668119845460965128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-value.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6668119845460965128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6668119845460965128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-value.html' title='What is the value?'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4871415386493448475</id><published>2011-02-27T16:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:36:23.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a teacher</title><content type='html'>"You are never going to make a million dollars," friends and family told me when I got into the field of education. Although I have moved into the role of administrator, I still am a teacher and I haven't made a million dollars.  Don't plan to in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;Being a public school teacher is rewarding as you work with a variety of learners and always have to stay fresh. I work in a middle school and am constantly amazed how many different situations present themselves. You have to be fresh to work with middle level learners.&lt;br /&gt;It is budget time and teacher contracts and benefits are under scrutiny in these challenging economic times. It is encouraging to see that the economy is slowly coming back. Yet, the public outcry against the proposed contracts or even the existing one is everywhere. I can understand that people are frustrated when they see people getting a small increase in pay when people are losing their jobs. When bonuses that have been a staple for private sector people have dried up, frustration sets in. Teachers getting 2 or 2.5 percent increases are seen as extravagances. Any increase on the tax rate is too much.&lt;br /&gt;I have to disagree with those who choose now to go after the benefits teachers have received for years along with the small increases negotiated this year. "Teachers work only 185 days" or "Health benefits shouldn't be paid for teachers" or "Their base salary is way too high" are the cries that are heard when it comes to teachers. I find it hard to listen to these arguments when teachers have been underpaid for their work as compared to people in the private sector. Teachers don't receive bonuses. It takes upwards of 215 days to actually get the 185 days in for a school year. Forced shutdowns called February and April vacations do not mean paid vacations. Everything you do is under scrutiny of hundreds of self selected supervisors who believe since they pay taxes, they set policy.&lt;br /&gt;I moved to the town I live in because of the educational system that is in place. I recognize that it does indeed cost something to have such a system. I know that I should make a little more each year and I know that helps to cover cost of living increases (including taxes). I understand that having good teacher and a good school comes with a very reasonable cost and I am willing to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;I do wish everyone were still getting their bonuses and pay increases in the private sector. Schools aren't the place to find your lost income.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4871415386493448475?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4871415386493448475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4871415386493448475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4871415386493448475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-teacher.html' title='Being a teacher'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-659157054276604137</id><published>2011-02-10T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:41:15.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is important?</title><content type='html'>When I think about schools, the most important thing you can focus on is climate.  Professional climate is one thing we often overlook and we as adults end up treating each other like the kids often treat each other.  It is without care or concern.  If we cannot treat each other well, why should we expect our kids to behave well.  Why would we have a good climate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-659157054276604137?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/659157054276604137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-important.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/659157054276604137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/659157054276604137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-important.html' title='What is important?'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2910003941166348791</id><published>2011-02-10T20:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:37:27.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How crazy</title><content type='html'>How crazy will the Garden go when Ray makes the record breaking three?&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2910003941166348791?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2910003941166348791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2910003941166348791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2910003941166348791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-crazy.html' title='How crazy'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-5510576408834050133</id><published>2011-01-31T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:17:44.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Weather</title><content type='html'>Can you make it through a winter without getting a little depressed?  This would be the year of challenge.  I have managed to stay focused on the important things each storm:  Spend time shoveling, doing work and spending time with the family on these extra days.&lt;br /&gt;I do like June better than January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-5510576408834050133?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5510576408834050133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5510576408834050133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5510576408834050133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-weather.html' title='Winter Weather'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2773463222993425394</id><published>2011-01-26T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:56:02.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you...</title><content type='html'>Why do you do what you do for a career?  There has to be a worthwhile reason.  Money, quality of life, or maybe a calling in your life could all be good reasons.  I think more and more about this as I get older.  Why do I do what I do?  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2773463222993425394?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2773463222993425394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2773463222993425394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2773463222993425394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-do-you.html' title='Why do you...'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1269136537581626204</id><published>2011-01-20T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:49:32.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeopardy</title><content type='html'>Watch Jeopardy with a competitive family.  Lot of fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1269136537581626204?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1269136537581626204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/jeopardy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1269136537581626204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1269136537581626204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/jeopardy.html' title='Jeopardy'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2727117859743662989</id><published>2011-01-19T16:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:41:18.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About the kids</title><content type='html'>When we endeavor to do anything related to kids, it has to be about the kids.  Whether it is coaching sports teams, teaching life lessons (like sharing), or even go skiing with the family, it has to be about the kids.  We have to put our egos aside or our personal success aside and focus on the kids.  Why is it that so many adults lose track of this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2727117859743662989?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2727117859743662989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/about-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2727117859743662989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2727117859743662989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/about-kids.html' title='About the kids'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-3471354622584310676</id><published>2011-01-10T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:34:59.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>SO does everyone come back to school with a New Year's Resolution of getting something done?  The last six days have been as hectic as any I have had this year.  I believe people are just trying to start off the year on the involved foot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-3471354622584310676?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3471354622584310676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3471354622584310676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3471354622584310676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4237342094013534207</id><published>2011-01-08T15:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T15:38:21.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Aliens</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here watching "Ancient Aliens" on the History Channel with my kids.  Quite an afternoon!  Hard to believe we are the only life forms in the universe who sit around watching this kind of show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4237342094013534207?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4237342094013534207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/ancient-aliens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4237342094013534207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4237342094013534207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/ancient-aliens.html' title='Ancient Aliens'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8851558638772474916</id><published>2011-01-06T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:45:00.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the game was ours</title><content type='html'>Just finished reading my first book with reading glasses.  Another sign of getting old I dare say.  "When the Game was Ours" is a great retrospective of the Bird and Magic Era, highly recommend it.  There really will never be another era like that where two very similar players (and yet different) created a league like the did.  Magic had more championships but looking at the stats that Larry had, scary.  I wish I could have appreciated it more when I lived through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8851558638772474916?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8851558638772474916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-game-was-ours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8851558638772474916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8851558638772474916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-game-was-ours.html' title='When the game was ours'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4893719856863067183</id><published>2010-12-20T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:48:45.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When is it time?</title><content type='html'>When is it time to step away from the game?  As a person who loves the game, there is a time to step away gracefully and enjoy the spoils of your success.  So many have not, trying to find the thrill of the game at a point where the game has passed you by.  Jordan, Mays, and now Favre are all examples who had their chance to go out on top but couldn't say goodbye.  Are we any different?  Are their any pursuits we continue after the point of no return?  Hoop for me.  I am not good about the stretching thing.  I don't know when to back off on the defensive end when a younger kid is taking it to the basket.  Now I am having MRI's and hobbling around.  Maybe it is time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4893719856863067183?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4893719856863067183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-is-it-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4893719856863067183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4893719856863067183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-is-it-time.html' title='When is it time?'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2684010869011201966</id><published>2010-12-16T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:01:10.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Feller</title><content type='html'>Seeing the death of Bob Feller makes me harken back to a better age of baseball.  He was a Cleveland Indian for life even after the game.  An ambassador for the game, Feller was a shining example of how a professional was to act in support of the team, city and its people.  He came out of high school to play the game.  He served his country in WWII. He is a Hall of Famer.  It is doubtful there will be people or players like him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2684010869011201966?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2684010869011201966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/12/bob-feller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2684010869011201966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2684010869011201966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/12/bob-feller.html' title='Bob Feller'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2923174901436825914</id><published>2010-12-05T18:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:16:16.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I pick em?</title><content type='html'>I watch football each week after making picks on the games and I am very conservative with my picks.  I take favorites.  I am managing a .500 record.  Thank goodness it is all for fun and not for money!  I will stick to my day job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2923174901436825914?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2923174901436825914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-i-pick-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2923174901436825914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2923174901436825914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-i-pick-em.html' title='Can I pick em?'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-7294782002106302557</id><published>2010-11-28T20:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:10:47.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>I used to paint houses for summer work.  Really I did.  I periodically paint a side of the house here at home but today I had fun painting.  I bought a birthday adirondack chair for my wife.  Now I don't have the reputation as being too handy at home.  In fact, my wife revels in giving me a hard time about the lack of "handiness" for the lack of a better term.  I believe we all bring certain skills to the table and I am truly not the best at the fine motor skill thing but I am bound and determined to do a good job on this task. Stay tuned for updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-7294782002106302557?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7294782002106302557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/11/painting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7294782002106302557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7294782002106302557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/11/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1385443843782811648</id><published>2010-11-27T08:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T08:26:16.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving means winter is here to me. Golf clubs are on their way out of the car. Skis are tuned up. Coats have been changed to winter ones. This change in time of year means a change in perspective of the weather, length of day and what types of activities. The gym becomes my outlet for a tough day. It is always a challenge to deal with this transition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1385443843782811648?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1385443843782811648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1385443843782811648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1385443843782811648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8048448322119749647</id><published>2010-11-18T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:07:42.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust me I am trying</title><content type='html'>I am having one of those periods of my life where I am trying very hard but not getting ahead.  Trust me.  Things are building up and I feel like I cannot make a dent in the pile of things to do.  I have made lists and piles and even asked for help.  No luck.  I am trying very hard, staying late and getting nowhere.  Trust me.  How do you get ahead when you have no idea how to get there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8048448322119749647?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8048448322119749647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/11/trust-me-i-am-trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8048448322119749647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8048448322119749647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/11/trust-me-i-am-trying.html' title='Trust me I am trying'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-5970668456242203416</id><published>2010-11-11T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:52:14.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th Post</title><content type='html'>I am not the best writer in the world and don't pretend to be. Sometimes I have things to say and sometimes it is better to just stay quiet. This blog has served as therapy sometimes and sometimes it has been work to keep writing. But I made a commitment to keep a journal when we went through Rachel's Challenge (keep a journal was one of her challenges). It has been a good experience since I haven't kept a journal since I was in college. Back then it was just song lyrics or great quotes but now it is thoughts and observations. I know people do more than I do with their blog but this is what I can do and still manage time for the family and golf (not much longer this year) on a Veteran's Day. So here is my 100th post. Here's to 100 more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-5970668456242203416?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5970668456242203416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-100th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5970668456242203416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5970668456242203416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th Post'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-5615822411153461517</id><published>2010-10-28T21:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:21:17.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Practice</title><content type='html'>We had our last football practice tonight.  Actually it was my son's last practice but I was there.  Although he will have more time starting next week, it is also sad.  Another season ending means he is that much older.  Sometimes I wish I could freeze time and keep him at this great age.  Each of these moments makes me feel older and a little sadder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-5615822411153461517?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5615822411153461517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5615822411153461517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5615822411153461517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-practice.html' title='Last Practice'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-3229612378124449042</id><published>2010-10-27T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:52:53.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When is good good enough?</title><content type='html'>I feel like there are people out there who are never satisfied with success.  Now that can sound like they are striving for better all the time but there are times when we need to celebrate the success we have and focus on those areas that we need to accomplish.  Adding more to the equation, we lose the momentum in the areas we need to work on.  The challenge is staying true to the work, not the distractions.  When we spread ourselves too thin, we don't do anything well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-3229612378124449042?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3229612378124449042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-is-good-good-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3229612378124449042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3229612378124449042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-is-good-good-enough.html' title='When is good good enough?'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-698776416366041427</id><published>2010-10-04T19:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:21:42.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling into Fall</title><content type='html'>I do enjoy fall as the scenery is breathtaking and the crisp air is refreshing. I wish we could somehow stop time and enjoy this couple of weeks with daylight, cool temperatures, and the color.  Fall also brings a rhythm to life as the beginning of school is past and we have established some routine and predictability.  The balance of the season and routine make it a great time to be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-698776416366041427?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/698776416366041427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling-into-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/698776416366041427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/698776416366041427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling-into-fall.html' title='Falling into Fall'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4499776649566897824</id><published>2010-10-01T10:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:58:38.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NECAP testing</title><content type='html'>First day of NECAP testing today as we go through two reading tests. The school puts everything on hold for this. I am split on this testing thing. We do have occasions in life where we are measured and the world has to come to a halt. This is the first ones in life I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4499776649566897824?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4499776649566897824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/10/necap-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4499776649566897824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4499776649566897824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/10/necap-testing.html' title='NECAP testing'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1235203755982390659</id><published>2010-09-29T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T13:49:34.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yankees Clinch</title><content type='html'>The Yankees clinched a playoff spot yesterday.  I don't hold much hope for the playoffs though unless they can get solid pitching 1-4.  Playoff baseball is a lot of fun to watch though so I look forward to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1235203755982390659?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1235203755982390659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/09/yankees-clinch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1235203755982390659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1235203755982390659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/09/yankees-clinch.html' title='Yankees Clinch'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2475041535750012537</id><published>2010-09-22T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:59:29.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The most difficult thing I have to do</title><content type='html'>Being a middle school principal has its difficult moments but it is nothing compared to being a parent.  I am not talking about the early years of diaper changing, making sure they are sleeping, or making the well balanced meal.  Or even the taxi service during their middle years.  Or even the dealing with them miles away at college or whatever.  I am talking about the situations when you can't help them find their way or step in when they could use an advocate.  Having to stand idly by when they are not getting a fair deal or have to make a difficult decision.  Parents have to step back and let their kids fail or succeed on their own.  Kids have to learn their own lessons and make their own way.  When someone figures out the best way to keep out of the way, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2475041535750012537?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2475041535750012537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-difficult-thing-i-have-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2475041535750012537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2475041535750012537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-difficult-thing-i-have-to-do.html' title='The most difficult thing I have to do'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-6195923409688639902</id><published>2010-09-14T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:54:48.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overload</title><content type='html'>How do you recognize when you are on overload?  Things are coming to you so fast you don't know where to turn next.  Do you pick one thing to try and accomplish it?  Do you pick up a little of each thing and just try to get through it all?  Do you just shut down?  I am not sure as I have tried each of the above.  I will keep plugging along through the challenges going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-6195923409688639902?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6195923409688639902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/09/overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6195923409688639902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6195923409688639902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/09/overload.html' title='Overload'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1538265685761036335</id><published>2010-08-30T20:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:31:33.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement for first day</title><content type='html'>I love the first day of school when the kids come in with bright eyes and excitement.  They are looking to see what the new year is all about and who is their teacher and who is in their class.  New clothes, new materials, and the prospect of a new year.  It is all fresh, exciting, and full of possibilities.  I wish we could bottle up all the positive energy for those times we need it.  I hope I can sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1538265685761036335?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1538265685761036335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/08/excitement-for-first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1538265685761036335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1538265685761036335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/08/excitement-for-first-day.html' title='Excitement for first day'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2740723441719856520</id><published>2010-08-26T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:06:04.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day with Teachers</title><content type='html'>So here we are meeting for the first time and I am still nervous.  I have done this three times before but there is still a part of me that gets nervous when I present change or vision or even a schedule.  There are people that will pick up the "tells" but hopefully the message is still clear and forceful where it needs to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2740723441719856520?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2740723441719856520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-with-teachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2740723441719856520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2740723441719856520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-with-teachers.html' title='First Day with Teachers'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4247977963300046780</id><published>2010-08-24T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:25:29.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Education revisited</title><content type='html'>Sitting in my back to school administrator meeting, I find it truly interesting that we bounce back and forth from philosophy to "nuts and bolts" type of work.  This is the beginning of school in a nutshell.  We bounce back and forth with getting the school open and setting a direction for the school year.  It is exciting and frustrating all at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4247977963300046780?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4247977963300046780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/08/education-revisited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4247977963300046780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4247977963300046780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/08/education-revisited.html' title='Education revisited'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-3270537658514099687</id><published>2010-08-01T20:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:54:47.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Augustine 2010</title><content type='html'>Just back from a whirlwind tour of St. Augustine Florida and all its tourism, history and heat. We survived upper 90's weather with a health dose of 80-85 degree water and air conditioning. I do not know how Ponce de Leon drank that water. The Flagler history there was mind blowing. Golf at the King and the Bear was phenomenal. Good time, good city and good to be home where I can consider a pair of sweatpants tonight because 66 is a bit chilly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-3270537658514099687?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3270537658514099687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/08/st-augustine-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3270537658514099687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3270537658514099687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/08/st-augustine-2010.html' title='St. Augustine 2010'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-7289174740557352159</id><published>2010-06-25T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:50:12.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny day</title><content type='html'>So here I am at work and looking out at 75 and beautiful.  How do people do it?  How do they work through this weather?  I can't and I am out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-7289174740557352159?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7289174740557352159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunny-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7289174740557352159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7289174740557352159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunny-day.html' title='Sunny day'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8003134301223820423</id><published>2010-06-15T20:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:57:13.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Game 6</title><content type='html'>Teamwork and knowing your role, that is why the Celts are here.  Wouldn't it be great if everyone understood this in all they did?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8003134301223820423?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8003134301223820423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/06/game-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8003134301223820423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8003134301223820423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/06/game-6.html' title='Game 6'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4948900655757068713</id><published>2010-06-08T20:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:45:33.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat LA</title><content type='html'>I do not watch too much regular season pro basketball but when the playoffs come around I do.  I love the Celtics run they have made and I have hope that older men can still play a little ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4948900655757068713?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4948900655757068713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/06/beat-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4948900655757068713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4948900655757068713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/06/beat-la.html' title='Beat LA'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8412999046311748933</id><published>2010-06-08T15:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:04:33.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy</title><content type='html'>Is there an inverse proportion for student energy at the end of the year and adult energy?  These two weeks of school are always the most trying and exciting.  Hold on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8412999046311748933?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8412999046311748933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/06/energy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8412999046311748933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8412999046311748933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/06/energy.html' title='Energy'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-3039818596583366301</id><published>2010-05-05T12:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:57:44.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I realized over vacation that I would really like to control my time.  Time for work and time for fun under my control would be really living.  I feel controlled rather free to enjoy the things I need and want to do.  We are overbooked in my house and finding time to enjoy the better things of life is a challenge sometimes.  Like now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-3039818596583366301?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3039818596583366301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/05/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3039818596583366301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3039818596583366301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/05/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-725099484887180741</id><published>2010-04-19T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:49:36.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>SO where do you stand on homework?  How much should students be doing?  Are students supposed to be spending hours after a full day in school and after all their activities?  I am having serious thoughts about homework.  What are your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-725099484887180741?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/725099484887180741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/04/homework.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/725099484887180741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/725099484887180741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/04/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-3440808582935140925</id><published>2010-04-19T07:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:23:30.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week before vacation</title><content type='html'>What is it about the week before a vacation?  The energy level goes way up as if some part of us is already on vacation.  Wittingly or unwittingly, I always seem to schedule a million things to do and almost make it like I have to go on vacation to recover from the crazy week preceding it.  Interviews, school board meeting, practices for my kids, and all that goes with being a principal normally is enough to send me over the edge.  Our memory is short when it comes to year to year for this type of thing.  I for one never learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-3440808582935140925?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3440808582935140925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-before-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3440808582935140925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3440808582935140925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-before-vacation.html' title='Week before vacation'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-3300192711511017565</id><published>2010-03-23T07:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T07:31:50.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>If someone writes a blog and no one reads it, does it make a point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-3300192711511017565?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3300192711511017565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/03/if.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3300192711511017565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3300192711511017565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/03/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2715613576232999523</id><published>2010-03-18T17:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:00:10.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>I love the first weekend of the NCAA tournament. It is a time when David can beat Goliath.  We see all these teams we haven't seen all year and root for them.  Murray State?  Yea I had them.  Old Dominion?  Them too. Missed St. Mary's though.  It is just plain fun to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2715613576232999523?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2715613576232999523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2715613576232999523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2715613576232999523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-7808667045155790515</id><published>2010-03-08T10:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:43:43.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose your attitude</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation with a parent this morning who was trying to convince his son that we indeed get to choose our attitude each day. He was suggesting to his son that if he wanted to be in a good mood today that he just had to plan on it.  Is it that simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is.  I believe that people are who they want to be.  They are in the mood they most feel comfortable in.  They let things drag them to the negative sometimes because it is easier to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people in the world who have many challenges and yet they manage to smile and have a positive attitude.  There are those who don't have many challenges but make some for themselves and have a negative attitude.  It really is who they are and what attitude they choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to choose what mood I am going to have each day from here on out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-7808667045155790515?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7808667045155790515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/03/choose-your-attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7808667045155790515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7808667045155790515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/03/choose-your-attitude.html' title='Choose your attitude'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2357766255833261033</id><published>2010-03-04T08:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:04:12.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Education in the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>So when the White House asks, "what does education in the 21st Century mean to you?  What would you answer?  I am really struggling with this right now in my own thinking.  Dealing with meeting the mark on standardized tests is our reality, but the preoccupation with this is not.  Technology needs to be integrated and not the end all.  But a better prepared student for this changeable society, that is what should be striving for.  Check out this blog that will shed a little more light:&lt;br /&gt;http://ow.ly/1dZiZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2357766255833261033?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2357766255833261033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/03/education-in-21st-century.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2357766255833261033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2357766255833261033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/03/education-in-21st-century.html' title='Education in the 21st Century'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-7322072928312134799</id><published>2010-02-16T15:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:09:43.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and short memories</title><content type='html'>If you love New England, you have to appreciate the year to year snowfall.  This year it has been sparce.  It has been a month since we had snow.  4-6 inches of snow is remarkable this year and we close school with the threat of this snow even if it came in after school.  Last year, it was part of life each week.  We do have short memories when it comes to weather and how to handle it.  Drive slow and deal with the snow, don't be afraid of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-7322072928312134799?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7322072928312134799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-and-short-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7322072928312134799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7322072928312134799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-and-short-memories.html' title='Snow and short memories'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4240349852208488070</id><published>2010-02-15T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:34:14.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill of RIghts</title><content type='html'>So we are studying the French Revolution and the Declaration of Rights of Men tonight.  A long reading assignment coupled with several challenging questions is the work we are engrossed in.  When did reading a section and answering questions be put forward as a good practice even a best practice?  How do kids really engage in overblown and pompous writing and reading?  Have them discuss it or challenge their own understandings of rights.  Get down and dirty with the topic and give them something really to consider rather than read about history from 400 years ago that doesn't really relate to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4240349852208488070?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4240349852208488070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/02/bill-of-rights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4240349852208488070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4240349852208488070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/02/bill-of-rights.html' title='Bill of RIghts'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-5553841470299341623</id><published>2010-02-08T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:53:21.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How we doing?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like the world is spinning and you want get off?  The image of being on a merry go round and trying to jump off.  I wonder if I can keep my balance when I land.  I wonder if we only have so much resilience that we have over stretches of challenge.  Outlets for our frustration such as family and exercise, least that is how I do it.  How do you do it?  Answer the question below:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-5553841470299341623?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5553841470299341623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-we-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5553841470299341623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5553841470299341623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-we-doing.html' title='How we doing?'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2438482662129587570</id><published>2010-02-02T08:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:16:40.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curriculum 21</title><content type='html'>So I just received the new ASCD book called "Curriculum 21: Essential Education for a Changing World". Having read the introduction, I realize that we are teaching a curriculum that is better suited for when I was a kid and not what about the world is now. Have we missed the boat on the last 50 years in Social Studies? Could we a do a cursory coverage of colonial America versus and look at 9/11 in a more in-depth way? Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2438482662129587570?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2438482662129587570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/02/curriculum-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2438482662129587570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2438482662129587570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/02/curriculum-21.html' title='Curriculum 21'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8695114762854874093</id><published>2010-01-29T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:03:26.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Face to Face</title><content type='html'>So, I am guilty.  Guilty of getting caught up in the technology.  Caught up in the gadgets and the websites and the social networking.  Guilty of connecting to places and things thousands of miles away and not within my own sphere.  I have to keep remembering the need personal need to connect with people face to face.  Have a conversation while reading their mood and needs.  Talking about everything and anything.  I need to put the Blackberry away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8695114762854874093?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8695114762854874093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/face-to-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8695114762854874093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8695114762854874093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/face-to-face.html' title='Face to Face'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-3432572435001093386</id><published>2010-01-21T08:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:38:29.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter versus Facebook</title><content type='html'>SO what do you use?  It is the topic of the week among my friends.  I have not even scratched the surface of Twitter but I think I will like it more than Facebook due to the amount of information available.  But Facebook is all the rage and I strive to be cool....  Twitter it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-3432572435001093386?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3432572435001093386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/twitter-versus-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3432572435001093386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3432572435001093386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/twitter-versus-facebook.html' title='Twitter versus Facebook'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1870982215118205876</id><published>2010-01-20T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T07:53:46.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days and unfazed</title><content type='html'>We have officially reached the point in winter that when it snows for two straight days and a dusting turns into 4 inches, we are unfazed.  Living in New England can be a drag sometimes but when you see how beautiful the last couple of days have been you don't mind.  Shovel the light dusting away and go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1870982215118205876?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1870982215118205876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-days-and-unfazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1870982215118205876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1870982215118205876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-days-and-unfazed.html' title='Snow Days and unfazed'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-3046981287498155593</id><published>2010-01-12T07:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:50:27.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>It seems like we were just starting the school year and here we are in the middle of January.  Time flies when you are doing good things.  WE are really doing good things everyday with kids, parents, and community members.  This really is a good school and community of educators to work with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-3046981287498155593?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3046981287498155593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3046981287498155593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3046981287498155593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4160534381201328984</id><published>2010-01-11T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:03:47.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoop</title><content type='html'>We accomplished a rare feat this weekend, my kids both had basketball games and both teams won.  This rare occasion has not happened this year as one team or the other has struggled at one time or another.  I do have competitive kids but usually they can let it go pretty quickly when they don't win but I will say it was a kinder and gentler household this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4160534381201328984?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4160534381201328984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4160534381201328984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4160534381201328984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoop.html' title='Hoop'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-7484778143316810402</id><published>2010-01-05T07:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:38:36.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playoffs?</title><content type='html'>I love the first two weeks of the NFL playoffs.  You get an idea of the teams that will be the ones to beat.  Last year it was Arizona.  Who will it be this year?  Who will hit their stride at the right time?  Hanging around to catch the games makes a cold day a little better.  January doesn't hold a lot for those who don't ski but this weekend, at least there will be football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-7484778143316810402?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7484778143316810402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7484778143316810402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7484778143316810402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Playoffs?'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-331406107375845901</id><published>2009-12-31T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:05:05.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>The end of a year and the beginning of a new one always brings about nostalgia and resolutions.  Shouldn't we just try to live a good and balanced life all the time?  I think we try to but the challenges of that life make it hard to stay balanced.  Strength of character will see you through it all but who knows where to find it all the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my office and organized my thoughts this week.  I played with the kids and hopefully will be skiing this weekend.  I am ready for the best year yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-331406107375845901?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/331406107375845901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/331406107375845901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/331406107375845901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2875013934272472039</id><published>2009-12-21T07:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:35:23.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>So here we sit the week of Christmas with so much to do and so little time to do it.  Christmas is a wonderful time for family and friends but we get caught up in the preparation and the going.  Party here and party there, go to the in-laws, go to the store, it all becomes a little too much.  When do we catch our breath and allow for the spirit to seep into our mind and body and do we truly enjoy the holiday?   I hope to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2875013934272472039?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2875013934272472039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2875013934272472039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2875013934272472039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2109850752883696741</id><published>2009-12-14T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:16:22.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C'Mon Man</title><content type='html'>Every Monday Night, my son and I watch the segment "C'mon Man" on ESPN Monday Night Football coverage.  It is a review of teams that just don't get it or plays that guys make that are so bad all you can say is "C'mon Man!"  Wouldn't it be great if we could do that in life when someone just blows you away with their ineptitude?  When someone pulls a Tiger Woods or a parent forgets to pick up their child from a dance or even a student treats another poorly just because they can.  "C'mon Man! would be so great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2109850752883696741?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2109850752883696741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/12/cmon-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2109850752883696741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2109850752883696741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/12/cmon-man.html' title='C&apos;Mon Man'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-7099298103744394149</id><published>2009-12-07T07:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:29:36.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Put away the clubs</title><content type='html'>So I left at 3:00 and ran around nine holes before it got dark Friday.  My last round of the year.  To be greeted by 3 inches of snow on Sunday morning, I realized that basketball season has begun.  Sore muscles and bruised egos are next in line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-7099298103744394149?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7099298103744394149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/12/put-away-clubs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7099298103744394149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7099298103744394149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/12/put-away-clubs.html' title='Put away the clubs'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8869643930631090498</id><published>2009-12-01T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:13:18.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was great.  I actually took a couple of days to slow down.  The rain helped slow down the activities but I made a "subconscious" effort to slow down.  I spent time playing with my son and daughter.  Not so easy with a 15 year old who seems to being going at 90 miles an hour all the time herself.  We are overbooking ourselves and our kids.  We are trying to better ourselves and our kids at the expense of really enjoying life and family.  I am in favor of reaching potential and getting the most our of life but "the most out of life" is enjoying what we have right in front of us.  Family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8869643930631090498?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8869643930631090498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/12/slow-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8869643930631090498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8869643930631090498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/12/slow-down.html' title='Slow Down'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-317902333355774532</id><published>2009-11-02T18:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:51:50.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision for 2010-2011</title><content type='html'>I am asked to create a vision statement for the upcoming year when it comes to our budget. Here is this year's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision for Rye Junior High School has changed very little in the past year. Preparing students for the world ahead of them is our highest priority. High school is the first step from here and the world after that can take on many different forms depending on the student and their individual skill areas. How do we meet the various needs of the students who walk through our doors every morning?&lt;br /&gt;Students are developing at different rates in their three years at Rye Junior High School. Whether the changes come physically, mentally or even socially, RJH is positioned to meet the needs of all its students. We establish programming, opportunities, and a building to reach each student at their own level. Students challenge us each day to give them an understanding of the ever changing world by their questions, needs and dreams. Teachers respond by creating new lessons, activities, and assessments designed to push students to higher levels. They integrate technology in new and exciting ways. Research is being done both electronically and with traditional methods to allow students to find the answers they want and are asked to uncover. We work to develop the “whole child.” To quantify development is very difficult. Although we have measurable outcomes academically, the three years at RJH is a journey and the pace at which students get to the end varies dramatically. Each student hits his/her stride at different times. Think of your own journey and when you hit your stride.&lt;br /&gt;Additions to the school, we have a couple that allow us to move forward at a more rapid pace. A newly finished library greatly expands our ability to teach integrated research in a suitable location. There is plenty of learning space while allowing the library to continue to function as a traditional lending library. Internet access and expanded collections allow students to have adequate resources to complete their work and read the most current literature. This space will once again be the hub of activity in our building but will allow for more access and enhanced learning opportunities. With funding from the Rye Education Foundation, we were able to create a One to One Netbook pilot in the seventh grade. This immediate access to technology for teachers and students has allowed students to grow more proficient with technology as they are using it on a daily basis in more than one classroom. Increased writing, research and data analysis promotes higher level thinking and greater skill development, not only in technology but in their core classes. Continuation of this pilot would be optimal for student learning for a modern world.&lt;br /&gt;But these are tough times economically and continued expansion of programs is difficult. Our strength is in our teachers and their skill sets. We continue to pursue professional development opportunities for all and allow teachers to grow and develop. We have initiated the Professional Learning Communities model to bring a focus to learning and not teaching. Data analysis is part of our weekly conversation. How are our students progressing? What areas are they proficient and what areas need greater concentration? How does our curriculum allow for student progress? These are conversations that are the focus of common planning time. We are thankful to have the resource of our colleagues and their collective wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Moving into the second decade of this century, we are still committed to the ideal that all students can learn what they need to be successful in the years to come. We are preparing students for the world around them and the world that is to come. It is our mission and our responsibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-317902333355774532?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/317902333355774532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/11/vision-for-2010-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/317902333355774532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/317902333355774532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/11/vision-for-2010-2011.html' title='Vision for 2010-2011'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1282093060394376533</id><published>2009-10-21T07:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:55:58.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yankee Baseball</title><content type='html'>So far the Yankees have lived up to their payroll.  After years of people pointing to chemistry or the lack of it, it is clear the mix of players have made a difference in this playoff run.  So the question is, what is the biggest factor in winning a playoff series.  Clearly, you have to have the players and especially the pitching.  But what about that player with all the intangibles; Nick Swisher, Bill Miller, Bucky Dent to name a few.  Not the highest paid player but the ones who get it done despite their paycheck.  Those are the difference makers and the ones I cheer for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1282093060394376533?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1282093060394376533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/10/yankee-baseball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1282093060394376533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1282093060394376533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/10/yankee-baseball.html' title='Yankee Baseball'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-7943298112488487325</id><published>2009-10-20T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:08:06.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get back to what is important</title><content type='html'>I am mired in reports and tasks.  So many things that are dictated to be done that I can see an end.  I realized this morning that I had gotten so far afield of what I do this for that I left my office and went to classrooms.  I saw teachers doing great things and kids engaged in their work.  I had to smile and was re-energized for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-7943298112488487325?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7943298112488487325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-back-to-what-is-important.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7943298112488487325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7943298112488487325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-back-to-what-is-important.html' title='Get back to what is important'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-448927503587962756</id><published>2009-10-13T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:51:32.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell her that its human nature</title><content type='html'>I probably won't go see the Michael Jackson movie.  It is just sad to hear "Human Nature" and remember how great his music was and how innocent he was.  It was so long ago and he was even older than me but I will remember him with his brothers in the Jackson 5.  I was young, it was easier to enjoy the music without knowing what would become of him.&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't see the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-448927503587962756?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/448927503587962756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-her-that-its-human-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/448927503587962756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/448927503587962756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-her-that-its-human-nature.html' title='Tell her that its human nature'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1969551276451570863</id><published>2009-10-06T08:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:31:22.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test is Here</title><content type='html'>The school has fully undertaken the NECAP test today. Kids are actively engaged in the test and you could hear a pin drop. It is too quiet in the building. &lt;br /&gt;Life in the modern school includes this accountability measure, ours in NH is the NECAP test. Is this a measurement for the school and the children or is it a clearer picture of our society as a whole? Are kids coming to school ready to engage in their learning? How do they know to do so? Are parents supportive of the school and its practice? This question is answered in how students engage in the test.&lt;br /&gt;Take out those students with specific learning issues. They are going to struggle with standardized tests and have struggled forever. But those who do not have learning issues, their level of engagement is partially due to the messages they get in the home. It is partially due to who students are as individuals. It is partially due to the nature of tests. It is partially the school and its presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Will we solve the engagement issue at school? I have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1969551276451570863?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1969551276451570863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/10/test-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1969551276451570863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1969551276451570863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/10/test-is-here.html' title='The Test is Here'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4057814777382907973</id><published>2009-10-02T11:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:05:33.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Saturday</title><content type='html'>How about Sunday with the NFL on instead of Saturday with youth soccer games and end of year barbecues?  Can somebody get control of the weather please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4057814777382907973?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4057814777382907973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/10/rainy-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4057814777382907973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4057814777382907973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/10/rainy-saturday.html' title='Rainy Saturday'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1094147739478510366</id><published>2009-09-25T07:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:42:22.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frost</title><content type='html'>I am not the person who wishes for colder weather but I may welcome a little frost tonight.  Other than slowing the growth of my grass, I will be glad to have the frost take care of these mosquitos.  EEE has been a concern for too long and it will be great for kids to go outside in the afternoon with no fear.  I usually love September but this year it has been a cautious infatuation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1094147739478510366?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1094147739478510366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/09/frost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1094147739478510366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1094147739478510366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/09/frost.html' title='Frost'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-5858858373631580346</id><published>2009-09-23T07:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:50:51.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication Breakdown</title><content type='html'>In the day and age of multiple communication methods, how do we guarantee we stay in touch? Funny question huh? You can text me, email me, tweet me, check me out on my Facebook, call me on one of my cellphones, or even call me at the office. The problem seems to be that with all the options, no one does it the same way. You have to keep an inventory of the specific methods of communication for specific people. This is my latest challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-5858858373631580346?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5858858373631580346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/09/communication-breakdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5858858373631580346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5858858373631580346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/09/communication-breakdown.html' title='Communication Breakdown'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-1490087590849029978</id><published>2009-09-18T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:09:10.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday On My Mind</title><content type='html'>Why is it that my whole mood changes with the prospect of the weekend? I do love the kids and teachers in my school and have fun with much of what I do here at RJH. But the prospect of the weekend and not working always brightens my Friday. Would I work if I didn't have to? Probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-1490087590849029978?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1490087590849029978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1490087590849029978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/1490087590849029978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-on-my-mind.html' title='Friday On My Mind'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-6590577521966249581</id><published>2009-09-13T19:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:48:02.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Derek Jeter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v03GyhXudSo/Sq4tZrs7v6I/AAAAAAAAADI/o9QtDPaMsss/s1600-h/alg_jeter_runs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v03GyhXudSo/Sq4tZrs7v6I/AAAAAAAAADI/o9QtDPaMsss/s320/alg_jeter_runs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381288524005490594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in NE it is tough being a Yankee fan. It has gotten harder over the last few years. But after the last couple of days, I know one thing for sure. Derek Jeter is a throwback to a day gone by. He is professional, hard worker and great player. I am glad he is on my team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-6590577521966249581?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6590577521966249581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/09/derek-jeter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6590577521966249581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6590577521966249581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/09/derek-jeter.html' title='Derek Jeter'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v03GyhXudSo/Sq4tZrs7v6I/AAAAAAAAADI/o9QtDPaMsss/s72-c/alg_jeter_runs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8328347820760701062</id><published>2009-08-29T12:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:23:49.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ted Kennedy</title><content type='html'>Sitting here watching Ted Kennedy's funeral makes me realize that no matter what you accomplish it comes back to family and the lessons you can teach your kids just by doing.  Teaching is through doing not saying.  I have to remember that,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8328347820760701062?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8328347820760701062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ted-kennedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8328347820760701062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8328347820760701062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ted-kennedy.html' title='Ted Kennedy'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8901366747114459647</id><published>2009-08-26T16:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:37:49.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the Corner</title><content type='html'>Here we are just around the corner from the first day of school.  Looking at the weather for the next few days, I take solace.  Cooler weather does not have students hoping for another day at the beach.  September is the toughest month to go to school as we remember the glorious days of summer and see 70 degree weather.  Can we find some time to hold on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8901366747114459647?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8901366747114459647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/08/around-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8901366747114459647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8901366747114459647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/08/around-corner.html' title='Around the Corner'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-8213075282279027881</id><published>2009-08-13T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:05:56.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Over?</title><content type='html'>So the question right now is when are you going back to school? When I reply, the standard answer is that "summer is over!" It is almost said with glee.&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a traditional 9-5 job. Since I was a 5 year old, I have had more flexibility in the summer than the 9-5ers. As an administrator, I spend a good deal of the summer in the office doing the behind the scenes work to get school ready to start. It is quiet (except our building project this summer) and very productive. I enjoy the summer because a great deal gets done. I miss the kids being here at school but it as everyone has said, they will be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;For me, summer isn't over. I have much left to do here at school before everything will be ready. But I will still find time to hit the beach and the course. I just have to stop listening to the gleeful comments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-8213075282279027881?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8213075282279027881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8213075282279027881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/8213075282279027881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-over.html' title='Summer Over?'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-5161199478086433233</id><published>2009-07-28T09:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:58:16.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids at the Beach</title><content type='html'>So we went for a bike ride to the beach.  After the obligatory complaining from the nine year old for the 1.8 mile ride, we arrived at the beach as the tide was coming in.  Armed with no toys or sand castle equipment, we commenced riding some waves, fighting the shrimp, throwing rocks (playing fetch), and just plain having a great day.  The 1.8 miles back to the car to rack the bikes was not nearly as bad as the nine year old envisioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-5161199478086433233?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5161199478086433233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/07/kids-at-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5161199478086433233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5161199478086433233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/07/kids-at-beach.html' title='Kids at the Beach'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-5481827244715570400</id><published>2009-07-20T13:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:38:12.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest for youth</title><content type='html'>So I started my day yesterday by doing a little run.  Nothing crazy but a couple miles.  Pruning trees in the front yard followed by a bike ride and a little tennis with my family (or should I say tennis ball retrieval).  Cap it off with hitting golf balls with the kids at 7:00 pm and it was an early bedtime.  I am sore today and feeling all the years I have been on this planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-5481827244715570400?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5481827244715570400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/07/quest-for-youth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5481827244715570400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5481827244715570400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/07/quest-for-youth.html' title='Quest for youth'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-6251530519945853738</id><published>2009-07-07T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:46:13.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>When was it that a day of clouds and light rain qualified as a &lt;strong&gt;Good Day&lt;/strong&gt;?  We have to tolerate bad weather or is it that we are making the best of it?  The other day it was sunny and I actually thought it was too bright!  I feel a bit like the groundhog in February coming out of my winter quarters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-6251530519945853738?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6251530519945853738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6251530519945853738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6251530519945853738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-6225908694637871071</id><published>2009-06-07T19:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:20:31.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the course</title><content type='html'>Embarking on my first 18 holes since Myrtle Beach, I was not sure what to expect from my game.  The morning was overcast but the sun was about to come out when I birdied the first hole.  A good start.  A ball in the woods and a bogey on the second hole followed by a double bogey on the third and the the feeling of rust was clearly there.  Playing the next three holes in even par, I played the seventh hoping to make something happen.  I took advice from President Leonard and went for the green in two on the par five.  The resulting eagle made the day worthwhile.  It also gave me the momentum to play the rest of the way two under par and shoot a 70.  Maybe I should take 5 weeks off from 18 holes, who knows what I would shoot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-6225908694637871071?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6225908694637871071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-at-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6225908694637871071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/6225908694637871071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-at-course.html' title='Day at the course'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-3504774895291318425</id><published>2009-06-02T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:59:50.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with Eighth Graders</title><content type='html'>I have endeavored to meet with all the eighth graders before the end of the year.  I am soliciting their opinions about everything from how to make the school better to what their hopes and dreams are for the future.  They say the darndest things.  It is encouraging to hear what they aspire to do and how things could be better.  My hope is that I will get real information that is useful and to validate their thoughts about the world around them.  They truly are big fish in a small pond and are ready to move on to the world of high school and all its trappings; independence, challenges, and new friends.  I am glad I finally have a chance to do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-3504774895291318425?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3504774895291318425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/06/talking-with-eighth-graders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3504774895291318425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3504774895291318425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/06/talking-with-eighth-graders.html' title='Talking with Eighth Graders'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-7647185024519594600</id><published>2009-05-28T16:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:43:34.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>After two days of rain and limited time outside, I need some fresh air.  I cannot imagine living my life without time outside.  I need to get outside and breath in the fresh air.  Can somebody stop the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Just venting, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-7647185024519594600?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7647185024519594600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/05/fresh-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7647185024519594600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7647185024519594600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/05/fresh-air.html' title='Fresh Air'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-3076389777484456239</id><published>2009-05-22T08:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:50:41.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax</title><content type='html'>Stress.  We all deal with it.  I think it is really about the threshold that people have for what life throws at them.  Different things lead people to get overwhelmed in their life but I would venture that it is of their own making.  Kids, jobs, and relationships are challenging parts of our life and yet quite often, we put ourselves in that position as a parent, employee, and spouse in the first place.  Life is of our own making and we are to make the most of it.  At least that is what I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-3076389777484456239?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3076389777484456239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/05/relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3076389777484456239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/3076389777484456239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/05/relax.html' title='Relax'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-5413071632040165510</id><published>2009-05-18T09:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:06:37.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working with your hands</title><content type='html'>I spent a couple of hours yesterday with my son spreading bark mulch.  Actually, he managed the back of the truck while I wheeled wheelbarrow fulls of mulch around the yard and spread it in our flower beds.  Cool for him and therapy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do a job that is mostly interpersonal and somewhat sedentary, the opportunity to work with your hands and get dirty is refreshing.  I can't say I do enough of it.  Mind you, shoveling snow fits into this category but I had more than enough of that this year and I need therapy after this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a weekend of yard work ahead, I should be in a good mental state.  My physical state may be a different situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-5413071632040165510?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/5413071632040165510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-with-your-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5413071632040165510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/5413071632040165510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-with-your-hands.html' title='Working with your hands'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-2828193030678286301</id><published>2009-05-07T10:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:52:55.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Your Child Perform</title><content type='html'>A wonderful 9 year old pitcher took the mound on Monday. Dressed in his "Rockies" uniform he confidently warmed up and was ready to pitch his one inning of relief in a hotly contested match up against the Cardinals. Starting with a strikeout, he quickly fell behind the next hitter and when he walked him, the nerves showed through. Another walk and some frustration brought his coach (and father) to the mound. "Remember you leg kick and slow yourself down" were the words of wisdom from Dad. The inning continued with a couple of infield hits and a couple of runs given up and the 9 year old was deflated. "No worries" said his coach, "This was your first time pitching against live hitting. You did well." Oh the pressure of being perfect! This 9 year old had to be perfect for himself and everyone watching.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard and wonderful to be a parent watching your children perform whether it be on the field, stage or wherever. You want to take the difficulty out the situation and make it go well for them, but you can't. The effort put into the performance makes it worthwhile. The challenge for parents is to not live vicariously through their child's experiences and allow them to struggle through these performances.&lt;br /&gt;The next time on the mound that 9 year old struck out three and walked one without the dad/coach there. No living vicariously on this occasion. There might be a lesson in that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-2828193030678286301?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2828193030678286301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/05/watching-your-child-perform.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2828193030678286301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/2828193030678286301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/05/watching-your-child-perform.html' title='Watching Your Child Perform'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-4679800495786995191</id><published>2009-04-19T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:39:13.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an Era</title><content type='html'>We went 4-0 in our last AAU tournament. Quite a nice weekend to watch my daughter's team (which I coached) win against some pretty good teams. They did so in convincing fashion but it was bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask? It is the last time I will coach her on a team in basketball.&lt;br /&gt;When she was in first grade I started coaching her team. To see her gradually learn the game and enjoy it was quite special. She grew as a player and as a person not to mention in her height. She made good friends, could look at her game with some pride and was part of teams that in the end had fun.&lt;br /&gt;When she started playing at the middle school level, it was the first team she played on that I did not coach. It was hard not to coach from the stands, but I did anyway (Move your feet! Hands up on defense! Don't reach!) It was great to see her apply her skills to a team that I didn't have direct contact with.&lt;br /&gt;We continued to play an abbreviated AAU schedule and extend her basketball season with her friends. We didn't always do well against these all star teams but the girls never got down and they saw how good it could be and how good they could be. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;Now we are done and she is into softball full steam; basketball camp this summer and onto high school in the fall. High school, ouch. I will miss working on the skills of basketball in a practice session with her but there is still the driveway and the gym possibly.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will pine away for the days of coaching her. I will miss the early days of teaching how to dribble and shoot a basketball. I know I will pine away for the day I could beat her in one on one, whenever she does beat me. Not too far away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-4679800495786995191?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4679800495786995191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4679800495786995191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/4679800495786995191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-era.html' title='End of an Era'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-7963168412882410245</id><published>2009-04-14T07:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:57:52.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle on my mind</title><content type='html'>We are about to make our annual pilgrimage to Myrtle Beach for April vacation. I am very fortunate to have a family that indulges my need for golf and actually plays with me. Friends, family, beach, pool and of course golf are the agenda for April vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive the 15 1/2 hour trip to South Carolina. We usually stay overnight on the way down after a day of tracking licence plates from hopefully all 50 states, punch buggies, and water towers (that is my sons interest). It is quite a trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather for the next 10 days&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Apr 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered T-Storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71°&lt;br /&gt;54°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed&lt;br /&gt;Apr 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly Cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66°&lt;br /&gt;45°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thu&lt;br /&gt;Apr 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly Cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65°&lt;br /&gt;45°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri&lt;br /&gt;Apr 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67°&lt;br /&gt;49°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat&lt;br /&gt;Apr 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69°&lt;br /&gt;55°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;Apr 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly Cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72°&lt;br /&gt;58°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon&lt;br /&gt;Apr 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered T-Storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70°&lt;br /&gt;52°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue&lt;br /&gt;Apr 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69°&lt;br /&gt;51°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed&lt;br /&gt;Apr 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69°&lt;br /&gt;55°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thu&lt;br /&gt;Apr 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly Cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70°&lt;br /&gt;54°&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-7963168412882410245?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/7963168412882410245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/04/myrtle-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7963168412882410245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/7963168412882410245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/04/myrtle-on-my-mind.html' title='Myrtle on my mind'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597305117141345412.post-516895498647541963</id><published>2009-04-06T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:43:56.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Overload</title><content type='html'>To say that the last few weeks have been stressful might be the understatement of the millenium.  I have had so much going on that I don't know which end is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I come to the NELMS Annual Conference to connect with colleagues and get educated on all that is middle level education and the information is overwhelming.  I have had a chance to go to new and exiting session with a plethura of information and I have nowhere to store it.  How do I make sense of all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you have to slow down and make some sense of the world around you and put everything in its place.  I don't mean shut it down but rather make sense of it all.  Technology and all its components is just one area I have a small handle on and with emerging tools and applications, I wonder if I have any handle at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a list of things to learn and get some control over and when I do, watch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597305117141345412-516895498647541963?l=polletsponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/516895498647541963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/04/information-overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/516895498647541963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597305117141345412/posts/default/516895498647541963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polletsponderings.blogspot.com/2009/04/information-overload.html' title='Information Overload'/><author><name>Mr. Pollet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130031468518635404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
