Rascally Oregonian

I can't explain why - insomnia most likely - but I was up late one night googling my own name, not because I'm vain, but to see if my name did indeed lead to my blog or other lovely things I had written.

In the process, I discovered that one day last September, while I was staying with my grandmother who is completely blind but continues to receive the newspaper nonetheless, I read the headline article about education in Oregon and had one of those days where I couldn't think straight until I had fired off a letter to the Editor.

I thought it was rather a good letter, if only because it was laconic for someone who tends to be a bit wordy and ranty. But I didn't hear from the Oregonian about publishing my letter. I admit I was a bit wee disappointed and maybe even placed a small hex on them.

Turns out - as I learned the other night - the rascals at the Oregonian did publish my letter. They just didn't call me. Jerks. As it's not like I can post it all over facebook or brag about it now. I mean it'd be silly, like hey, I made a really good smart point FIVE months ago...

But I'm posting the link anyway. Because it relates to education and some of the issues I'm coming up against now as I try to plan my son's education or at the very least get him into a decent pre-school this fall. Given the state of New York's schools, I can't say he'll be attending any of the public variety. My husband and I may have to get creative, as we don't really want him to be a good "worker"; we want him to be a good thinker, to be creative, to learn how to learn and what his interests are.

And I still like my letter. One of the responses is a little bizarre; I, of course, like the one that starts "Great letter..."