Monday, April 25, 2011

Life Span and Sex Identification of Giant Pandas: Animal Reports in First Grade

"Any questions for Melanie?" Hands flew up all over the classroom. Melanie stood proudly next to her giant panda display board, eager to deflect the curiosity of her classmates.

Question time is my favorite part of a student's report, when they go off script and I discover how much they really learned about their topic. Or how creative they are in a pinch.

"How long do pandas stay alive?" someone called out.

"Um, they stay alive until a snow leopard or a wild dog eats them," she replied confidently.

"So...they can live as long as they want to?"

"Yeah. Until they die."

She answered questions about panda babies, where you buy bamboo to put on a board about pandas, and where pandas live. Just when I thought we were done, however, she pulled out her own question: "Do you want to know how to tell if one is a boy or a girl?"

I was tempted to redirect, but I was just too curious about how she would explain it. I WAS ready to intervene at any moment, however. "Well, how you know if a panda is a boy or a girl -because they look just the same on the outside- is you watch them. See, only a boy will walk up to a girl. So, if there are two pandas together, the one that's walking up to the other one is the boy. That's how you tell!"

This didn't fully satisfy my curiosity -do girl pandas simply go through life without meeting?- but the class thought it made perfect sense, and we moved on without any major violations of our innocence. Phew.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

IMHO...And Yes, I Do Have One

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It's happened twice now. In conversation, I have described myself as not having strong opinions. About anything. I said this in earnest, stating it as fact and supporting it with evidence. Or so I thought.

Let's just say the contradictions were not long in coming.

The first time, I didn't recant until the following day. The next time, I took back my convoluted self-revelation after I gave a lengthy explanation of the opinion I'd claimed not to have.
My friend -who'd asked for my thoughts- was nonplussed. "Megan, I never believed you didn't have an opinion." he laughed.

What I can't understand is why I believed it. Where could I possibly have gotten the idea that I don't have strong opinions? Certainly not from a poll of my closest friends, family, and co-workers. (If you tried to tell my boss or my brothers that I don't have strong opinions, they would die of laughter.)

And why have I insisted on selling that ridiculous piece of propaganda to other people?

I have no idea.

Have no fear: I'm coming clean. I may not have strong opinions about everything, but I've done a little mental digging in the past few weeks, and it turns out I have more than I thought I do. I'm attempting to come to terms with the fact that I AM an opinionated person.

At your own risk, you might want to ask me about these sometime (I'll warn you about the strong opinion part right up front):
Homeschooling
Video games
Adoption
Entertainment in general
Biblical literacy
Correct grammar

I used to have strong opinions about these things:
Dating
Marriage
Parenting

OK, I probably still do. Never mind.