Fifty Years of Math in the USA

1. Teaching Math In 1950s

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price. What is his profit?



2. Teaching Math In 1960s

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?



3. Teaching Math In 1970s

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80. Did he make a profit?



4. Teaching Math In 1980s

A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.



5. Teaching Math In 1990s

A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of $20. What do you think of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation after answering the question: How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down their homes? (There are no wrong answers, and if you feel like crying, it is ok.)



6. Teaching Math In 2009

Un hachero vende una carretada de maderapara $100. El costo de la producciones es $80. Cuanto dinero ha hecho?

Sleeping Arrangements and Their Downfall

I don't know how it happened, but I woke up, it was dark, and I was trapped somewhere. I started screaming, and it took forever - and I mean forever - for Mom to show up. She turned on the light and said:

"Garrett?"

"Wha?" through my much-needed tears

"Where are you?"

"Righ he-yuh." Isn't it obvious? I'm here, and I need you to help me!!

Wait, I see Mom's feet. How the crap did I get here? I wriggle out, the light hurts my eyes. My mom reads me the riot act for being under my bed in the "middle of the night", but it's not my fault. I have no idea how I ended up there.

Discrimination Afoot

Louise is a blatant agist, as is evidenced by these comments of late:
"Mommy, I'm just going to be honest. Garrett is not good at coloring."
and today:
"Mommy, when babies are little, their brains are closed. That means they can't think."
Me: Why do you say that, Louise?
"Because they're not very smart."

it's my BIRTHday. it's Samantha's birthday too!

So,
it's my birthday.
tomorrow is my birthday as well.
actually, this entire week has been my birthday.
i want to go to the zoo.
i want another cupcake.
my parents are praying that God gives me just one present this year: the ability to control my tone of voice and increase the size of my heart towards others.
we'll see how that works.

on a side note, i'm doing rather well in the 'poop in the potty' world, except during naps, when i am locked in my room for 7 hours and mommy goes to the basement to run on the treadmill and i scream for mercy and finally explode.
i want to go to the zoo.

Snow Mnt.

Yesterday I went out with the Grand-parents,[to Stone Mountain.]
I had lots of fun.It was snow-Mania!
Snow-Mania1-Tubing[I LOVED IT!!!!]Snow-Mania2-Snow-park.
The things I had.

1. Books(I snuck them.)
2. Markers& Coloring books.
3.Paper dolls.

So good time huh?