FLL Brooklyn

My Kid’s team got the Judges Award!   The reason given had something to do with the 2nd and 3rd graders who proved that they belonged there in that competition.

Last year a second group of competitive “Lego Boys” graduated leaving my daughter as the most veteran member of the team.  It was intimidating.  The competition is for students through 8th grade.  Some of our smallest team members calmly controlled their robots next to middle-school competitors with facial hair!  Our kids held it together with poise and enthusiasm.  It was a joy to behold.   No wonder the judges gave this team an award.  Our teachers who sponsor the after school program were so proud, deservedly so.

An award for research went to the team from the Urban Assembly Institute of Math and Science for Young Women, which made my daughter’s eyes light up.  She wants to go to that middle school, only a block away from the NYU-Poly campus where the Brooklyn FLL Robotics Tournament was held.

Most my daughter’s friends want to go to schools that focus on the performing arts or maybe writing and drawing.  They and are not interested in going to an all girl math and science school even if it does have dance and art and three foreign languages.  I didn’t see many familiar faces from her Brooklyn Heights elementary school at the open house last fall.  Ideally that is because it’s a school intended for a very specific demographic to which my child happens to belong.  But, I’m afraid it is also because this school is not one of the schools that is on the radar of the uber-involved public school parents of Brownstone Brooklyn.

I suspect that parents of the Brooklyn Heights/Park Slope demographic are put off by the dearth of pale faces represented in the student body.

I came to the realization, during the course of this FLL Robotics Tournament, our fourth, that the Robotics Team is the only extracurricular activity at my daughter’s elementary school which includes borough-wide competition.  We we are exposed through FLL to large numbers of tech savvy children of color being videotaped and photographed with their robots by large numbers of involved parents of color who are spending all day Saturday whiling away the long tournament hours checking their blackberries and smart phones and working on their laptops while waiting for the next round of standing-up-to-cheer-for-kids-robots-and-schools.

When a family’s elementary school experience includes events like the annual Brooklyn Borough-wide First Lego League Tournament, they are less prone to dismiss a school at first glance because they don’t see their pink child reflected in the brown faces of the students attending that school, because they do see her there.

There was a brief respite…But it’s over now.

December 17 was the Deadline for Families to Return Middle School Choice Applications in All Districts.  We turned in the forms and after that there was nothing we could do.  So we had Christmas and we had New Years.  Now the kids are back in school and the respite is over.  I got an e-mail from the Good Public School in Manhattan with open enrollment that My Kid had been assigned an interview appointment on this coming Friday.  I have received a letter from the Best Brooklyn Gifted and Talented School assigning my kid a date and time for her audition and I have gone on the website of the Manhattan Gifted School to sign up for a date and time to take their personalized IQ test.  We’re in the thick of it again.

A Little Night Music

I’m so grateful for the opportunity to see Bernadette Peters and Elaine Stritch play A Little Night Music before it closes.  To watch mature women take the stage with such skill is a gift.  I was eager to get home to compare today’s program to the one from the Catherine Zeta-Jones Angela Langsbury version I saw last year.  Elaine Stritch brought her own conductor with her.  I have Stephen Sondheim’s new book and I want to read all about the creation of this show which is so tightly constructed that the actresses had the freedom to own their parts.  So much skill.  So much talent.  I’m so glad I saw it.

Up In The Air

WOW!
Just saw the film Up In The Air for the first time.
Didn’t expect…
So subtle.
So real.
So “of the moment”.
No wonder it was such a presence at the Academy Awards last year.
and
the George Clooney character who reminds me of my brother (as well as the Jason Bateman character and/or actor who also reminds me of my brother) lives in Omaha–
where I was born!

It’s a good movie.

If you live in New York or LA…

It’s a good picture of the rest of the country—you know, the flyover states.

But the movie is even more than that.  The movie is the same story as The Velveteen Rabbit.


Tracking Santa with NORAD

As soon as My Kid woke up this morning she wanted to check the NORAD site to find out where Santa was.  He was in Japan.   Then he was in Korea.  When we checked back later he was in Africa.

As he approached South America she began to be uncharacteristically interested in going to bed.

Wonder what that’s all about…

Whip My Hair

Jimmy Fallon as Neil Young singing Willow Pinkett-Smith’s “Whip My Hair” song was one of the funniest things I have ever seen performed.

Why???

Because…

It took me two more days to realize that the reason I found it so funny was because Jimmy Fallon as Neil Young + Willow Pinkett-Smith’s bubble-gum pop song = a perfect expression of the very particular segment of Brooklyn in which I live my everyday life.

Irony

Ended up at Barnes and Noble on Court Street.  While waiting for My Kid to finish in the children’s section, I read many embarrassingly resonating pages in the book: Stuff White People Like.

A couple of hours later I was at a Holiday Party, in a Brooklyn Brownstone, hosted and attended by exactly those people described by Christian Lander.

Lovely people talking about liberal arts and performance and teaching and real estate–my tribe…

Or not…

Came home to…

New news: another IT friend laid off…

Damn!

This morning after drop-off

This morning after the in class demonstrations and shadow boxes and power point presentations, we ended up at Tazza for coffee.  The other mother, one of the ones who was so worried, said hello.  We talked about real estate.  We talked about schools.

We talked about the process made us into emotional wrecks.  Maybe it was Christmas and maybe it wasn’t  On the day we turned in the applications, I teared up for no reason when I was Rockefeller Center.

Then, later that day…

When My Kid, and the rest of her Girl Scout Troop, were singing Christmas Carols for the residents of an assisted living home…

The man, who must have been eighty years old, talked so fondly about his favorite elementary school teacher and what he learned and then he sang for us…

The children sang: I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas and the tears filled my eyes.

Hanging by a thread,

We mothers…

Inhaling for the first time,

on the day the middle school applications had to be turned in.

Fear and relief and resignation.

We laughed hysterically with tears running down our cheeks, outside, standing on the sidewalk, for a minimal joke.  We needed to laugh.

There are still many months of the process to go before we know where our children will go to school next fall.