I happened to be listening to NPR the other day and a reporter quoted a teacher who said, "Up to the third grade, we teach children to learn to read. After that, we teach children to read to learn." I like that because it means that just because a child can read most anything phonetically and with pretty good comprehension, he or she can't ignore books from that day on. Barbara Freedman-De Vito writes: books help develop vital language skills, books open up new worlds, books enhance social sYls, books can improve hand-eye coordination, books really matter, books can ...
Now that the spring game is behind us and camp has wrapped until fall, let's address a little something called expectations.
I never cease to be amazed at the success achieved by Georgia Southern alumni in conjunction with the continued success of the university itself. A wonderful example of this is the pairing of this year's spring undergraduate commencement ceremony with the Chick-fil-A restaurant in the Russell Student Union building on campus.
We can't really blame someone for trying, if possible, to avoid pain, can we? Most understand that sometimes pain is unavoidable; in some cases, it is both necessary and desirable. Consider that the nerves in our bodies, in part, are designed by the Creator to warn us of hazards such as extreme temperatures and sharp objects. Without the initial discomfort or non-lethal pain, we would likely meet an early and rather unpleasant demise.
In speaking with a rodeo contractor recently as I interviewed him about an upcoming rodeo in Statesboro, somehow we landed on the topic of rodeo clowns.
Let's call it the "MLB Gap."
The month of March gave way to April showers days before the calendar flipped to a new month, washing away pollen and greening the earth in even more splendor than before. Easter and springtime bring forth thoughts of new life and new birth. Continue to appreciate the beauty surrounding you as you make the most of the season. Rejoice with the holidays below, then create new ones to celebrate the gift of life and love with family members.
On a recent Saturday, I went online to find a local supplier of a business product. Finding a website of a company that I thought could provide me with a quality product, I filled out a form requesting information, and clicked "submit."
In my humble opinion, the decision makers at Georgia Southern continue to make shrewd decisions when it comes to the ongoing development of the university.
The wildfire had been burning for over a week. I expected to see evidence of it as I passed the green metal road sign that marked the Long County line and drove on down the highway lined with pine trees and wire grass, but I didn't.
The biggest story out of the past weekend in Georgia Southern baseball would probably have to be Andy Moye.
March Madness bounceball is almost complete. Ironically, the NCAA basketball championship will come to a successful conclusion the first Monday night of April in 2011, which prompts me to wonder if the NCAA, CBS, TBS, TNT and TruTV might need to come up with a new marketing slogan for this long, long, sports spectacular.
Two weeks ago one of the young sawtooth oaks in the backyard was still clinging to its winter leaves - tight little wrapping paper tubes of brittle brown. The bigger leaves were long gone; these were the recalcitrant ones, the obstreperous children determined to have their own way.
One of my Bible professors in Graduate School tried to drum into our head the principle that reading the Bible doesn't always lead to understanding it. Nor does comprehension always lead to obedience. The motives of people for reading the Bible are not always as high or pure as they must be to benefit fully from the revelation of God's will.
A reader asks if I have ever written a column on texting while eating in restaurants. She writes: "Recently my husband and I observed a small group at a table near us in a local restaurant. There were two teenage boys and a mother. They never talked to one another the entire time. All they did was text and play with various electronic gadgets. I asked our waiter if this happened a lot and he said it was the norm. He also told us that he often has to wait while taking an order until a person gets off their ...
I have had a certain amount of interest concerning John Forbes Nash Jr. ever since Julie and I saw the very loosely-based movie on his life, "A Beautiful Mind." I also liked the fact that he was born in Bluefield, West Virginia - only a hop, skip and jump from Huntington - and I could claim a certain amount of kinship. The man was a mathematical genius, a schizophrenic and pretty odd. I do not claim any of what I just wrote as kinship. His basic theory was, "any abstract Riemannian manifold can be isometrically realized as a submanifold of Euclidean space."
Since the beginning of the 2014-2015 school year, several elementary teachers have asked me why so many of today's kids come to school with anxiety issues. That's a good question, one that I think goes to the heart of contemporary American parenting.
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the history and evolution of agriculture in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
A preaching friend I knew in south Mississippi about a hundred years ago recently wrote about his summer vacations at his "Granddaddy and Mamaw's" house and the "neat" experience of having to get drinking water via the hand pump and dipper at the well. I wrote him and told him I could remember similar experiences at my dad's family farm in Indiana. The biggest differences, I guess, were the lack of a pump on the well. Grandpa used a bucket, rope and pulley to get the water up, though there was a hand pump attached to the kitchen ...
The local, as in Savannah, public radio station is off the air right now as a result of damage from a lightning storm. Without the voices of Steve Inskeep and David Greene and - since it's October and the Supreme Court is in session - Nina Totenberg igniting the pilot light of my brain, I have been left to entertain myself as I perform my morning ablutions. So I sing.