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East meets West: Better versus the best? Such are the musings of the morning, for today we are Living On Tulsa Time.

They say that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. The same could be said of Broken Arrow. Some artists are purists, others are hard core. Some are true to the discipline, others let it all hang out, so to speak.

It is indeed a tale of two cities, OKC and Tulsa metro areas, respectively. Some bands reflect a cross section of their less than ginormous schools; others are the carefully selected few of the masses. Some march to the beat; others move about the staging on the field.

We are proud of our Bulldogs, and our neighbors from the West. Yes, what happens in Broken Arrow stays in Broken Arrow. Sadly, so do the trophies. 😦

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“Mail; It was called mail” said the elder Fox. “Envelopes; stamps; you know, I think I’ve heard of it…” replied the younger Fox.

That’s Fox, Joe Fox, for those of you boning up on your movie trivia.

In the real world, once upon a time, “The Post”, aka mail, was the only way to communicate. Not just letters, but telegraph, telegram, and even telephone revolved around the “Post Dispatch” for generations.

As a college kid, I experienced the world for the first time on a mission trip to West Germany. Yes, there were two Germany’s once upon a time, but I digress. “The Post” (office) was the only way to communicate. Letters were sporadic ways to let the folks back home know how you were, but phone calls were expensive and hard to make. You went to the Post, paid up front for a 10 minute call, and waited your turn for a booth. The operator connected you, and when your 10 minutes were done, the line went dead.

Talk about discipline…

Fast forward to 2011…

Our family devices were all abuzz during the night. Everyone got a text. It seems that China Girl had found a “Post” in the heart of Beijing, circa 2011. In these days, it is spelled WIFI. Accordingly, the texts were followed by something called “Skype”. What language is that, and can it help explain why I’m so tired this A.M.?

So, we will eagerly await her next post, literally and figuratively, via the WWW.

In the interim, thanks for reading mine.

🙂

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I’ve spent a lifetime involved with educational systems, and I don’t just mean as a student. My dad was a school teacher and administrator for over 20 years, and I have worked in higher education administration for 13+ years. Suffice to say, I’ve seen some of what goes into trying to make it all work; making the sausage, you might say.

Few things are as important to a society as their educational systems. And yet, it is an area where American society does not always invest as much as might be optimal or even necessary. Good school systems or bad, it comes down to personal commitment and relationships.

Commitments at home.

Commitments at school.

Commitments to learning.

Commitments to discipline.

Commitments to the kids.

As constituents of our educational systems, we don’t always agree with decisions, directions, and disciplinary actions by the schools and their agents. Or, maybe we agree with many policies, actions, or individual decisions, BNFMK: But not for my kids?

Regardless, when the smoke clears and another school year is in the books, we should be thankful for those in the trenches with the scores of energetic and hormonal kids for a day, a week, a month, a year…or even 39 years (the Edmond years of service record, I believe) It is a higher calling. Commitment indeed.

So, thank you, teachers. Thank you, principals and administrators. Thank you, parents. And thank you, kids!

And now, school’s out for summer! Enjoy! The learning opportunities may be temporarily ending for some…, BNFMK.

Vicksburg, here they come!

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