I will take a day off from by broad brush attacks against the HCPS that were based on my two decades of countless numbers of isolated incidents to send out some "kudo's" over to the HCPS ESE website people. If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Carullo must own some stock in the use of the word "kudos", so I am not trying to confiscate his word.
Although it is apparent "they" have given up on the ESE newsletter's to the parents and staff as I still "check back often" as the directions used to say, I did happen to see that there were some major updates in their IDEA 2004 information links.
Frequent readers, who really take the time to read this stuff, I am sure remember this post I made in August:
Motel Special Ed: Are ESE Personnel, including teachers, being made Patsies?
I had used occupational therapy as an example of how misguided their information was because I assume the District is looking over their back waiting for the next State Complaint regarding how they provide, or don't provide, occupational and physical therapy as a related service under IDEA 2004.
And then there were the issues I raised at this link, Motel Special Ed: Why Parents Get Angry When They Learn The Truth
Well, forget those broad brush attacks. Their website seems to have taken a major "truth is reality" turn for the better. Whatever gobbledy gook that was there before about having a double eligibility requirement for occupational therapy is now gone.
An easy way to see the improvement for IEE information is to compare this old 2007 link to this new link HCPS ESE Fast Facts and then click on "Independent Eduational Evaluation" tab #9.
I wonder who was responsible for this new information, and why now.
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You should write an article about this song ....
Verse 1
A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
{Refrain}
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Verse 2
Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock n' roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm & blues
I was a lonely, teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'
{Refrain}
Verse 3
Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down
The Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'
{Refrain}
Verse 4
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died
We started singing
{Refrain}
Verse 5
Oh, and there we were, all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack, be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devils only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
{Refrain}
Verse 6
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singin'
{Refrain}
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
They were singin'
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
uhhmmmmmm.
I am all for cryptic writing and linking concepts to songs, 'cause that's what I do.
First there was Madonna and now there is Don McLean. My curiosity is piqued.
I am trying to make the connection between being touched for the very first time and bye, bye, Miss American Pie.
I feel like Reuben James having the fertile fields in my mind.
I laughed off the concept of virginity when it comes to me or the HCPS. That cherry was busted long ago.
The challenge to write an article about "American Pie" has many slices in it. In fact, the whole concept leaves me thinking of the greatest ambrosia imaginable.
Peach, Apple or Cherry, American Pies are fruitful.
Richard,
I have to be honest, very few people impress me for any length of time, but you have a gift for interpretation.
Happy New Year!
"You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
You'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no coupe de ville hiding at the bottom of a cracker jack box"
Let the music play on, play on.
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