Who Remembers Shmoo? Or How they Used to Advertise New Saturday Cartoons on a Night Show Weeks in Advance to Get Kids Excited?

The purpose of my post is to not recollect childhood wonder, but to inform everyone that it is the time of year when pollen creates nasal run, soar throats, and a ridiculous cough...it's like having Shmoo living behind your rib cages. It happens every year and I've yet to find a way to stop it. Phlegm. So gross. Internal cement miser.

Seriously, though, do you remember how they had a nightly show to advertise the new Saturday shows? I always looked forward to this knowing what to look forward to on Saturday mornings when there was no school. I suppose Nickelodeon stole this from the major networks, and now imagine YouTube stole it from all networks (as the excited can be M-F, 24/7, 365 days a year if one wants.

I don't recall Shmoo achieved the legendary status that was promised, but I did tell Kris Sealy it should be the name of the new car she got last fall...it's totally white.

And that is what is happening in my chest. Total movement of phlegm until I cough it out.

Of course, a four-week, summer graduate course doesn't help, since there is no rest: it's wake up and work 14-hour a days to help the student to achieve their goals (and in this case, finish their degrees). They are done. And for the ones who had to do EdTPA, they are beyond done. They're traumatized.

It's no longer about learning. It's about testing, and more testing, and more bureaucracy, and more testing. I continue to say, it's the only way corporations make money in education, so grab hold of higher education and you got a money-making scheme. But I can see it pushing people away from the field because enough is enough. 

I know now why every other state has rid itself from the grasp. It's gross.

Like hacking up the pollen. Ugh.