Is this thing working yet?
Yay, its back up! It keeps going down for a day or so here and there...

Last Friday Steven took a first in the tournament at Brooklynn Columbia Central and qualified to go to the nationals...but it is in April in Iowa, and we just can't do it...

On Saturday Dan and I finally got our date. We went out for spicy Chinese food and then saw Master and Commander, which was a very good movie, and very true to the spirit of the books.

This Friday we will get another date, which
will be a new record for us. We will go out for spicy Indian food and then see an opera, Don Giovanni.

In 16 years of work, I will have my first meeting with the union on Thursday. :( Not looking forward to it, and wish my complaint was not necessary. :(
Oh, with this thing being down, it is hard to remember what I last said.

Steven is away at science camp with the rest of the sixth grade this week. He is greatly looking forward to learning how to ride a horse. :)

Bill's wrestling banquet was tonight. I had to work and Dan went with him. With the coach losing his job right before the end of the season, things have been very stressful and difficult, but Dan said the banquet went well...

 

Here is a letter to the editor about my father, from the little paper in the little town where I grew up:

Quote: Opinions
Letter to the Editor
Robinett cared about his students

I read with dismay about the death of William Robinett in The Review. Even more disappointing, though, was that neither The Review nor the school system had anything to offer about a man who was dedicated to his community and to teaching its kids chemistry.

Mr. Robinett was an eccentric man who cared more than anything that his students learn chemistry. A marathon runner at 61, he would run precariously out of breath when students couldn’t come up with the right answers and begin to “flail.”

He taught chemistry at the high school before advanced placement classes were available. His class was College Prep and his goal was to ensure that kids would succeed in their chemistry classes in college and in life beyond.

Neither praise nor A’s came easy in his class, but we all knew he cared.

In 1984, when Lake Orion was still considered a hick town out in the sticks, he taught us well.

In my class of 30 or so in College Prep Chemistry, I know this -- at least four went on to become chemical engineers, five mechanical engineers, one electrical engineer and a medical doctor. And probably more that I’m not aware of -- not bad.

Mr. Robinett alone didn’t do all of this for us, of course. But I believe he taught us about chemistry and how to work hard, really hard, to get what we wanted in life. Kibby, Cronin and Pung-you had something to do with it too.

Kendy Ball Kutchek