Put That Twinkie Down!
by John Pearson
You know what? They're right.
I'm not saying that every single kid weighs too much. Just like not every professional football player is a spoiled, overpaid Prima Donna. However, it is rather alarming to see the percentage of kids who are overweight.
Every year at my school, the specialists who come to administer hearing and vision tests for the kids also do one other test. They examine the back of each child's neck. What they're looking for is a dark, crusty patch of skin. This patch, scarily enough, is an early indicator of diabetes.
Throughout the years that I've seen this examination performed, the trend has been consistent and unsurprising. The kids who have this patch on the back of their necks have always been the overweight kids.
So how do we curb this alarming trend? For starters, the kids need to learn moderation and nutrition. This will take time and effort, since they're already struggling to learn multiplication and comprehension.
Sometimes it seems as though school cafeterias (and by extension, school districts) are not making it easy. There are days at my campus where the main entrée is cheese sticks. Fried cheese sticks. Apples are often thrown away whole, while bags of chips are ripped open and licked clean.
I'm not joking when I say I've seen kids come to school with a 12-ounce bag of Hot Cheetos and a 1-Liter bottle of Pepsi for lunch. These kids sometimes bring a dollar as well -- so they can buy a couple of cookies for dessert. This madness has got to stop.
True, the kids do get some exercise at school. However, thirty minutes of Physical Education a day is not going to make our kids lean, mean, reading machines. There's got to be some work done at home as well. Let's get those kids involved in neighborhood sports clubs and away from the television set. Even better, how about some parent-child quality active time? Go on a bike ride, visit the local swimming pool, or just walk and talk around the block (poetry and motion).
Then, when you get back home, you can model good nutritional skills for your children. Go with those old Saturday morning mini-PSA cartoons starring "The Chomper” -- a Fonzie-style greaser who was all about healthy eating. When a group of friends entreated him to go out for ice cream, he smiled his toothy grin, flipped up the collar of his leather jacket, and replied, "No thanks, man! I'm chompin’ on some celery!"
We could use a few more role models like "The Chomper” nowadays. Because "The Deep-Fryer” just isn't getting it done.
John Pearson is a third-grade math and science teacher in Dallas, Texas. He has degrees in mechanical engineering from Duke University and Texas A&M, so most consider his math abilities adequate enough to teach nine-year olds. He is also the author of Learn Me Good (Lulu, 2006), a funny, fictionalized account of his first year in education. Read more at www.learnmegood.com
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On the whole, yes, I do think kids are getting fatter. Flamin' Hot Cheetos and Pepsi?? OMG. I packed boring lunches like chicken and cheese on whole wheat, a small pack of peanut butter crackers, and water. I'm appalled by school lunches - my son is in middle school, now, and gets pepperoni pizza EVERY DAY. (I worry more about sodium and sodium nitrite as I do about sugar, in his case.) I have to agree with him, though - the alternatives are usually just nasty. I've eaten cafeteria food at his school. Nasty.
Lunch period lasts about 20 minutes, and starts at 10:30 AM for many classes. It is rushed; it is run like some weird, condescending boot camp. The last half of the time is "silent lunch." (In other words, "Shut up and cram down your food.") Part of the reason for buying pizza is that if you stand in the regular line, you have about five minutes to eat. What happened to conversation and chewing your food?
We used to have gym every day, from First Grade on. In my son's elementary school, it was part of a rotation with art and music. That's a sad state of affairs, right there. And I don't think it's entirely fair to blame the kids and say that it's because they're lazy; when I was little, we could pretty safely roam the neighborhood. There were no fences, and our neighbors were fine with us using their yards for hide and seek, tag, and other games involving lots of running, jumping, climbing, and imagination - provided we didn't damage the flowerbeds. Back when I was little, no one would've sued anyone if a kid fell from a tree and broke an arm. Now? They wouldn't hesitate. So I don't think it's the kids' faults, entirely - but they're not complaining, so long as they have their Wii.
Mind you, I don't even think the parents are always to blame, either. A few decades ago, the neighbors wouldn't hesitate to scold a kid for getting out of line. That was nice, because kids didn't think their PARENTS were the alien creatures - they got the same advice and admonitions from the majority of the community. Now? The notion of "community standards" is a joke - what does that mean? People don't dare scold someone else's child - they're afraid the kid's parents will come back and beat them up for speaking harshly to their Precioussssssss. (I know - I tried talking with a girl's father, a few years back, after she beat up on my daughter. HE thought that was perfectly acceptable behavior and proceeded to call me every foul name he could think of, until I gave up, called him a "pathetic, little man" and turned away. To this day, I'm surprised he didn't knock me down from behind and beat the tar out of me. I learned, later, that he had chased another mother around the apartment complex, screaming profanity at her.) Sometimes, it really does take a village, and the village has failed us all. The village idiots appear to be running the place, some days.
Posted by Holly on Dec 12, 2007 11:05 am
Holly, thanks for sharing. At my school, the kids are supposed to eat in silence, but they never do. I think it's because there are over 200 kids in the cafeteria, with about 4 adults to watch over them, and "conversation" is a foreign word to them. They talk, and then they talk louder, and then they talk even louder, and then they yell. Or they get up and run around and hit people. I'd be happy for conversation and chew.
Posted by John Pearson on Dec 12, 2007 7:38 pm
Posted by Teacher in agreement on Dec 14, 2007 4:53 pm
Posted by Jessica on Jul 17, 2008 11:57 am