Monday, January 30, 2006

Chess Club Humor

I had Chess Club today, my grade 4-6 group. They are a bunch of rowdy boys who want to settle each chess game with a wrestling match. Elementary school boys constantly practice the social skills that will eventually become flirting -- a glance, a wink, an accidental brush of the hand-- but it tends to blow up into a free for all.

I was weary of trying to keep them in check. After worrying about Dean all weekend I was tired of trying to analyze boys and more interested in just appreciating them. I started to have a meeting to talk about future plans but I kept getting interrupted by giggles about the fact that John had rearranged some books to spell the word "poop".

I asked John to stand up and give us a one minute speech about why bathroom humor was funny. He was confused, but other kids wanted to volunteer, so we spent a while "tag teaming" a bathroom humor speech. Then I called for a Chess Club tradition: "Tell Mrs. Och a Joke" day.

I started with this one:

Little Red Riding Hood is skipping down the road when she sees a big bad wolf crouched down behind a log. "My, what big eyes you have, Mr.Wolf." The wolf jumps up and runs away.

Further down the road Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again and this time he is crouched behind a bush."My, what big ears you have, Mr. Wolf." Again, the wolf jumps up and runs away.

About two miles down the road Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again and this time he is crouched down behind a rock. "My, what big teeth you have, Mr. Wolf."

With that the wolf jumps up and screams, "Will you knock it off, I'm trying to poop!"

Someone told a "punny poop joke":
Q: Why was Spock searching Captain Kirk's bathroom?
A: He was looking for the captain's log.
Everyone told a joke, including some that didn't involve poop:
There were a surfer, a priest, and a blonde who were going to be left on a deserted island and they each got to bring one thing. The surfer brought water, the priest brought some food, and the blonde brought a car door. They asked the blonde "What are you going to do with a car door?" and she said "If we get too hot I'll just roll down the window."
and
The lady walked into the store and asked the clerk "Can I try on that dress in the window?"

"Sure," he said, "but you'll attract less attention if you try in on in the dressing room..."
Blonde jokes were popular. A new genre was sections of dialogue from current movies, although most of the time these weren't very funny, either because the kids didn't remember them that well, or they didn't understand them in the first place They just knew that everyone thought that those lines were funny. Kassy tried to tell the joke about the blonde astronaut that planned to fly to the sun but she said "moon" instead of "sun" so it didn't work. (They tell the blonde that she can't go to the sun because she'll burn up and she says "Duh. I'm going at night.")

It all served to remind me of what it's like to be a kid. There's always a joke that you don't quite get or can't quite tell straight. There's always something that seems easy for everyone else, but you struggle, and you don't know why.

We had oatmeal cookies for snack. Dividing the snack is always a task to figure out in Chess Club. Yesterday we had enough cookies so that everyone could have two and a half. To figure out the halves, I asked around until someone could come up with the "divide and choose" method, where one person divides the cookie into what he thinks is two equal portions, but the other one gets to choose which portion they want. Growing up in a large family, I always thought that everyone did things this way, but most of the kids in chess club had never heard of it. They figured out the ramifications almost immediately; if I gave a kid a cookie and told him to divide it he was eager, but as soon as he realized that his partner would be choosing, he'd drop it like a hot potato.

"Divide and choose" is a building block for a branch of game theory devoted to resource division. There are various ways to extend the process to more that two players, but they tend to become overly complicated. Still, they can be useful tools for mediation. I would like to try them with my chess kids as a way of tying game playing to life at large.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Found, continued

Liz was there when the Record Eagle reporter talked to Ellen. Liz told me that Ellen said he was "nice, but quiet" and "fun to play with." It didn't come out that way in the paper.

We dissected the story at breakfast after church today. Liz said that Ellen never used the words "dark side"; she talked about how they used to play in the creek by their houses and in the basement in the winter. Both Shelagh and Liz thought the line about Dean being "approachable" was ridiculous. Leland is a small school where everyone knows each other and the emphasis on team projects makes the sort of isolation that the reporter was expecting pretty much impossible.

It turns out that Dean did buy a semi-automatic rifle in Traverse City, something he was eligible to do as soon as he turned 18.

He told police he was on his way back to turn himself in. I'm glad of that. Most people only know a few stories, and the "teen goes postal" story almost always ends with a stand-off or a shoot-out.

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Found Again

I worked from 10 am to 1 am again this Saturday. I just got home and found a message in my email saying that Dean was found this morning walking near Grawn. The police picked him up.

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Saturday, January 28, 2006

Border Closed

Unreal. They closed the border to Canada for one hour yesterday because they thought that "armed and dangerous" Dean might be trying to get to Canada.

One of the paintball guys emailed me:
I agree with ryan that his "assault rifle" may have in fact been his M16 paintball gun replica. I wonder what the basis of him possible having a pistol is... General armed and dangerous description maybe? or do they figure that if he can get an assault weapon he can get a pistol....

I work early today, another poker tournament. I expect Dean will be the subject of gossip and wild rumours by now. If I can, I will get out early and come home to my kids.

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Dean Kinske

A hard and sad day today. Dean Kinske, one of Liz's classmates, seems to have gone off the deep end last night, breaking into another classmate's home and holding people at gunpoint. The story in the Record Eagle said that Dean was on the run, the 11 o'clock news described him as "armed and dangerous".

Dean is the kid who was in Chess Club in 4th or 5th grade, but quit towards the end of the year because his mom had a baby and he wanted to stay home and help with his little sister. When he was 14 and 15 he worked at NJ's, the local grocery store, bagging groceries and stocking shelves. One day, while I was shopping, he thanked me for teaching chess, and said that chess club had helped him to be a better player. This was unusual; most high school freshmen are "too cool" to remember what they did in grade school, much less to say thank you to an adult for volunteering.

Dean's family bought a home in Suttons Bay and he attended school there for his junior year. We were glad to hear that he was coming back to Leland for his senior year.

I was shocked to come upon his father's obituary last August. Word around town was that Jon had killed himself. I went to the funeral home to support Dean, but he seemed to be the one supporting everyone else. He thanked me for coming. I told him how shocked and sad I was and asked him how his little sister was doing. He said that she was confused; that it hadn't really sunk in yet. I told him to just keep reminding her that her dad loved her. I was in tears by then. Dean seemed rock solid.

That was the last conversation I had with Dean. I asked around after the funeral and one of ny coworkers said that he had been out playing paintball with a bunch of guys, so I took that as a sign that he was getting out in the world. From time to time I asked Liz how he was doing, but he goes to TBA Career Tech school in Traverse City, so she didn't see him much.

Our sheriff described Dean as "a normal teenager". I've always thought of him as much more responsible and thoughtful than the "normal teenager". And the "normal teenager" is busy locking horns with a live dad, not trying to make up for one who is gone.

Tomorrow is another day. Tonight I pray for Dean, that he will be somehow safe and loved again.

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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

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