A collection of biographical stories and poems about fascinating people in history whose real dreams made a real difference. Developed in performance, these stories bring old tales to life for contemporary readers in a way that is both entertaining and informative.
Martha Cinader, a published writer and recording artist, has shared stories and poetry with audiences in libraries, schools and nightclubs and at jazz and theatre festivals in America and Europe.
Currently living in Greenville SC, with her husband and three sons, she blogs about being a virgin homesteader, among other things. Her forthcoming novel, Marvelina, is a fairytale for grown women.
School is starting again and maybe you're one of those parents, (don't worry you're so not alone,) who has a child that you know is smart but who really doesn't do well in school.
But don't let it get you down. You might be doing most everything right. You feed and clothe your child, you encourage and discipline and make sure the homework gets done, but the truth is that your child just doesn't like school...
Take heart! Einstein hated school. He had some good reasons to, and maybe your child does too...
Albert’s real bug was that he wanted to understand the big picture.
That’s why he hated school. They distracted him all day, loading him down with details and little pictures. By the time he was twelve he was miserable. Luckily for him he made a new friend who was in tune to Albert’s brain frequencies, and laid some books on him about space and time and measurements. That was all that Einstein’s mind needed. He realized right away he was going to be a physicist.
But his mom and dad were struggling just to keep the rent paid. They wanted him to follow in his father’s footsteps and become an electrical engineer, so that he could join the family business.
The older he got the more rigid school got. His Mom would wake him up
“Albert, dear, it’s time to get to school.”
And Albert would yell back, “you mean that military camp I go to every day?”
Then the family business moved to Italy, but they told Albert he had to stay in Munich to get his diploma. Well that lasted about two months and two hours and fifteen minutes. Albert hopped on a train to Italy without a diploma.
When he showed his face in Milan he figured he’d had about enough of Germany altogether and entirely, and before he even sat down to eat some of Mom’s special recipe, he asked his father to write a letter to inform the German government he was giving up his German citizenship.
His Mom and Dad were happy to see Albert, but they didn’t know what do with him. Albert Einstein, a high school drop-out.