Today’s Word of the Day Is…

Esprit de Corps

I came across this term recently, Chickens…it was familiar..but I couldn’t quite put my finger on the meaning…so I looked it up. That’s right Chickens…looked it up in my old, ratty American Heritage Dictionary…the one I used when I was younger to make up word games when I was bored (Yes, I had friends)…so this wonderful French term means:

the common spirit existing in the members of a group and inspiring enthusiasm, devotion, and strong regard for…the group

What a sublime word!

Believe, Chickens, that the world is full of synchronicity and serendipity (No, I am not playing one of those stupid dictionary games right now)…this word came back to me just as SPIRIT of the CHICKEN Week flies in…

Speaking of fowl…let’s clear this up right now:

According to conventional wisdom (AKA message boards):

“Chicken” is the term used for the general species – as a whole.

“Hen” is a female chicken…a young female chicken is called a pullet.

“Rooster” is a male chicken…a young male chicken is called a cockerel.

“Chicken” and “chick” can be used for either gender.

Ugh… leaves a bad taste, I know…

And according to more common badinage (10¢):

All of them taste good…


Coffee Squawk w/ 6 Degrees of Kevin

Today’s post is the fifth in the Coffee Squawk series, featuring one member of our Thundering Chicken clutch …in an effort to understand: Who are we chickens? Who are we?
Try to understand men. If you understand each other you will be kind to each other. Knowing a man well never leads to hate and almost always leads to love. ~John Steinbeck


KevinThundering Chicken: Kevin Richard Stokes, Teaching Assistance/Adjunct Faculty

Hatched How?: My mom is an Associate Professor, so….

A Seasoned Chicken: Kevin graduated from Alderson-Broaddus University with a degree in music and vocal performance and then worked for the American Mountain Theater…wait for it…Kevin is a gifted musician.

“I grew up in a performance family…it’s just what we did. I remember participating in a church talent show and that’s kind of when I realized, first hand, the impact that music and performing can have on people.

You know, I think that’s important…I mean it’s not just about being on stage, getting attention and applause…it’s really kind of a service…what entertainment can do for people.”

[applause] Kevin is a quick chicken to point out the power of music!

Broken Wing: Kevin remembers being set back by a broken right arm that, being a
musician, was detrimental to his goals at the time. However, he knows that all obstacles can be overcome when we “don’t dwell…move forward at whatever pace we can” and remember that, most often, “you will live through it.”

Not Waiting by the Side of the Road: Kevin’s goal is to join a military band, to perform regularly…to relocate and even do some solo stuff.

In the meantime, he’s “flipping the light on” for students in the math lab and feeling rewarded by their accomplishments. “It feels good to help a student through a concept…”

Chicken Feed: “You are responsible for yourself.” ‘Nuff said.

A Little Bird Told Me: Kevin is a real fitness geek.

“I mean, like, I’m a terrible athlete…” but he’s into exploring unique aspects of health and wellness, although, “I did wrestle in high school…and I love, like, boxing and boxing movies…all that stuff…”

And...we know he’s crazy-fun-n-feathers to play cards with!

How Funky Is Your Chicken? How Loose Is Your Goose?

Oh – it’s on, Chickens!!!!

The SPIRIT of the CHICKEN Week is almost here…

And I just need to remind you, Chickens,bboard paws that you can’t out craft the crafty









you can’t out art an artistbboard connect


you can’t out create a creator

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and you CANNOT out spirit sprinkle the ASC…

We Got Spirit!

We got spirit, yes we do…We got spirit, how about you?
We got spirit, yes we do…

We got spirit more than you!

Be SKEERED Chickens…be very , very SKEERED!!









I’ll Never Need to Know (fill-in-the-blank)…

You’ve said it…I know you have. Everyone has. It’s a rite of passage.

As is the response you got from a parent or teacher…

Never say never.

I was reminded of how learning and knowledge, of all kinds, are always useful…(why does no one ever say always say always...or never say always??)

Just because it isn’t learning or knowledge that seems useful at that particular moment…I mean…it would be great if we were able to learn everything at exactly the right moment…but there’s too much to learn, too many people…all having too many moments…you get it…(ZPD is a narrow zone)

And the thing about life is…there is no such thing as a crystal ball.

In school, I let go of so many opportunities because my world was limited by the four walls of my home (and cray-cray parents, but that’s another post)…I guess I felt stuck…I guess “Oh, the Places You’ll Go…” wasn’t on the graduation gift circut yet.

Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!

So…I was sure I’d never need to know Spanish. While traveling in Mexico last week, I lamented again allowing myself to be so limited and short-sighted. All I could say when asked, “Habla espanol¿” was “muy mal estudiante.”

And I felt sad. Sad that I doubted the…brains in my head…feet in my shoes…the ability to steer myself any direction I choose. I’m on my own…And I’LL be the one who’ll decide where to go…

 You and I, Chickens…we can never, never, know what we may need to know!

Spring Break or Bust!

Like Western democracy, Socratic philosophy, written histories, epic poetry, and every other foundational pillar of high culture, spring break began in ancient Greece.

Called “Anthestreria” by the local teens, and their parents, it was a festival dedicated to Dionysus, the god of wine and whoopee and just about every excuse to party. For three days, people would dance, singers would perform, women would deck themselves with flowers, and Greek men would compete to see who could be the fastest to drain a cup of red wine.

~2,000 Years of Partying: The Brief History and Economics of Spring Break, Derek Thompson. Mar 26, 2013, The Atlantic.


It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want- oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain