February 16, 2013
I've had an interesting couple of weeks. Let me begin by renaming all the characters and places since this will be something I hope anyone that reads will pay attention to. There once was a town called Hooville, we'll start there. A very tight knit town far away from everything. It's amazing how cyberspace makes the miles from anywhere seem smaller though. However, If you were a government worker or school employee, if you came to this remote location it was either because you couldn't find a job anywhere or you were being demoted, seriously demoted. Screams and cries for injustices of all kinds are swept away with the wind, they don't echo, they don't carry, they fall to the ground unheard.
At any rate the various government and educational entities carry a deaf mute demeanor with regard to any complaints. One day there was a boy with dyslexia, he told the teachers he had it, he told his parent (who requested testing and did not get it), he told everyone, noone listened. The boy continued into the second grade, he struggled in reading but he kept trying. Finally, one day his class took a test, they were told that the kids who took the test and passed got to watch a movie, but the ones who got the highest grades got to have popcorn with the movie. The little boy went home and told his mother he got to watch the movie, he was very happy, but he said the really smart kids got to have popcorn, but "it's okay mom I wasn't really hungry anyway". Well, this test was in reading comprehension which the child obviously struggles in. Well, a meeting was scheduled with the principal, who gave all the appropriate responses and nods. However, a gentleman who works with the special education program came into the room and we continued the meeting with him. He promised he would check in on the child and read with him to see. Well, during this conversation the mom also mentioned that the teacher had suggested (yes I said suggested) that the child needed medication since he seemed to have problems focusing (yes she suggested medication). Sooo the parent (against the grandmother's wishes) went to the doctor to obtain medication to calm the child down (which of course worked as well took away his apetite) the teacher was happy the child was in a coma. Sooo the Special education teacher told the teacher he didn't need the medication he had a reading issue not a behaivor issue. Then came home the notes about the boys behaviorz (she felt it was digressing now). So the mother spoke with a friend whose child was in the same classroom and had the same problem, however, something far more sinister was taking place.
A fly in hooville asked parents who were going to a pharmacy in Hooville for meds for their children's behavior problems asked what school they attended and magically they were coming from the same school, the school the boy with dyslexia came from and the children were magically boys. That school's test scores had been low the teachers were having problems and were (first hand information) recommending medications to improve the children's behavior.
Now noone in Hooville wants to say anything, however, some parents are beginning to talk more about it, but they're afraid of their children being treated badly (as if they're not being treated badly now) and they don't know what to do. When the mother of the child with dyslexia approached the principal he wondered why the parent didn't put the child at another school, instead of the principal doing his job he wanted the parent to go away. The parent pulled her son from the school until the principal can make room for the child in another classroom which remains to be seen. Meanwhile, this teacher has put another child in the corner and told the parent he needs special education (he doesn't) she doesn't like him, another child she told to leave the classroom and go "find another classroom". He was left to wander the campus which by the way was not fenced in at the time and close to a busy street. This child suffered from Aspergers syndrome. This teacher continues to work recommending medications, telling parents their children should be in special education and throwing students from the classroom. Of course she works in a school where other teachers are also recommending medications for students and sending them to doctors to get meds so they will be quiet. This is education in Hooville.
Hooville.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
February 8, 2013
I learned some things yesterday. I was going through an unusual blog/facebook post where men and women talk about relationships and what each of them wants in a mate. The men posted long posts listing all of the qualifications for a girlfriend? wife? not sure. And of course the women couldn't stand it they got on the men's post (they were asked to keep quiet) and began berating some of the men and trying to warm up to others, it was interesting. Then of course the women posted with the same answers to the same questions and I am not quite sure if men responded or not. Of course the author of the blog/facebook site began explaining how it would be beneficial if women would listen and not respond since they were repeatedly asked not to respond and yet they did , those disobedient (whatever he thought they were). So after he had a wonderful day with his perfect wife and beautiful family he just wasn't up to this drama (by the way, he asked all the questions and created the site) so now he just needed some quiet time and prayer time with his God. Of course, as he stated men had been inboxing him asking questions about women, they didn't want to post those questions since they did not want to hear what women had to say, however, they want a woman, they just don't want her to talk. That's fine. And the author doesn't want them to talk, only when spoken to (there could be consequences and repercussions who knows).
Now why did I even like the site in the first place, I forgot. Oh that's right I thought I might hear some intelligent conversation and sound advice but what I read for the most part was blah blah blah. At first I started to get annoyed, but I really didn't know why, I thought it was work, or my life who knows. Then late last night I continued reading and I got angrier and I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Why was this site depressing the hell out of me? So in my infinite wisdom (not) I asked my friend who happens to be male since I thought he could bring insight into the situation. As I began rereading the posts out loud to him I became even more annoyed, but of course I asked a male his opinion sooooooooo my friend, my dear friend proceeded to tell me "I'm gonna do you a favor and tell you what you are doing wrong" Oh pleeeeeez mr. friend tell me how wrong I am and how you in all your infinite wisdom can fix me. I needed to be a different person and not waste opportunities that were in front of me and I needed to focus on schoool and and and and and there were so many corrections necessary for my acceptance into the potential line up for a boyfriend.
Here was my problem in all the posts I heard I want my mate to be (perfect) strong, independent, have drive, have a relationship with God, not put up with my "shit" (these were from men), see her beauty from within, support me, help me, keep me focused. Did I get all the me me me mes in there? And the I want and she needs to be and I won't accept yadda yadda yadda. So if they could just find superwoman (and she better not lose her superpowers) I will accept her, she'll be good enough. WHERE DO I SIGN UP????? Don't these men sound WONDERFUL. Of course the women did the same thing blah blah blah knight in shining armor but take my "shit" do what I want. So I said to my friend, but noone ever said they were looking for a life partner to work shoulder to shoulder with someone to build a life with, a best friend. MY FRIEND aawwwww my friend said and I quote "Well, in the black culture that's understood, you shouldn't have to say that" Welllllll aren't I just stupid. I thought the guy asked what qualities they wanted in a woman, so they said everything but what was important? Well he was more than willing to tell me what I was doing wrong and what I needed to do to change it. Whatever.
I woke up this morning crying. I went to work and cried and then Joseph Prince came on and the Lord spoke. "Ladies make the man sweat, don't be easy, make him work for you. You were bought with the ultimate price by God. The Lord put the concept of the dowry to show men and women the high price that was being paid and the value of the woman. The female eagle when she wants to mate swoops down and grabs a big piece of wood. Then she soars high in the sky above the other birds with the males all around her, she lets go of the wood and the eagle that is the fastest and strongest that gets the wood and brings it back to her is the one that gets to mate with her. Christians are compared to eagles not chickens, even in nature God shows man he's gonna have to sweat to get what he wants. Ladies don't give in so cheaply you are valuable, its in a man to want to do this, if he doesn't have to sweat for you, when he gets tired of you he'll leave you for the woman he has to sweat to get. Make him work hard to get you he'll never forget and he'll always appreciate how hard it was and he'll know how much you are worth."
So anyone listening it doesn't really matter what men or women say, talk is cheap, but the sweat from the brow is real. Men can make all kinds of demands and every woman should be those things, but it doesn't mean that he's man enough to attain that quality of woman or keep it if he was fortunate enough to get it. You don't have to say anything, the chase is not the woman's its the man's.
Leave it to God to come in like a father and clarify a situation that was distorted. Don't give in, I've heard over and over, men can get it anywhere they want they don't have to put in effort for you. That's true there are plenty of scrubs out there that are just like that and not a one is going to get the time of day of a virtuous woman or should I say eagle.
Make him earn the privilege of a virtuous woman and an excellent wife. But when he does, give it to him.
I learned some things yesterday. I was going through an unusual blog/facebook post where men and women talk about relationships and what each of them wants in a mate. The men posted long posts listing all of the qualifications for a girlfriend? wife? not sure. And of course the women couldn't stand it they got on the men's post (they were asked to keep quiet) and began berating some of the men and trying to warm up to others, it was interesting. Then of course the women posted with the same answers to the same questions and I am not quite sure if men responded or not. Of course the author of the blog/facebook site began explaining how it would be beneficial if women would listen and not respond since they were repeatedly asked not to respond and yet they did , those disobedient (whatever he thought they were). So after he had a wonderful day with his perfect wife and beautiful family he just wasn't up to this drama (by the way, he asked all the questions and created the site) so now he just needed some quiet time and prayer time with his God. Of course, as he stated men had been inboxing him asking questions about women, they didn't want to post those questions since they did not want to hear what women had to say, however, they want a woman, they just don't want her to talk. That's fine. And the author doesn't want them to talk, only when spoken to (there could be consequences and repercussions who knows).
Now why did I even like the site in the first place, I forgot. Oh that's right I thought I might hear some intelligent conversation and sound advice but what I read for the most part was blah blah blah. At first I started to get annoyed, but I really didn't know why, I thought it was work, or my life who knows. Then late last night I continued reading and I got angrier and I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Why was this site depressing the hell out of me? So in my infinite wisdom (not) I asked my friend who happens to be male since I thought he could bring insight into the situation. As I began rereading the posts out loud to him I became even more annoyed, but of course I asked a male his opinion sooooooooo my friend, my dear friend proceeded to tell me "I'm gonna do you a favor and tell you what you are doing wrong" Oh pleeeeeez mr. friend tell me how wrong I am and how you in all your infinite wisdom can fix me. I needed to be a different person and not waste opportunities that were in front of me and I needed to focus on schoool and and and and and there were so many corrections necessary for my acceptance into the potential line up for a boyfriend.
Here was my problem in all the posts I heard I want my mate to be (perfect) strong, independent, have drive, have a relationship with God, not put up with my "shit" (these were from men), see her beauty from within, support me, help me, keep me focused. Did I get all the me me me mes in there? And the I want and she needs to be and I won't accept yadda yadda yadda. So if they could just find superwoman (and she better not lose her superpowers) I will accept her, she'll be good enough. WHERE DO I SIGN UP????? Don't these men sound WONDERFUL. Of course the women did the same thing blah blah blah knight in shining armor but take my "shit" do what I want. So I said to my friend, but noone ever said they were looking for a life partner to work shoulder to shoulder with someone to build a life with, a best friend. MY FRIEND aawwwww my friend said and I quote "Well, in the black culture that's understood, you shouldn't have to say that" Welllllll aren't I just stupid. I thought the guy asked what qualities they wanted in a woman, so they said everything but what was important? Well he was more than willing to tell me what I was doing wrong and what I needed to do to change it. Whatever.
I woke up this morning crying. I went to work and cried and then Joseph Prince came on and the Lord spoke. "Ladies make the man sweat, don't be easy, make him work for you. You were bought with the ultimate price by God. The Lord put the concept of the dowry to show men and women the high price that was being paid and the value of the woman. The female eagle when she wants to mate swoops down and grabs a big piece of wood. Then she soars high in the sky above the other birds with the males all around her, she lets go of the wood and the eagle that is the fastest and strongest that gets the wood and brings it back to her is the one that gets to mate with her. Christians are compared to eagles not chickens, even in nature God shows man he's gonna have to sweat to get what he wants. Ladies don't give in so cheaply you are valuable, its in a man to want to do this, if he doesn't have to sweat for you, when he gets tired of you he'll leave you for the woman he has to sweat to get. Make him work hard to get you he'll never forget and he'll always appreciate how hard it was and he'll know how much you are worth."
So anyone listening it doesn't really matter what men or women say, talk is cheap, but the sweat from the brow is real. Men can make all kinds of demands and every woman should be those things, but it doesn't mean that he's man enough to attain that quality of woman or keep it if he was fortunate enough to get it. You don't have to say anything, the chase is not the woman's its the man's.
Leave it to God to come in like a father and clarify a situation that was distorted. Don't give in, I've heard over and over, men can get it anywhere they want they don't have to put in effort for you. That's true there are plenty of scrubs out there that are just like that and not a one is going to get the time of day of a virtuous woman or should I say eagle.
Make him earn the privilege of a virtuous woman and an excellent wife. But when he does, give it to him.
Monday, February 4, 2013
February 4, 2013
We're in the month of February the start of a whole new year. You notice I'm commenting on this a whole month late. That's how I am, slow. I'm so lost in the talking to others and working on school and working and working and trying to figure things out, which by the way does not work. Trying to stay calm when I can't and that really doesn't work. Have you ever counseled or just listened to people so much that you start to wonder which one of you has the problems, who is screwed up more, them for the problems, or you for listening, are they talking or is that really you?
I remember one time I had a boyfriend (a loser, and you will agree in a moment) he decided on Valentine's Day to bring a joint to me. In my thirties, never smoked a joint, been in church all my life and for whatever reasons he feels I'll smoke a joint. Well (a loser yes, not so stupid). I had a couple of glasses of wine and thought hmmmm one puff why not. Well not knowing anything about drugs or lacing weed or anything like that I took a puff, a big one (stupid). And suddenly I didn't want to sit at the table I felt anxious and not so good, I went to my bed and actually had to keep one foot on the floor while the ceiling spun around. I threw it in the tiolet and he proceeded to yell....jerk.
Well the room spinning around, that's how I feel sometimes without anything being laced, except life, there's a definite possibility that's laced with insanity. Sometimes I just need for everyone to be quiet and preferrably to go away. My grandmother knew, I lived with them growing up, we lived on the river during my adolescent years, it was quiet, beautiful, just me and my grandparents. I played classical piano, wrote poetry, don't really remember ever doing any homework, do remember getting A's but not quite sure why and sitting on the dock. All the peace and quiet you could handle and she never allowed anyone to bother me. Now, I had all the freedom I could ever want and I used it but I had complete privacy and quiet, it was such a luxury.
Now the property is sold and if I want quiet and the river I have a little drive, not much just a little and my house is overfilled with people. They need to be here, I don't. I didn't appreciate how well my grandmother knew me until I got older and needed the solace so much I knew I was going to go insane if I didn't have it.
We're in the month of February the start of a whole new year. You notice I'm commenting on this a whole month late. That's how I am, slow. I'm so lost in the talking to others and working on school and working and working and trying to figure things out, which by the way does not work. Trying to stay calm when I can't and that really doesn't work. Have you ever counseled or just listened to people so much that you start to wonder which one of you has the problems, who is screwed up more, them for the problems, or you for listening, are they talking or is that really you?
I remember one time I had a boyfriend (a loser, and you will agree in a moment) he decided on Valentine's Day to bring a joint to me. In my thirties, never smoked a joint, been in church all my life and for whatever reasons he feels I'll smoke a joint. Well (a loser yes, not so stupid). I had a couple of glasses of wine and thought hmmmm one puff why not. Well not knowing anything about drugs or lacing weed or anything like that I took a puff, a big one (stupid). And suddenly I didn't want to sit at the table I felt anxious and not so good, I went to my bed and actually had to keep one foot on the floor while the ceiling spun around. I threw it in the tiolet and he proceeded to yell....jerk.
Well the room spinning around, that's how I feel sometimes without anything being laced, except life, there's a definite possibility that's laced with insanity. Sometimes I just need for everyone to be quiet and preferrably to go away. My grandmother knew, I lived with them growing up, we lived on the river during my adolescent years, it was quiet, beautiful, just me and my grandparents. I played classical piano, wrote poetry, don't really remember ever doing any homework, do remember getting A's but not quite sure why and sitting on the dock. All the peace and quiet you could handle and she never allowed anyone to bother me. Now, I had all the freedom I could ever want and I used it but I had complete privacy and quiet, it was such a luxury.
Now the property is sold and if I want quiet and the river I have a little drive, not much just a little and my house is overfilled with people. They need to be here, I don't. I didn't appreciate how well my grandmother knew me until I got older and needed the solace so much I knew I was going to go insane if I didn't have it.
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