Monthly Archives: September 2009

one reason to (at the very least) respect President Obama

He supports American students. Click here to read the full transcript. If you have school age children, consider having them listen to President Obama’s speech. I highly recommend it. He also refers to teachers and parents, and shows students how their involvement is necessary in ensuring future successes.

This speech is extraordinary – developmentally appropriate, modern, and easy for students in difficult situations to relate to, and appreciate. Parents had the right to waive their child from listening in at school, but I found the outrage by many wary critics to be appalling. Those parents, Republican, Democratic, Independent, or unaffiliated, merely denied their children the right to access current news, hear further encouragement, and gain inspirational insight.

Lylah Alphonse from Boston.com shares my sentiments. She wrote, “Since when is telling kids to study hard and stay in school a Socialist concept?” Similarly, The Dallas Morning News received all sorts of letters to the editor in response.

It’s what many kids need to hear – students need to feel heard and listened to, to know their talents and interests are worthwhile, and that they should never fail to believe in themselves. So many Americans are anti-government or wary of political agendas to the point where they forget the positive things our country provides us. We beat our Bill of Rights into oblivion in the search for said Rights. Students, especially those in public schools, should feel like they are responsible and included in the educational process. They are vital pieces to the ultimate puzzle.

I grew up in a public school system where students easily slipped off educational pathways and into illicit venues. There were too many students for our administration to keep track of everyone. They saluted the motivated, pushed along those on the border, and placated everyone else.  I learned a lot from that educational background. I worked hard out of a personal invested interest in learning, even during the times when I was not exactly supported in my academic endeavors by those around me. I went to college despite some obstacles, including a life-threatening health condition that could have easily held me back in summer school. I did not realize how many of my peers, people who I knew on a first name basis and hung around with socially, simply stopped caring and did not continue after high school. Some did not even graduate, or were moved to “better school systems” by their families. Those kids, people I considered friends, could have used such a speech. The education some gave up on and others yearned for were all achievable at the high school we originally attended – some of us simply had a version of President Obama’s speech constantly in front of us, or already closely held in our hearts.

So far in August

Found this old draft hidden among all of the already published posts.
All that had been typed was the title.

August was busy. End of September review? Also busy, but it seems that more blog posts means there was an adjustment involved. Post-graduate life has been kicked into full gear. Maybe I’m getting used to it and the additional responsibilities and joys that come from “growing up older”.

There was an old college peer standing outside of the local grocery store today. He was handing out pamphlets for an upcoming state election. I knew his name because he was always snarky in class, full of sarcasm and opposing views for the sake of argumentation. One student in particular, a man of greater inclination toward settling disputes with physical means, always growled back and threw heavy philosophical texts in his direction (this second action occurring on at least two occasions). My role in that interaction was one of maternal mediator. A few sharp and direct orders always seemed to set them in line.

It did not bother me much that he forgot my name – his sales pitch was a tad exasperating though. I will not, under any forsaken circumstances, save employment and perhaps threat of being rubbed with freshly cut poison ivy leaves, give up Sunday evenings to call hardworking, resting people during their dinner hours for a few extra dollars. He seemed put out that I am not officially affiliated with a specific political party. Call me an indecisive fence-sitter. I prefer the terms ‘well-informed’ and ‘moderate’. The democratic process should not be undertaken like one may align themselves with a favorite sports team for the sheer locality or familiarity of it. It should be a thought out process, carried much in the way that Plato/Socrates had intended in The Republic, by those in the know and who are impartial to immediate biases.

self-expectations

I have an assignment due that requires me to interview two counseling professionals. However, these professionals work during the time period that I do, and being a new employee, I have no personal or sick days. My compensatory time is also allotted for the Spring semester.

It’s a conundrum. I could theoretically walk into the field earlier and head off to work on time, but no professional in their right mind would ever oblige to meet me at 7 am, when they are either not expected for a couple more hours, or are arriving and getting settled into their daily tasks.

A conundrum is worth thinking about and moping around for awhile, but it needs action to solve. Strict deadlines must be adhered to – my research still needs to be solidified, conducted, and analyzed as well. I am interviewing someone who is willing to meet me today. I hope to hedge out what his greatest material needs as a professional are, and purchase something for him in gratitude. I will not feel comfortable until I have the second interview guaranteed and an appointment arranged; perhaps I am an organizational freak.

Sleeping does not even provide me with any relief. I think about work, school, or fall asleep so late these days that I do not manage deep REM levels to hold any memorable dreams. Something has to change. I have to adapt. There is no option allowing for failure. Well, there is, and it would not necessarily be failure, but I am too determined and I have worked too hard to give up now. Perseverance requires resiliency. As long as I stay self-aware and on task, things will be fine. Academia does not bother me. Time constraints do.

create it if you can’t find it

An abandoned blog is a sad blog indeed. If this blog were my cat it would be dead from neglect or really pissed.

To be blunt, I have barely had time to sleep, so the few hours available are usually filled with my body inert and brain disconnected from the world. Ye olde alarm clock of doom and torment screams off a little after daybreak, whereupon my clumsy fingers grab at some unfortunate pan and that evening’s dinner gets thrown together. The gas even dislikes being disturbed that early in the morning. Coffee laughs at me and says, “Just cook your meal, woman, and get back to bed. You have twenty minutes to spare if you hurry up on those potatoes.”

Well, work tends to occupy the space after the cranky food is shoved into the refrigerator. I am a relatively new hire and often exceed my hours in an attempt to manage Courses Yet to be Taken in future semesters. Afterward, Courses Currently Taking passes by with relative ease and boulders of homework to follow. I trudge home. Wash the dishes. Prepare lunch for the next day. Iron clothes. And set down to work sometime around eleven or twelve.

Exhausted. However, even the busiest of stinging insects requires a break every now and then. I’ve been on the hunt for some decorative prey – a clock, really. There hasn’t been one that has met my standards within the past two months. What should a person do when their native land of consumerism isn’t providing quality goods? By golly, make it herself!

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It was really quite easy – a simple clock mechanism purchased from a local crafts store, some krazy glue, and an unused Pearl cymbal completes this ensemble. It really thrills me, and I will gladly revel in my drummer glory as it reflects the morning sun. Hopefully, cymbal rays beaming down will be a more pleasant way to wake up than the insults of its cellular phone counterpart.

P.S. Thanks for not giving up on this site yet.