Archive for March, 2013

March 23, 2013

Thank you to Christer S. Rowan for putting so eloquently what I’ve been thinking.

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Men should be offended...
I don’t know who wrote this, so I can’t thank them personally, but I can at least help spread their words.

Men should be offended when someone claims that women should prevent rape by not wearing certain things or not going certain places or not acting in a certain way. That line of thinking presumes that you are incapable of control. That you are so base and uncivilized that it takes extraordinary effort for you to walk down the street without raping someone. That you require a certain dress code be maintained, that certain behaviors be employed so that maybe today, just maybe, you won’t rape someone.

It presumes that your natural state is rapist.
—Unknown

 

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March 21, 2013

I can’t even begin to explain how amazing this post is. After reading this, I am able to breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that the teachers who will one day teach my children are finally understanding that they CAN affect change.
This is beautiful to read. Keep the conversation going.

Abby Norman

Yesterday, the news invaded my classroom. I think the kids aren’t paying attention. I think the kids only care about the news as it relates to Justin Bieber. I think they aren’t listening or capable of advanced thought. Every single time I think one of those things, I sell out the ninth-graders that come traipsing through my room every day.

It started when I picked this poem to go over different ways to look at poetry:

Witness

Martha Collins

If she says something now he’ll say
it’s not true if he says it’s not true
they’ll think it’s not true if they think
it’s not true it will be nothing new
but for her it will be a weightier
thing it will fill up the space where
he isn’t allowed it will open the door
of the room where she’s put him
away he will fill up her mind he…

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March 13, 2013

“Your dad looks like a ginger Grizzly Adams.”

My boyfriend said that to me.

It’s true. My dad is growing out this monstrous beard that grows awkwardly along his jaw line and down onto his neck. Until recently, he’s never grown a beard. He’s always kept his hair high and tight, his face clean shaven, with nothing more than a well-kept mustache. Twenty-one years in the Air Force has an effect on how you groom yourself, I suppose.

But his beard really isn’t the point of this post. It was just a mental tangent I felt like sharing.

I miss my dad. My mom posted a picture of him on Facebook and I realized just how little I get to see him.  It’s bad enough that I live in a different state 7 months out of the year. But, once I do get home, he’s always working night shifts and I only see him for about an hour during the day when we’re both home and awake.

My dad is so important to me, for plenty of reasons. We’ve been through a lot together. He’s been with me through heartbreaks and failing grades and all those times I didn’t think I would make it through the day. And I think I’ve been there for him, too. We’ve bonded over our pains.

We’ve also bonded over our love and devotion to family. Ever since I was little, my dad always told me that you put family first. No questions. No excuses. He’s always given his all, sacrificed what he needed to, to make sure that our family is taken care of. And he’s the reason I aspire to do the same.

Another big lesson I learned from my dad is to be like Jesus. I mean, he never said it that way. My dad’s not the religious sort. But he always told me something to the effect of, “When you go somewhere, go to make it better. Leave every place that you go better than you found it. And then, move on. Staying and living in the light of your successes is easy. But that’s not what a leader does; that’s not what you’re meant to do. You’re meant to travel, do good and better what you can, and then continue on your path.”

And hey, that’s what Jesus did. And the Buddha. So, it’s obviously not a bad philosophy to live by. I think my dad really knows what he’s talking about. He’s a pretty smart guy.

The moral of the story is this: I love my dad. He’s my hero, my rock, my mentor, my friend. I’m really lucky. I know many people don’t get to experience such an amazing relationship with their parents. So I’m going to take full advantage of it.

My parents always tell me that they won’t be around forever. While that may be true in the physical sense, I think it’s safe to say that I’ll carry them with me forever. And I’ll teach my kids about them, share their stories and advice, and encourage my kids to share that wealth of knowledge with their families. And then, my parents’ll kind of be around forever. Take that, parents.

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