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Education: Keeping up with your local school district
A need for balance and action by Bernard-Charles
The simple thought of politics turns me off like…
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I am packing to go back to #school it is always a late night task for me. #college (Taken with Instagram)
There weren’t too many people who were very supportive of my being a lesbian. Homosexuality wasn’t something people talked about at my school and wasn’t an OK thing for most people there, so they bullied me for it.
I had over 200 kids in my grade and everyone found out and they all had the same attitude about it. I would overhear things in the hallway and people would say things directly to me—even in the classrooms.
Katy Butler, who’s pushing a petition to have the ‘R’ rating from documentary Bully (trailer) removed, tells us about her own experiences being bullied.
I was picked on and teased. SHIM, HE-SHE, FAGGOT, FUDGE-PACKER, & GAY were all hard stones thrown at my body. I was pure. Unaware of sexuality at the time. Those stones that the middle school classmates threw at me shaped me. Eroded away my blindness to negativity. I stand here today expressing the inner powers of love because no one chose to show me that before. Everything seemed to be a popularity contest among people. But I refuse. I want to be BIGGER, BETTER, and BRIGHTER than those who called me names. - America’s Future Talk Show Host
Rebecca and I suddenly had a connection while making gingerbread cookies. We both read this story when we were in elementary school.
Grade 1-3 A story based on an event that occurred in Boston in 1919. Patrick McGonnigal O’Brien loved molasses. One day he is sent to the store by his mother to fill the empty molasses pail; just as he reaches the store, the huge storage tank explodes and fills the street with molasses. Patrick goes home covered with molasses from head to toe. Of course, a street running full of molasses is too tall a tale for his mother to believe, so Patrick is scrubbed and sent to bed in disgrace. When Papa comes home similarly decorated, all is forgiven, and Patrick has finally found the limit of his molasses tolerance. Uniformly gray pictures with little detail scattered throughout make this look like a poor choice for reading aloud but the subject matter is unusual, and children will relate to poor Patrick’s inability to get his mother to believe him. An adequate selection for those just beginning chapter books. Candy Colborn, Cottonwood Creek Elementary School, Englewood, Colo.
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Apparently my estimated family contribution jumped from only 40 dollars to 7,000 dollars. I found this out today. Now because of this I was no longer eligible to receive a pell grant. So of course I incurred a balance of about 3,000 dollars. So PPU talked to MHS and MHS is paying for the difference because of this.
HOWEVER,
How can I go from $40 dollars to $7000 dollars???? For everyone’s information I never received any money from my Mom/StepFather in that amount. I don’t even ask my mother for money she doesn’t even have any to give to me. Also, this summer I was kicked out of the house because I chose to tell it how it is. I stood up for what is right and I want to knock some sense into ignorant, dull, boring, and lifeless people.
That is how I feel. So now because I am getting money to pay this balance off: I am most likely going to lose my federal work study job. Which means I won’t have a job.
NOW of course you are thinking instantly “You can just find an outside PPU job” “Go work at Starbucks” “Find yourself a real job”
ARE YOU SERIOUS, you instantly say go find another job. I am not dumb. I know I Need to find another job. But for you to just say that and not feel sympathy for me hurts my feelings. That also puts me in a rotten mood where I begin to think I need to prove myself to become better than you. So watch it.
I hope I don’t lose my work study because it is convenient for me to work at the school and not feel bombarded with transportation issues, interviews, resumes, cover letters, proving to people I am once again worthy of a job, and mainly the hassle of losing myself. I want and like a job where I can express myself. It is who I am.
I CANNOT work the typical college job because my mind is far to precious for that mundane job. Sorry, my feet will hurt, my back will hurt, I will not eat, and I will begin to hate people and life. I want to work somewhere where I can make friends, and feel like it is a family.
That is what I like and I know the REAL world is not like that so I don’t want that. So no, Starbucks, McDonalds, Arbys, and whatever job you try and sway me into trying to get. I need time, space, and knowledge to keep me going.
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(Source: bernardtalks.com)