Making Strides 2012

Hello Everyone!

I had previously posted about the Making Strides 2012 walk I am participating in. However, there are a few things that make this walk extra-special for me. 1) It is close to my heart. My friend Cece is a breast cancer survivor and I want to honor her. 2) It is my first college service event, and I am in charge of the entire thing! So, I am asking all of you to help me out (if possible) with a donation! The minimum is $5 and even that would be an awesome donation to help get my team rolling. If you cannot donate, please donate your thoughts and prayers to those who are fighting or fought the battle.

And as always, thank you for being my followers!!! More posts coming in about 2 weeks when school is “out for Summer”

Here is the team page link: http://bit.ly/LrBX2T

It Is NOT Alright

I had an experience today that I wish I could take back. However, every lesson has a purpose I suppose. I have a professor who I am taking for a third class this semester. I admire him for his passion when it comes to education. But tonight, he put up a big wall between him and I that I honestly don’t know if I will ever take down.

A little background: like I said, this is the third class I have taken him for. He has mentioned before that he appreciates my input as a parent. Our class is not straight lecture, he enjoys discussion.

Today was no different than any other. People had questions, he had answers. I made comments. Others made comments. We came to one point where he used an example, of which I could relate to. I raised my hand and related it, in different terminology…but the same thing. He then told me “you are going off topic, YOU do that a lot”. Now, re-read that and add some snide tone and harshness. First, I do not go off topic. He does, however. Second, I don’t do it a lot because I do not go off topic. He not only said it, but in front of my peers and with a harsh and condescending tone of voice. This man who I have admired for his compassion and patience with his students. This man who KNOWS my past educational struggles. He put up a wall. I could no longer pull my eyes up to look at him. I could only watch my tears drop on the desk. I could only count the seconds until our break time. As soon as he let us go on break, the classmate in front of me turned around and asked me if I was OK. She recognized his words as uncalled for and rude. I tried to calm myself down, but I could not stay. I walked out, not making eye contact with anyone. I could only hear my heart pounding in my ears. I walked up to the English Dept. and by this time I was having a full-blown anxiety attack. When I reached two of my professor friends they instantly helped me out. They agreed that he was wrong to do what he did. Validation. I knew it was not just me.

See, I do that all the time: justifying the rudeness of another by saying it was somehow my fault. But this time: It is NOT alright. I am not untouched by the treatment he handed out. His remark did not benefit anyone in the class. It was not merited.

So what do I say? If any of you is ever belittled, humiliated or treated poorly, PLEASE do not justify the reasons. There is NO reason for someone to treat you with anything less than respect and dignity. I just sent an e-mail to him. How will he respond? I don’t know. But I do know that I AM justified in bringing his remark to light. He needs to know that it is NOT alright.

Do Not Mistake My Kindness For Weakness

This is my new motto. As I change the way I think, I begin to see the way I have been manipulated in the past. However, I am done playing the part of the doormat. I feel like I do the right things for the wrong people. I am learning to be more aware of those around me. That way I can show my appreciation where it deserves to be given.

I do not like to boast, but after so many people telling me that I am kind I actually think I am. When I compare myself to the experiences I have had in my own life, I truly understand that I am a genuine person. I do not expect anything from anyone else…I truly don’t! However, people seem to think that kind people are push-overs…or weak.

I was reading “The Darkling Thrush” for the 30th time today and realized that I, too, am leaning on a gate. I do not know where exactly the gate leads. However, unlike the poet, I do not feel hopeless about the future. In fact, I feel beyond hopeful. This is a big step for me, because usually when I cannot see what is ahead of me I panic. BUT, I have decided that to truly live my life happily I have to let things go. I still don’t know the complete meaning of my life, but I do know that it is my job to live it. Many people will see me as pulling away from certain ideals, but if I pull away from anything it will be because I just don’t believe the ideals are right, because of the way that we have corroded them in to our own selfish human rules.

But back to the topic, please do not mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to you by way of my own free will. And just as kind as I am, I will easily stop when you begin to walk all over me.

Not Going To Be Defeatist, Even If It Hurts

Maybe this is a post to myself, I do not know. However, I have the urge to write down my thoughts so here I am!

I have had a lot of time to think about my current situation. Overall I feel blessed beyond what I deserve. Yet when I say that I feel like I am cutting myself down a measure or 10. Because do I not deserve all that my own heart desires? Of course I always think of my children ahead of myself…but aside from them, why should I let even one other person make me feel as if I am lacking somehow. I know there is always room for improvement, I know that more than anyone. However, when someone cuts you down to mere inches tall, what else can you do?

I write because I know that I cannot be the only person on this planet who feels the way I do. And if what I say encourages just one other person to keep their head held high, then that is enough for me.

I have been reading a lot of Sense and Sensibility lately, for my Brit Lit class, but also for an essay contest. Reading the text to such an in-depth degree has really taught me something by the character development within the plot. One thing it has taught me is to pity the one who causes me to think myself unsatisfactory. The one who does not see me for who I am and love me. The one who intentionally finds a fault to bring to the forefront.

Just like Willoughby, one day he will see me living a happy and full life while he stands in the distance and regrets how much his words have hurt me. I know this is not the end for me.

My Reflection Statement for Child Development

I had to write a reflection statement for my “Children with Special Needs” class, I thought I would share it!

Child 68 Reflection Statement

While this course is not yet finished, it would be honest to say that I have already learned a great deal when it comes to the importance of inclusion. Every child deserves a fair and accommodating education regardless of how difficult or easy their situation is. Regardless if they have a severe disability or are simply from a broken home, each child should be accommodated so as to include them not only in a school setting, but a community and society as well.
     Children with special needs do not always “look” like they have a disability, and in fact most of the 13 disability categories could go unnoticed by the uneducated (and sometimes educated) eye. It is my job as an educator to take note of any unreported characteristics that could possibly be linked to a disability. If a child goes for years without help, then I have not done my job to it’s full extent.
I love children, and I have a place in my heart for children who do not fit the “normal” mold. None of us do, especially myself. I want to make sure that any student (child or adult) that I work with never feels the uncomfortable and discouraging feelings that I, myself felt as a child and that many children feel every day. I want to take what I have learned here and be aware of each of my students and also be understanding to their needs. Not only that, but I want to spread awareness among my peers, leaders and community as well.
No one should be given anything less than every opportunity we all have a right to, regardless of race, culture, gender and above all: abilities. I have learned that it is important that we should not expect an individual to change because they have a disability, but rather that we should look inward and change our own state of mind to one that is compassionate, considerate and concerned.

Making Strides 2012

So….I am pretty much excited beyond the ability to sleep. I officially got permission from my school to set up a team to walk in the “Making Strides” walk in Walnut. I wanted to share this because I have a close friend who fought breast cancer and won the battle, however there are women who do not make it out. I feel that it is my job to honor those who have and haven’t survived, because either way they faced breast cancer with dignity.

If any of you are in Southern California and would like to walk, please visit the site and sign up. If you cannot, then please make even the smallest donation to help our team meet its goal! And if you cannot do either, please find a local walk and join in the cause!

Thanks!

http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?team_id=1196437&pg=team&fr_id=42919&fl=en_US&et=2i5JcF8I6RzqfziVPTfmRA&s_tafId=910497

Spring Semester Blues

I pride myself in the fact that it has taken me this long to feel the way I do. However, I am so done with this semester! I have a large amount of work due this next week so I have tons of homework and I honestly cannot get started! Check this out:

  • Research paper on Juvenile Diabetes 
  • Put together Child Development Portfolio
  • Read Literature homework
  • Do literature study guides
  • Math homework, 4 sections
  • Study for child development exam (Monday)
  • Study for second Journalism midterm (Tuesday)
  • Finish Jane Austen society essay

I think I may need caffeine!!! You know what I want to do??? Watch the second episode of Sherlock season 1…

Tomorrow Is Not A Guarantee

Today was one of the more interesting days I have had this month. I did not expect anything out of the ordinary and yet I definitely did not have an ordinary day.

The first incident that stood out was at work. A professor came in to our office because one of her students had passed out in her classroom. The dean went over immediately and called the health center so they could come help. Well, the girl had donated blood on campus just prior to her class and I am guessing she did not sit and have enough of a snack before she headed over. The dean came back and was looking for some type of juice, which there was not anything. So, I gave him my vitamin water. He went back and returned shortly after with a sigh of relief because they were able to get the vitamin water in to her system and she began to come back to consciousness.

The second incident was on the way home. As I was driving down the road I stopped at a light on a freeway overpass. I looked over and saw this guy on the sidewalk, near the middle of the overpass. He was knelt down and I just felt prickly feelings on the back of my neck. I looked ahead of me and there was a CHP officer giving someone a ticket. I glanced back and the guy was beginning to climb the fence over the freeway. I did not know what else to do, so I honked a few times which got the officers attention. He looked over and then saw the man. He quickly told the people to wait and ran over and tackled the guy to the ground. This could have ended terribly.

So, what does this leave me left to think about? Life, really. Tomorrow. Gratitude.

While some may believe it was the choice of the man on the bridge to climb over and jump, it really is not his right to end his life, regardless how terrible life may be. First, many people could have died had an accident occurred when he fell. Second, there are people who care about each one of us and it is a selfish act to take your own life to end the pain. Life is best dealt with with your chin held high and your mind set on a goal. Death means nothing to those who go through it, because they are gone. But to those who are left behind, the real pain is felt with unbridled guilt, pain and loss.

Tomorrow is not a guarantee for any of us. Do not live in fear of tomorrow, live as though this was the best day of your life. It may not seem like the best day of your life, but your life can change permanently within the blink of an eye. Do not waste the opportunity to better yourself by ending your life. Make a change, however small it may be. You could be saving another. Do not look for satisfaction in things, look for satisfaction in your own moral character. If you are unhappy with your moral character, strive to improve the parts you do not like. This is a prayer unto my own moral character as well. I do not want to be known by the “stuff” I have, but rather how I treated other people. I want to be remembered as someone who fought hard and worked against the struggles I have faced. I do not want to be remembered as “the girl who couldn’t handle the pain.”

And for the people on the other end of that situation: do not take people for granted. If you see something different in someone that appears to make them withdrawn or depressed: talk to them. Get them help. Be there for them. Love them. Do not criminalize them, please do not do that.

Insignificant

Someday I hope to be fully finished with my need to base my value upon what others think of me…some day. I suppose we all do that to an extent, though. I do not know why people do what they do to others, but I do know that it really hurts to be on the receiving end of the crap.

But have you ever realized that it is actually more painful to be ignored or pushed aside than it is to be given negative attention? I hate that. I spend way too much effort on other people so I always tell myself I am going to stop, but you know what? I love being kind. I love making people happy. So what do I do?

I seriously feel that this issue is something that I have dealt with within myself since I was very very young. I felt rejected by my father. I felt rejected by my peers. There was always someone who avoided me, or had nothing to do with me. What choice did I have but to believe it was, in fact, me. I seem to be the problem. I seem to be too much I guess.

I know I will figure this out on my own…but this weekend I am just left to feel insignificant despite my kindness and loyalty. Oh well, I guess I either accept it or start being less compassionate….and honestly I do not want to choose that path.

Listing My Thoughts Away

It has been a while since I did this, but right now I am using this as a way to stay awake!

• I am so tired. I only slept 2 hours after a terrible migraine.
• I want to go back home and sit in bed and read.
• My Downton Abbey blog is kinda pretty much taking off.
• Random shouting: Email me!!!
• Is it seriously already going on Monday? What the deuce!?!
• I wish someone would buy me a new car out of the kindness of their hearts. I dont want anything fancy…just a Prius or Honda. Lol
• Nothing has improved from the other day. I wish it would but I dont think it ever will.
• I am on a Twilight kick…
• Dont judge me!!!
• Almost time to go home…
• Need to watch Sherlock.
• ZzZzZz huh? Oh.