Yesterday, while reading the "Wanting to leave the church but not sure how to talk to Bishop" thread, I was tempted to post "bitch slap him!" I decided not to, of course because it'd be wild and inappropriate (although not completely off topic). But one can dream...
I read it before you scrubbed it. Yep, not funny. Infuriating, actually.
I wish you well and wish very much that you, at 60+, living in the richest country in the world, didn’t have to experience such misery. It’s an outrage.
Oh, my. This goes back maybe a dozen years. I was teaching in a city neighborhood that could be described as sketchy at best. I had forty-two fourth graders in my classroom. That's right, 42. When administrators would bring me a new student, I literally had no idea where to seat the kid. By the end of the year, I had gotten 4 or 5 of them into ED programs (programs for the emotionally disturbed.) It is almost impossible to get students into these programs, but that was my group.
They would throw books and pencils out of my second floor window. Every afternoon after school I would pick up books and pencils off of the pavement below. One kid dumped soda into my papers and files. One kid, on several occasions, destroyed my room -- he ripped everything off the walls, overturned furniture, and threw any small object that could be thrown. One principal from another school came to observe my class. She was shocked that the kids were swearing. I remember thinking to myself, lady, that is the least of my problems. If I had sent a child to the office for swearing, my principal would have treated me like I had grown two heads.
And then there were the fights. I became adept at separating fighting students (I no longer do that -- too much potential for injury.) I got assaulted a few times myself.
It was barely teaching, although I tried my best. As one friend put it, chaos could be breaking out and I would still teach. When you have more than 40 needy students in one room, you are not teaching, you are warehousing them.
It was my worst year in the classroom, although I've had others that were close.
And *some* people think teachers don't earn their salaries.
It sounds like you could get employment in the concentration camps on the border, too. They could use qualified teachers who've had to deal with big classes.
You wouldn't get paid commensurately, of course, so there's that...
The term "concentration camp" long antecedes World War Two. the British used concentration camps when fighting the Boers in South Africa, the US when interning the Japanese in WWII, and any number of other countries have done it many times. It wasn't a good thing; it was almost always based on ethnicity or religion or nationality, and conditions were far from "free" and sometimes not even hygenic. But these camps were not part of a penile system or a genocidal process.
I am merely using the term "concentration camp" in its historical, i.e., non-Nazi form, to describe the concentration of aspiring immigrants and refugees in closed camps along the southern border. My point was that summer appears to have had extensive experience teaching and caring for children in suboptimal conditions.
She would be great in those camps--assuming she could tolerate conditions there.
Well, whattaya know! Wikipedia says that there was a US Government agency tasked with oversight of the schooling of Japanese children during their internment (or 'concentration') during WWII.
Here's a bit of Olddog Family apocryphal history: Uncle Lee, whose nickname was Chino, because he looked Asian (at the time he looked Oriental, but that's out now), used scotch tape to create epicanthic folds and then snuck into Manzanar because he was hot for a young Japanese girl he'd been dating. He liked it so much, compared to life in Hollywood as a Chino-Mexican, that he stayed there until they began recruiting for the 442nd Infantry Regiment, which he had no desire to join, so he took off the scotch tape and left the camp, got back to LA and found a draft notice waiting for him. He went on to perform many Byronic deeds.
Byronic deeds?? That adds about three ethnicities to the story, does it not?
I have older friends who lived in the concentration camps. Their kids and grandkids heard a lot about living in the camps but did not know the reference was to the internment camps rather than summer camps until college age or later. It was a huge embarrassment to the actual "campers" and something they viewed as a stain on their names and their ethnicity. This was when most of those families lost the Japanese language. The interned did not want their children learning the tongue and hence stopped speaking it at home. It was a tremendous loss.
One of these men was admitted to do a Ph.D. at Berkeley but was then sent away to camp. When he returned, the university refused to accept him, so he became a gardener. Another was a child when interned. He grew up and achieved considerable academic success but was a permanently angry man and could not hold a marriage together. Most of the Japanese in the concentration camps had their homes and properties taken by their white neighbors and could not get them back when they returned to their home communities.
The Methodists resisted this. Many of them prevented the occupation of Japanese homes and farms, sometimes moving in until the Japanese came home, and then returned the properties to their rightful owners. That made a deep impression on West-Coast Japanese, a very high proportion of whom then joined that religion.
Concentration camps impose great costs on people even if there is never any question of death.
I'm not trying to brag (yes I am!), but I was born in Methodist Hospital in LA, to a Methodist Mexican mother who had attended the Francis De Pauw School, in Hollywood, after running away from home in Fresno when her father told her that 8th grade was more than enough edumacation for a girl.
So I've always had a soft spot in my heart for Methodists, and by extension, methadoneists...only seems fair...
I have a habit, some say a “disgusting habit”, of peeling my finger and toe nails to a nice trim instead of using the civilizing implement called “nail clippers”.
Human Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I have a habit, some say a “disgusting habit”, > of peeling my finger and toe nails to a nice trim > instead of using the civilizing implement called > “nail clippers”. > > Who’s with me?
Human Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I have a habit, some say a “disgusting habit”, > of peeling my finger and toe nails to a nice trim > instead of using the civilizing implement called > “nail clippers”. > > Who’s with me?
Whether criticism of genre fiction is justified and offer some criticism of "literary" fiction. I have a BA in English and love genre fiction.
Trying to make a list of what could be official State/Provincial bad movies. The rule would be that the movie would have to be 1. filmed and preferably set in the state/province it is nominated for and 2. it would have to suck more than a Shop Vac.
Okay, the last one may have something to do with Mormon films.
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