2ndclepunkbuddha

There is a boy in my life now.  He's much younger than me, shorter than me, and very needy.  This is a 7th grade boy, age 12, who I will call Bob.  Bob was a pest when I met him.  He refused to cooperate with anyone or anything, was always faining injury or excuses as to why he couldn't do something, and was always running down to the office for some foolish reason or another.  At first he made me angry, what a bad attitude, I thought.  But once I learned a few things about him, I saw him in a new light. Over the summer, Bob's father murdered his mother then killed himself.  He was sent to live with Granny, Granny died of a heart attack a few weeks later.  Then he was sent to live with an older brother, and the older brother died of a drug overdose in August.  Now he's living with a sister, most likely being shuffled from foster home to foster home.  He was sleeping in class the other day, because he was out until 2 in the morning on a...

It has roughly been a month since the assignment began with the 7th grade in Practicum.  If you have not read the Facebook updates, needless to say, it's been dramatic.  Not as dramatic as the city school is, but it is considered to be an urban experience.  And I would have to agree.  Kids in this age group are notorious for mood swings, temper tantrums, and excessive tears.  But that's not news.  In fact, it's not much unlike working in an office where one has to put up with the screaming, fighting, and temper tantrums.  The only difference is that when one was actually in the 7th grade, you could somehow make yourself disappear or meld into the woodwork.  In an office you are being ripped and torn apart and told what an idiot you are.  Fortunately for me, I have had those experiences first and experienced the horror story of it, and learned to keep my mouth shut and learn the fine art of conversation.  When one is chatting with a cowor...

I reached a decision today, one that may affect another.  However, I have taken a new stance in life now and have since decided for the better.  Mental health concerns are for the best, and yes it is rather self centered, but when is it that we are completely altruistic?  It gets you in trouble no matter what you may think.  Women in general are taught to give and give, not think of themselves and do no matter what to make others happy.  At some point, we realize that's a load of bullshit.  We are not weak and we are not going to let others chip away at one's self esteem.  This decision is probably the most asshole decision one can make in the world today (and in order to do so we somehow end up sharing it on the Internet somehow), that is to unfriend someone on Facebook.  That is what I have done.  I had a past with this person, he broke it off about 7 months ago, and I saw him a few more times after that.  A few times it was to retur...