Chi town raised me crazy
I know I may not be a native but I most definitely miss Chicago. Like really I am missing my city. I need some city in my life. Like whoa.
That is all.
Oh. And I miss you
I know I may not be a native but I most definitely miss Chicago. Like really I am missing my city. I need some city in my life. Like whoa.
So I had phone interview with the Washington Reading Corps in Seattle last night. Its an AmeriCorps program and parts of it sounded really great. They work through an awesome non-profit called Solid Ground and one of their missions is to battle institutionalized racism and other isms which sounds like it would be really challenging intellectually and would be an awesome experience. However there phone interview was a little strange. I am supposed to call back on Tuesday with a decision about whether or not that the program and I have a "love connection". Kinda weird I know right? They also asked some pretty off the wall questions like: Why do you think people are poor? Which totally caught me off guard. And they also wanted to know why i thought it was important to me to help low income minorities (they didn't word it quite like that but that was the question they were asking). They also gave this little scenario at the beginning of the interview that they wanted my input on. It was during the portion of the interview wherein they were giving me the rundown of the program. The scenario was: A student that has had little interest in reading has begun to make great strides. He has been asked to read some poetry for his class and his parents will be in attendance as well. He has asked you to attend and he really wants you to be there. What would you say to this young man? Well apparently my answer was supposed to be 'NO' because on Fridays there is important team building and training that I cannot miss unless i am in the ER bleeding from my head. Which for those of us that have worked with kids know is not the correct answer. You need to be there for that student. These people are too confused, obviously! So I don't think we have a "love connection".
I am thinking of sending the blog post below to the Itawamba County School District. It is just such a heart wrenching story that should not go unnoticed.
As someone who was fortunate enough to attend three high school proms with the date of my choice, I'd have to say that they are some of fondest memories from high school that I continue to carry with me years later. When I first heard the story of Constance McMillen I was outraged and saddened. The fact that a school would cancel a prom so that they could discriminate against a gay student was mind boggling to me. I couldn't imagine that this could happen to a high school student that wanted nothing more than to attend her high school's prom with the date of her choice. So you can imagine how I felt when I heard that two proms were held, a secret prom that was only for regular students and a prom that Constance McMillen and students with learning disabilities attended. I've felt a flood of differing emotions since I learned of this horrible injustice. It is heartbreaking to think that the seven students that attended the different prom were specifically targeted and separated by a group of parents. It is disturbing to think that the people that were in charge of this are raising children and responsible for their care and upbringing. It is also deplorable that the chaperons of the prom for the seven students were teachers from the high school and the high school principal.
I'll be really sad when Ugly Betty ends. I have come to appreciate the show a great deal. For one I love the characters. The stories they tell are unique. And the show makes me laugh. And laughing is good for the soul. And this episode tonight was about following our own dreams and our passions. Which I feel like in this day and age can be quite hard. I am already exhausted and I just contemplated chasing one of my many dreams or daydreams I have over the course of an afternoon. Why is it so hard to grasp that concept? We've been given a heavy burden to bear. Lassoing the American Dream. Which could quite possibly be dead, I am not sure. I think Reagan killed it. Maybe I dunno. Life Goals, 20 Year Plans. I am just trying to make it through the day to be completely honest, how am I supposed to even fathom two decades from now? Finding the Love of Our Lives. I love romantic comedies enough so yeah I guess I am a romantic, but really when there's so much hate around these days it is so hard to remember what love is? It's exhausting trying to live out loud, fully, truly and authentically. I think I'd rather just stay in bed.
I am so over when my shows are not new. Totally over it.
I started writing posts about the television I have been watching of late. And make no mistake I have been watching a lot of television.
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