I feel like lately my blogging has taken quite a back seat to life. I apologize to anybody that does actually read my posts. Saying I've been busy would be an understatement. Two weekends ago, Evan and I went to Little Rock for a residency interview. We had an amazing time there and spent a great weekend with so many of his family members. When we got back, the week went from tiring to flat out bad. Liliana started running a fever and I couldn't get it to go down for over 48 hours. Evan took her to the doctor and she has an ear infection! That week was obviously not restful, but there was no break in sight because right after going to the doctor, I drove home from work and we went straight to Oklahoma City for another interview. Oklahoma City was a blast as well. We are FINALLY back in Lubbock and here to stay this weekend, thank goodness. Our house is a freaking pig sty.
Anyway, I've had a couple people e-mail me asking what I think about my job. I love it. I really and truly do, but I haven't written about it much because I didn't want to upset my readers. And so, I didn't write my blog the way I WANTED to the last few weeks. And today, I thought about it and realized, "wait a second...I started writing this blog for ME, not for others" (no offense guys). So, I'm writing what's been on my mind.
If you are going to be a crappy parent, stop having sex. Flat out simple. I don't even want you to use protection or do it at the perfect time of the month so you're for sure safe. I don't want you to take any chances. Because if you are going to be a crappy parent and if you're not going to care about your kids lives, you shouldn't get the privilege to have sex without having to face the consequences. Because if something goes wrong, you are going to start a cycle of problems.
The school I teach at is known for being the toughest school in the district. This particular school has more fights than any other school. My first day, I was simply observing classrooms and I immediately noticed there was gossip (surprise surprise) in first period.
When I was in eighth grade, our gossip was about how we had received our first kiss. This gossip, however, was that a girl was pregnant. And she was devastated not because she was pregnant, but because he had broken up with her the day before she found out. Granted, I hate to tell her, but he probably wasn't the man of her dreams anyway...
After talking it over with teachers, I heard that this was the second eighth grade pregnancy for this family. Apparently, the day that they found out the sex of the baby, this girls Mom bought everyone in the class little socks. The Mom was THRILLED about this pregnancy. See, this Mom shouldn't have had kids. Under no circumstance should you be PROUD of your children for having kids when they're 13.
Last week, all children had to watch a video about how bad the behavior is and how they need to stop getting in fights. After the video, the football coach came in to talk and he told me that a few weeks ago, he heard rumors about a fight that was going to occur on a field after school. He went out there to try and stop it. You would never BELIEVE what greeted him...10 cars with parents inside CHEERING the children on to beat the crap out of each other. THESE parents shouldn't have been allowed to have kids either.
During the day, whenever kids are defiant, of course I do lose my patience. But at the end of the day, it's this never ending cycle. Bad, young parents raising children when they're not ready...and the cycle repeats. I suppose my heart should just break for everyone involved, like it did today when one of the biggest trouble makers confessed that she just heard her Mom was going to jail for 3 years for drug possession.
I don't know what we, as a society, should do to fix the problem. It's not the kids fault, but how can I blame the parents when that's probably the same way they were raised as well?
It's my job, and I'm not entirely sure I'm being successful at all, to do my best to try and show them not only discipline, but positive reinforcement. Whenever I tell them "see! You ARE smart! You got this," I get a better response than when I say "I'm writing you a pink slip." I just hope I'm doing the right thing, and I hope I can help, even if a tiny bit. By 8th grade though, I think we're too late.
Again, I'm sorry if I offend some of my readers. This post is full of A LOT of emotion. I do love my new job, but it elicits a lot of feeling. I refuse to give up.
I realize I'm being fully one sided, and I suppose that's what happens when you're full of anger. Thanks for letting me vent it out.
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