While I was at dinner with my boyfriend I saw something on CNN that made me sick. A couple of days ago a five year old boy was asked to leave the classroom, NOT by the teacher but by a class vote. The teacher allowed the students to say what they felt about him. What kind of example are you an educator presenting to your students?? I can’t believe that a teacher would do that to a student. A teacher should be protecting the student regardless of their physical or mental capabilities. I hope that this teacher looses their teaching license because a person like that should not be teaching ANYONE. I don’t care that the child has Autism, children with Autism can still learn in school just like normal children. This story hit home personally because of the struggles that my family went through in school. From other postings I have mentioned that I have a brother,who is schizophrenic, while he was in middle school if a teacher or student would yell at him he would start crying. If it was not for my mother sitting down with all his teachers and focusing them to understand him mental illness, I guarantee that would have happened to him.

Update: The story can be found here

My sorority was founded almost six years ago and we now have enough members to have an Alumni Board.  The goal of this board is to protect the active chapter from themselves.  As the older generation we have experienced everything under the sun and we want to make sure that these girls don’t make the same mistakes.  The board as already created a code of conduct that everyone needs to follow for their own protection.  I’m proud that I’m apart of this board the only think the conflicts that present don’t destroy the board.  To improve the sorority we all want to a retreat for all the new chairs, since everyone who was there as had filled every position.  It is weird that six is actually pretty significant to the organization.  When the sorority was created by 6 founding mothers.  At the first alumni board meeting there was 6 members present.  Finally in September we will celebrating our 6th birthday.  Now I know 666, oh the sign of the devil, but I hope we can create some good in for the sorority.

Why is it that every time I see a deer something bad always happens to me.  Everyone believes that deers are good luck and that they are supposed to symbolize grace and gentleness are wrong.  The first time I had a “scare” I saw a deer, my second “scare” there was another deer, ever time I was in an car accident, all the problems that I had at Cleveland State and even before I went into the hospital (both times) THERE WAS A DEER.  This last week I saw a whole family of dear and I know that something bad was going to happen.  AND I WAS RIGHT.  I made a decision to talk to one of my girls about some dangerous behavior that she has been demonstrating.  I have always had a good relationship in the past and I wanted to talk to her.  I would not have been a good friend if I didn’t talk to her.  Lets remember that I care about all my friends like they are my family.  Well someone is making mountains out of molehills and I’m getting sick of it.  If someone has a problem with me grow some balls and tell me.  I’m not going to bite and I will not cut you.  Why does with always happen to me, I hate dear.

I love him. He is always there in the mornings when I wake up, and he is there when I go to bed. He came into my life on April 2, 2008 and he makes me so happy. I never thought that I could have two loves in my life. He has short black hair, play full, loves long walks, and has long ears that are just fun to play with. If you can’t figure it out my new love is a Bunny named Nibbler. Now I didn’t name him after the character from Futurama. I got him when he was 3 months old and he was so scared. The volunteer put him in my lap and he started chewing on my pants and started nibbling on my boyfriend’s jacket. After that I knew he was my bunny. He is so comfortable in my apartment. He runs around my apartment like he is on crack.  Sometimes he even acts like a two year old.  He will try to push his limits with me and I have to punish him by spraying him with some water.  Even when he plays he is a child e will slam into the wall while he is running around and is a SILLY BUNNY. I don’t know why but he will run around my feet for some reason. He can already tell my moods and emotions.  There was one time that I have horrible family problems so I was on my floor crying.  Nibble crawled out of his cage and sat by me so that I could feel better.  I will soon put up photos of him so that everyone can how cute he is.