A Day at School! 2 Wrongs Never Make a Right

I substitute teach to occupy my time and for travel money.

Today I was at the Intervention School.  This is always my preference for working in a school. The staff is small and the classes are small in size. However today as most days that I’m there I looked around and wondered how some of these students managed to get placed there. They seemed so normal and so out of place until you looked into their eyes and could see the rage. They are angry at themselves. They are angry at society. They are angry at their parent and or guardian. They are angry for being left out. They are angry for being forgotten by society.

Students from grades 6th through 12th are placed at this school for various reasons including excessive absences, fighting, class disturbances, disrespect, misdemeanour and even felony offences away from school. The one commonality they have is that they are not being raised by a biological parent. The majority are being raised by a grandparent or an aunt and in some cases an older sibling. Many are from foster homes.

I realize when I’m there that all they are doing day after day is trying to survive. Same problems but different days; where am I going after school? Will anyone be at home tonight? Does anyone care where I am? Most of these students certainly don’t care about learning! However this did not happen overnight. Their teachers nor anyone else cared about teaching them when when they were in Elementary School.

After all they probably came to school demanding attention and getting it by disturbing class: they certainly didn’t get it by having the cutest pony tails. They weren’t taught to read on a parents lap and show off their skills in class. So what could they do! They had no choice so they started getting “referrals” in 1st Grade! Yes the majority of the students  at the Intervention School started their career as bad students in 1st Grade! Imagine that! Horrific.

For starters lets take teaching off the Internet and put it back in the books! Yes, I mean real books that children can learn to develop a love of reading with. It not only creates a basic skill, reading, but it also gives them an avenue for imagination and way to see beyond their current life!  Some say that the Internet is needed for teaching in today’s classrooms! It is a valuable tool but is ONLY a tool! Not all students have wifi at home.

It is not our right to judge the poor choices their parents have made. It is not our right to judge what kind of car their parents drive. It is not our right to judge what kind of cell phones they have.

However it is our responsibility to ensure that all students are afforded the same passion for learning and given every opportunity there is to learn at the highest level.

What has happened that we no longer think that a hungry child is our problem! What has happened that we no longer mow the neighbors yard that can’t do it themselves? What has happened that we shun those that don’t fit into our circle? They don’t smell right.. They don’t look right.. We are not doing this right.

The children we don’t teach to read are the children we read about in the papers 5-10-15 years later as felons or they become parents without jobs to only have children that they too,will pass along to someone else to raise. This is a viscous circle that isn’t going to change until WE change.

Two Wrongs Never Make a Right.

It’s Hard to be Me!

And my housemate says it’s hard for her watching me try to be me! So it goes..

We are known as the Golden Girls in Hartsville SC. Hartsville is a small conservative town in the middle of Darlington County made famous by a Sonoco Products, a Fortune 500 Packaging company. Darlington County is known for the famous Darlington County NASCAR Raceway.

There were three of us that decided we would prefer to have one large house vice 3 small ones so we purchased one. Two of us are liberal imports from the North. The third person in the trio is originally from here but had lived more of her life away from here than here! She is definitely a moderate in political descriptions for the south.

Our lives have taken many paths, turns, ups and downs over the past years but the past 23 months have provided nothing short of crazy. One has to live it to believe it and I am living it.

It is hard to be ME!

I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer in February. This had to be Divine Intervention. I discovered a lump on the Left side in Janary while traveling and visiting with the third Golden Girl in the Netherlands! Upon returning home I made my appointment knowing it just didn’t feel right! I am fortunate to have the best Doctor in Hartsville,  Michael Ambrose, and he immediately took care of the needed referrals to Radiology.

I was at Radiology for a diagnostic mammogram (gives more detail). Fortunate they did both sides. The next thing I knew I was waiting for an ultrasound. I said oh my I was right. The radiologist said not exactly! There was nothing on the left side but definitely had a problem on my right side.  I would never have found this lump myself as it was so deep. There was absolutely nothing found on the left side.

This was the first of many Medical Professionals that have said to me that going to the Dr. for a lump that didn’t exist was nothing short of Divine Intervention! Not being an overly religious person, this has definitely made me ask a few questions of myself about my beliefs!

To close out my first post I will add that I was diagnosed exactly one year to the day from my housemate: she was diagnosed in February 2017 with Rectal Cancer commonly known as Farrah Fawcett Cancer. She went through hell and back with Radiation and Chemotherapy.

She has just had a PET Scan to determine her current state. We both will be in the same office on the same day next week to see different Oncologists. Her to receive Scan results and myself to finalise my treatment plan. Do I get lucky and only have radiation and hormone treatments or do I also need Chemotherapy? I have had a Partial Masectomy so the easy part is behind me. Let the treatment begin.

Yes it’s hard to be me knowing that having Cancer was my Legacy. My mother and 4 of her sisters had Cancer. There were five of them. Some are fortunate to have a legacy of something less significant.

However it is my legacy to have something much bigger than me. Cancer. However I can say that my housemate has taught me how to face this with white knuckles and bravery. I am fortunate that my treatment will never be as rough as hers. But it is Cancer.