I know you speak the truth. Trust me, my anxiety is building thinking about it all.
I have had peers joke about it/taking advantage of more naive peers, it upsets me.
I know you speak the truth. Trust me, my anxiety is building thinking about it all.
Total BS.
Schools for learning. Much like work is for work. If you can't make that fit within your life then that is your propblem not school or work.
Why would you consider the recounting of my experiences in high school, and the thoughts expressed outwardly from that, to be "total" BS?Total BS.
Yeah, we should totally raise them to shut off all emotion at school and never embrace social interaction. That'll solve all the worlds problems, forcing teenagers to repress more.
Well it's fine if you disagree, but your answer was that my response was total bullshit. That's not disagreement, that's outright denying the validity of my experiences. The little experiences is what solidifies our humanity in so many ways: a simple touch, a kind word, the knowledge that we are not truly alone, even in a world filled with billions of people who seem to be growing apart more and more by the day. These practices in school only drive that wedge deeper. It is absolutely vital a child receive as much experience in that school while they can, because the real world out here works damned hard to curtail it in every way it can, and starts denying even the most basic of human rights to people who have done nothing to deserve such censorship.Lucky for some of you I don't run a school. I just don't agree with the pro PDA in school and apparently work as most of you.
@Coloratura I am sorry, I just don't agree or have the same experience as you.![]()
Then you should be in favor of allowing such things to happen in school, so that another person does not have to endure what you have had to endure.Well no one ever wanted to hug me or kiss me or even shake my hand so I am bitter. My bad.
That is an interesting story, and while mine is a bit different, I too had difficulty with the acne, and the dandruff, and wearing glasses, and being nerdy. I was nice to people, though, and that was what was drawing people in. There were many people who would mock me, treat me like garbage, and generally do whatever they could to make my day unpleasant, but then I had a close circle of friends who would sit with me at lunch, and would talk to me. We were kind to one another, we were polite, we would joke with each other, and sometimes one or two of the girls in the group would hold my hand, or touch my shoulder. They would hug me, and once in a great great while I would get a little kiss on the cheek for helping them with one problem or another. That is the closest I have ever been with anyone my entire life.It's interesting how far removed that teachers and administrators in a lot of schools are from students. Many are just so unaware and unobservant of what's going on right under there noses. Not true in all cases, and a lot can be effectively hidden, but some of those adults do need to be more dedicated.
As we have seen across the country, bullying remains a big problem.
I will relate something curious from my own experiences that ties in here.
I had problems with dandruff and then acne, wasn't skilled at sports, and I had work to do at home on 6 acres that my father could do less and less because of Diabetes, age, etc. I didn't do the after-school activities and socializing. So, I was looked at as a bit of an outcast, got the verbal abuse, and so on. The afore-mentioned girlfriend and I simply drifted apart after the first grade was over. I didn't click with anyone else in my remaining school years.
There were a certain number of girls who, to one degree or another, were evidently trying to 'fit in'. Outwardly, when among their peers, they did not treat me well. The curious thing was, in a darkened auditorium they would hold hands with me. Always their initiative, not mine. That's all they would do. They would not say a word. It was not just one. There were at least five or six girls who did that. By some point in high school, it just seemed to fade away. No more hand-holding in the dark, but at the same time there was more maturity and more respect for me as a person. Talk about conflicting messages being sent.
My wife and I wish we could have gone to school together. Neither one of us worried about the opinions of our 'peers' or treated anyone one way in public and a different way in private. We both did our own thing and couldn't care less about trying to 'fit in' with any particular crowd. Glass houses and hypocrisy and all that is just a boring drag.
Adults in school never knew a thing about what happened in the darkened auditorium. I never mentioned it to anyone. I never heard any other guys speak about it happening to them, but others like me who were also not braggarts would likely have not been any more inclined to say anything than I was. It was not an unpleasant experience.....to feel a small measure of human warmth from members of the opposite sex.....but not having any idea what was going through the minds of the ones who did it made it seem just a bit odd.
The world is cold, and cruel, and people can be so aloof and stubborn, putting up walls between their hearts, their communities, and the Other.
Well no one ever wanted to hug me or kiss me or even shake my hand so I am bitter. My bad.
Um... *big hugs*That's more true than you even know. Some might feel that the following is off-topic, but the fact is that a lot gets started in those school years and ripples outward in so many directions. Attitudes, feelings, ways of looking at other people, etc.
When I was in school, the teaching always was that if you "do the right thing" and "be a good person" you will be just fine in life.
My wife and I have always had big hearts and we have always gone far out of our way to honor the idea of always doing the right thing. For our efforts, we have never wanted a pat on the back. We are not the kind who think that the world owes us anything....for any reason. It's just ever more amazing to realize how far society is sliding away from basic human understanding. Following is a copy of a letter that I just emailed to the webmaster of a town up in Canada:
Hello,
This takes a bit of explaining, so please bear with me. I have dual citizenship by birth. I was born in the United States, but my father was born in Lakeville, Nova Scotia. I am just coming out of a situation in which I took care of my elderly parents full-time for many years rather than sticking them away in a nursing home. I have a Bachelor of Arts degree in English, an Associate in Science degree that focused on liberal arts and sciences, and I also have a lot of self-taught skills. As an example, I replaced all of the front suspension components in my car by myself. What I have been encountering here in the U.S. is that potential employers are unwilling to consider circumstances in a person's life. If you don't have the typical resume and references, the term 'no experience necessary' doesn't even matter. I had always heard that volunteerism was something that employers looked favorably upon. I had the opportunity to volunteer down in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, after the tornado in 2011. That has made no difference with any employers in my job search.
I have read that the birth rate in Canada has been down for quite some time and that Canada needs workers. My wife and I would like to move to Nova Scotia, and the Ingonish area is very appealing to us.
My question is, how understanding and welcoming is Canada to people who genuinely have a strong work ethic and want to be contributing members of society but who have had circumstances that were outside of the average? When you have had family members and their estates needing full-time care, and it was just not feasible to have outside employment at the same time, that's just the way that it was. My wife did basically the same thing that I did, because her parents were elderly as well. Through it all, there have been times when we needed food stamp assistance. We did not like it, but it was an unavoidable necessity. We do not like handouts.
We plan to move to Nova Scotia at some point in the next few months. Most likely by no later than October. What are our prospects likely to be in the Ingonish area? I have read and heard that in Canada family is still important. Here in the U.S. when you tell someone that your occupation was taking care of elderly parents full-time, you get blank stares and silence on the telephone. In decades past, it was seen as dedication and representing very good character. Supposedly, people in Canada still generally feel that's the case. Is that true?
When we come into Canada, it might be with very little money. Our house here is on the market, but we don't know if it will sell for a decent price or not. If it does not, we don't want to be stereotyped the moment that we cross the border. We absolutely want to get working as quickly as possible in order to get established and on our feet so that we can contribute. We just need a little understanding and opportunity to be able to do it. We are not 'picky' about jobs. We just want to get started with an employer who has an understanding that not everyone has the same circumstances in life and that just because something was different does not mean that someone is unworthy of hiring and would not make a good employee.
Any advice and information that you could offer would be greatly appreciated.
Thank You,
(Name removed for the bbs here.)
Dancing, perhaps?The first one talks about prohibition against high-fives. What, exactly, do they think that will lead to?
Um... *big hugs*
I don't know if you have any idea just how important what you just said actually means to me, but just know that it does.
*BIG HUGS*
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