28 5 / 2012
This weekend my parent’s and I went to a motorcycle rally in DC for Memorial Day. There’s a big motorcycle parade to honor those men and women who have served our country. We went to see the Vietnam memorial, and as we were walking a three ring binder struck my eye. I’m not sure why but out of all the pictures I decided to look at that one, and read the story that was next to it. The young man had lived a few streets away from where my family lives now, and the story next to the news article was beautiful. The woman who wrote the story was the daughter of the soldiers ex-fiance. The woman’s mother had been engaged to the soldier, had to endure the realization that her fiance wasn’t coming home and still managed to fall in love again years down the road (to another Vietnam veteran). The mother couldn’t bring herself to come to the wall but the daughter left flowers every year for him. As I walked away I was glad to have my sunglasses on because I had started to cry, and so had my dad (a Marine Veteran).
All gave some, some gave all.
Never forgotten.
17 5 / 2012
I miss:
My sisters (biological and soul)
My best friend Rachel
Buffalo
My parents
My other best friend Jojo
Someone else
The easiness of Highschool
I’m glad that:
I only got one question wrong on my quiz
I’m living in the house with some awesome gals
It’s beautiful outside
I have an awesome job
If I don’t get into PA school I’ll just move down south and become a med tech. Do what you gotta do.
25 4 / 2012
Goodbye Kisses, Pennsylvania Station c. 1944.
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24 4 / 2012
Kickass Dad of the Day: When Stuart Chaifetz learned that his 10-year-old son, Akian, was being violent and disruptive in class, he was puzzled. He knew Akian, who has autism, to be mild-mannered and sensitive, and had a hunch that something more was going on. But after several meetings with a team of school officials created to help special-needs students, nothing changed. So Chaifetz did what any concerned parent would do.
On the morning of Friday, February 17, 2012, I wired my son and sent him to school. That night, when I listened to the audio my life changed forever. I heard my son being bullied by his teacher and aide. The six and a half hours of audio I had proved that my son wasn’t hitting the teacher because there was something wrong with him — he was lashing out because he was being mocked, mistreated and humiliated. His outbursts were his way of expressing that he was being emotionally hurt at school.
The New Jersey father has since launched a website full of damning evidence and aFacebook page, and he is petitioning the state to change legislation so that teachers who bully children are immediately fired. The aide has been fired, but the rest of the staff have merely been relocated.
“I seek a full and public apology from all those adults who were in my son’s class for what they did to him,” Chaifetz says. “It is also far past time that these issues are allowed to be hidden from public view.”
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