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  • Being grateful

    Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

    I’m realizing that every week that goes by that I’m grateful. Even though we’re living in a neighborhood surrounded by psychopaths, I’m also not just talking about the parents but also the children.

    Makes me grateful that my husband & I are happy that we know people outside of the box that’s our neighborhood.

    Years ago if someone shouted insults at me I’d react now I just don’t care. It says more about the person shouting than me so I rest my case. To be that much of an imbecile is rather sad.

    You can either let mean people get to you or just shrug it off. It has taken me years but I just don’t care.

  • Being taken for being younger

    What was the best compliment you’ve received?

    Last week I met two mature boys who thought I was in my 30’s; something I’ve not been for 20 years!

    I was touched & flattered as they complimented me for not wearing make up. They were two boys that had been raised right.

    They were not brats with cellphones. Like the harassing kids I had the unfortunate run in with today.

    I feel that cellphones have ruined kids completely. 8 year olds who think that screaming at an adult is acceptable behavior.

    Society is hanging on by a thread & IF I ever get to take care of a child they will not have a cellphone. The children in my neighborhood are harassing, bratty & spoiled children that don’t have boundaries & think that anything is acceptable behavior.

    There’s something to be said for the chance meeting I had last week. There are bright, smart kids out there just not in my neighborhood.

  • High school was rough

    How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?

    In high school I was separated from my classmate simply because I was a tax write off for the school district I was in. They needed to fill a quota & I was the “lucky” winner.

    What did I “win?” Four years of verbal abuse from my so-called “special education” teacher, being told that I shouldn’t go to college because even though I was multilingual & played first chair cello in orchestra. I apparently wasn’t bright enough to go to university.

    What I also won was a tedious, humiliating parent/teacher conference twice a semester. Where they would talk about me as if I wasn’t in the room. These meetings would drag on for hours.

    This lasted the longest 4 years of my life. It wasn’t until I got into university & blossomed in school that I realized how wrong they had been about me in high school. The university taught me that I was smart & could accomplish anything.

    Was what my school district behavior warranted, no. But I was just a cash cow for them in those 4 years. They had to make my issues with math & science seem much bigger & grander than they in fact where. How has someone labelled you wrongly changed or altered your life?