"Data! Data! Data! I can’t make bricks without clay" is repeating in my head.
Dealing with other people researching their genealogy who do not support their stories with records or data drives me mad.
This is a rare day when my brother and I get along easily.
I guess getting older has its perks.
Researching this part of the family line should have been an interesting change, but instead it just turned depressing.
Out of the five children I’ve traced, one died from massive head injuries after falling down the stairs because he was partially paralyzed and almost completely blind from a mining accident. Another died from third degree burns, toxemia, and exhaustion after suffering for three weeks as a result of a gasoline explosion in the mine where he was working. The other two were murdered, both shot in the chest, and their killings went unsolved. The fifth one died from suffocation from bed linens at three weeks old.
Having a rough damn time in West Virginia, let me tell you…
One of my fifth grade students was expelled and arrested today for bringing pot to school. He showed it to everyone on the bus and his friends (some of my other students) turned him in when they got to school. So, he was expelled and is currently in juvenile detention. It’s really unfortunate, no matter the situation, but especially because he was improving so much, both academically and with his aggression issues, and now he’s going to be treated as a criminal. He’s eleven years old, and while he shouldn’t have had it, he’s a good kid who just wants other people to think he’s cool. A lapse in judgment (albeit, a big one) and now his life may change in ways he could never anticipate.
This is what happens when you have older friends and family members who do this kind of crap. The kids see what you are doing. They know. Your actions and attitudes are telling them that drugs or drinking make them interesting people, which is the biggest load of bullshit in the world. Kids don’t get the full picture. They don’t understand the whole reality of what they’re witnessing and how much trouble they can get into by copying the adults around them. And it would be really fucking nice if parents realized actions have consequences, if not consequences for themselves, then for their children who might do the same.
Never check your work email at home because it will just ruin your fucking night.
This is the first moment since 7am that I haven’t been working, driving, or cleaning.
Everything hurts and I would just like a hug.
Today was Wacky Wednesday for Read Across America Week at work. These are two of my kindergarten groups. Crazy outfits and crazy hair.
I so enjoy when people unfollow me for making non-inflammatory comments about my own personal hobbies on my own fucking blog.