I've been there, and gone past it. I worte a while back about my passion for kids. That's not changed. I just have decided to not like the parents. I normally will take the side of a parent in almost any situation, but that's before having seen the ego and bull shit behind what they do or say. The drama that follows some people is unbelievable. Who would have thought that an "adult" of the ripe age of 40-ish would undermine the authority of the leader and out-right disrespect said leader?
Welcome to my job, folks. I have been stripped of all my authority and decision making power within 2 weeks. I was sick for about a week and a half of that. What an oppertune time to step in and form a coup! Bloody hell. The best thing about it? The pastor has kinda checked out of the job and doesn't really care to support me in my young and idealistic ways.
So, I'm trying something out. I wouldn't be suprised if I become unemployed out of frustration in the next month, but it's something that I have to do to regain the "natural gifts that make me who I am." (Compliments of Carrie Mills!) But its true! My life has become so routine, that I feel like I've become so sterile and bland. That's not how I chose to live my life. I gave up too much of myself for tha job that doesn't work for my natural rythm. I compromised myself to make people happy.... OOPS!
Oh well. pray for my mouth, so I'm not terribly angry and what I say is out of love and more respect that I've been shown. The End.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
The Pain of Reality
In today's society, it's been said by many people that the kids are growing up too fast. Things weren'tlike this 50 years ago. 30 years ago. Even 10 years ago, when I was a kid.
The average age of a kids first cigarette is 12-13 in USD 259. In the 2006/2007 school year, there were 350 reported cases of drug related offenses. Starting from 2 in the 3rd grade, to 96 in the 11th. THIRD GRADE! That's a kid between the ages of 8 and 9.
Do you know what the most common drugs are? Perscriptions like Vicodin, Percocet, Ridalin... even stuff like NyQuil or Sudaffed, and Vicks... the list goes on and on. Did you know that whipped cream could be used as an inhalent? True story. Kids are crafty and have figured out a way to get the propellant in the cans out without letting the cream out and huffing that. Wanna know how? There are web sites out there that show how to do that. Not to mention others that ask you for your height and weight and tell you how much to take of what over-the-counter drug to get you high.
Pharm Parties are becoming increasingly common. Ever been to a buffet where you have no idea what's in the line? Well, at Pharm Parties kids bring in a handful of whatever they could get their hands on. Everyone throws it into the same bowl, and then you take your pick of whatever from the bowl of "Skittles."
What's even more aweful is the way they talk to each other. In every day conversation, they call each other bitches and sluts. They demean the integrity of someone who tries to have their own opinion. They twist words to start fights between others. They fight for the sake of fighting - verbally, physically... whatever they can do to damage the other person.
I hate it! It makes me physically sick. You wonder about my pasion for young people? This is it. Stupidity and rediculous decisions plague this generation. Since the adults consider this generation lost, who is here to be an advocate? Today has been interesting. I've learned more than I barganed for, but I'm pretty floored by it all.
The average age of a kids first cigarette is 12-13 in USD 259. In the 2006/2007 school year, there were 350 reported cases of drug related offenses. Starting from 2 in the 3rd grade, to 96 in the 11th. THIRD GRADE! That's a kid between the ages of 8 and 9.
Do you know what the most common drugs are? Perscriptions like Vicodin, Percocet, Ridalin... even stuff like NyQuil or Sudaffed, and Vicks... the list goes on and on. Did you know that whipped cream could be used as an inhalent? True story. Kids are crafty and have figured out a way to get the propellant in the cans out without letting the cream out and huffing that. Wanna know how? There are web sites out there that show how to do that. Not to mention others that ask you for your height and weight and tell you how much to take of what over-the-counter drug to get you high.
Pharm Parties are becoming increasingly common. Ever been to a buffet where you have no idea what's in the line? Well, at Pharm Parties kids bring in a handful of whatever they could get their hands on. Everyone throws it into the same bowl, and then you take your pick of whatever from the bowl of "Skittles."
What's even more aweful is the way they talk to each other. In every day conversation, they call each other bitches and sluts. They demean the integrity of someone who tries to have their own opinion. They twist words to start fights between others. They fight for the sake of fighting - verbally, physically... whatever they can do to damage the other person.
I hate it! It makes me physically sick. You wonder about my pasion for young people? This is it. Stupidity and rediculous decisions plague this generation. Since the adults consider this generation lost, who is here to be an advocate? Today has been interesting. I've learned more than I barganed for, but I'm pretty floored by it all.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Rediscovered Love
This isn't going to be a profound blog. I'm not in the mood. I'll tell you what I am in the mood for... some old-school Janet Jackson! That's right!
I love the radio station BOBFM (97.1 for you who aren't informed yet...)! It's pretty much the best mix of music I've ever heard. It mixes the "lost" songs of the radio and playes them with minimal commercial interruption. I hear stuff from Janet, New Kids, ACDC, KISS, Robyn, Backstreet Boys, Tiffani... the list goes on. Why do I love it? The music takes me back to the days of when I had nothing better to do that listen to the radio at night, and then share my awesome discveries with my friends at school. Remember the old KKRD? Yep. That station was amazing back in the day. Natalie Imbruglia, Jewel (before she turned really pop-ish), Black Street... *sigh* I miss it. Maybe I miss the innocent way of life. Either way you look at it - to conclude this amazingly lame post - the 90s had the best music to listen to when You're a teenager... Duncan Sheik, Madonna, Ace of Base, the Fugees... etc.
The End.
I love the radio station BOBFM (97.1 for you who aren't informed yet...)! It's pretty much the best mix of music I've ever heard. It mixes the "lost" songs of the radio and playes them with minimal commercial interruption. I hear stuff from Janet, New Kids, ACDC, KISS, Robyn, Backstreet Boys, Tiffani... the list goes on. Why do I love it? The music takes me back to the days of when I had nothing better to do that listen to the radio at night, and then share my awesome discveries with my friends at school. Remember the old KKRD? Yep. That station was amazing back in the day. Natalie Imbruglia, Jewel (before she turned really pop-ish), Black Street... *sigh* I miss it. Maybe I miss the innocent way of life. Either way you look at it - to conclude this amazingly lame post - the 90s had the best music to listen to when You're a teenager... Duncan Sheik, Madonna, Ace of Base, the Fugees... etc.
The End.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Exhaustion
So, between you and me, I'm more than tired. Sleep has become my closest companion in the last few days. What's even more exciting, I'm not sure where my feet are right now.
I'm kinda second guessing this whole youth thing kinda. I think my focus is with youth, but on a different level. I'm going to still you the ministry degree, but maybe go back for a second degree or masters in secondary education. Word of Life could be fun. Even something else a little bigger... do Bible... coach soccer...
I dunno. I'm still wanting to be open to the Lord's direction, but the frustrations of the "Job" are tending to wear on me. People are wanting foolish things and my stubborn pride looks at said-tasks and the reason for the demand, and I shake my head and don't do 'em. I can't perform stupidity. It's not programmed into my DNA.
Just a thought. I'm sleepy, and kinda pessimistic. I need sleep, and a long weekend. Maybe? I dunno. Donuts sound 100% amazing right now.
I'm kinda second guessing this whole youth thing kinda. I think my focus is with youth, but on a different level. I'm going to still you the ministry degree, but maybe go back for a second degree or masters in secondary education. Word of Life could be fun. Even something else a little bigger... do Bible... coach soccer...
I dunno. I'm still wanting to be open to the Lord's direction, but the frustrations of the "Job" are tending to wear on me. People are wanting foolish things and my stubborn pride looks at said-tasks and the reason for the demand, and I shake my head and don't do 'em. I can't perform stupidity. It's not programmed into my DNA.
Just a thought. I'm sleepy, and kinda pessimistic. I need sleep, and a long weekend. Maybe? I dunno. Donuts sound 100% amazing right now.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Ready, set...
...WTF? What happened to "Go?" Oh that's right. It's taunting me.
Today has been interesting. To understand it, we must travel back in time. So kick on your interociter, and come with me back into time about 3 days ago.
Tuesday: I had a mild freak out realizing that Word of Life soccer starts in a week. Thankfull with just a parent meeting, but I don't think I'm totally ready for that.
Wednesday: Staff meeting. The realization of my imminent craziness sets in. I'm about to be pulled in every direction.
Thursday: Snow halts any kind of brain function. I tend to turn into a 10 year old every single time I see snow. I grab my sled, stand outside - "Wait, I'm in Kansas. Dang it!" I stand there some more. Well, I hung out with Jess and Clint for a while. That was fun! Then, I came home and killed some time before I had to get my dad. Dad's flight was delayed 4 hours and got in @ 2.30-ish am.
Today: I wake up to a phone call from Brianna, and I meet up with her and Bethany for a wonderful Mediterranian lunch, and then a freakin' expensive shopping spree. Now, after dinner with the folks, I'm home.
While on my ride back to the mall with Nana, I entered into a state of thought. I'm in limbo... I'm kinda stuck in a state of suspended animation in my mind as I wait for my life to take off without me. It's kinda like that feeling you get when you get off the treadmill after a hard work out: You want to stand still, but your legs keep moving.
I'm pretty stoked for the new season. I'm in charge, and I have a wonderful friend as my ass. coach... :)
I don't really know where this post is going. I think I'm just anxious to get moving again. The monotony of my job is beginning to dull my mind, and make me sleepy.
Peace and chicken grease.
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