For those of you who have been following me for some time, you know that I am an avid advocate for gun control. The events of Aurora, Colorado (about an hour south of me) changed me permanently. I no longer feel like I can sit on the bleachers as shooting after shooting after shooting takes place in my country and my state. I want to be an active part of the solution. If you want to be a part of the solution, here’s a short list of what you can do today:
(1) Send condolences to the families.
(2) Contact local representatives and let them know this can never happen again.
(3) Give to charities who help families grieve through these charities
(4) Support loved ones with mental illnesses. If they know they are loved, they are less likely to reach their breaking point.
I am starting off with number two. I spent the past hour writing a letter to my elected officials (state and national). I suggest you do the same. You are also welcome to share my open letter in any way you would like (just let me know). Inaction is our biggest fault. Here is the link:
I spent the last four days in a Elementary School Severe Special Education classroom here in Greeley, Colorado. It was exhausting but amazing. It looks like I’ll be holding onto the same assignment for at least part of next week. For now, however, the work wee is officially over. It’s long overdue. I am sore and quite tired. I will sleep well tonight. But, before then, I have some writing to do–and a fun weekend planned.
I am going to work on the remodel a little bit then write for a little bit. As promised, I am going to continue providing you with poems from my teenage year. This one is from the end of 2003. Most of my angsty poems will be from 2004. Most of them are rather simple, but they are still enjoyable. Here you go:
I know I told you guys that I would be updating old poems last night. I intended to make good on that promise…then I passed out at 8:00 pm. I’ve had a couple of exhausting days in an elementary school special education classroom. It was so bad that my eyes started to grow tired as I tried to finish the book I am reading– 11/22/63 by Stephen King. By the way, this is not one of King’s better books.
I will update a couple of poems over the next hour (and work on the redesign). Until then, I want to direct you to a poem I think many of you will enjoy. I wrote it last semester while substitute teaching in a elementary art classroom. Eavesdropping on my students is one of my favorite past-times. Enjoy.