Some wise crack seems to think that I know nothing about the "real world". Since worrying about finances, car troubles, getting through college, working, leading a Christian life, family, friends, etc. etc. has nothing to do with the "real world" I must live in fairy land and not even be aware of it!! The real world is that place where only the better and older people, having deemed themselves the "adults", live and work, and their experiences and hardships are the only ones that have anything to do with the real world. All the rest is a big fake fairy world.
Well would you like to know about some of the "terrible pressure" I face at school? Because school is located smack in the middle of fairyland, which is exempt from being called part of the bad part of the south side of Chicago. I'll tell you some stories of what I face everyday in school, which has nothing at all to do with the "real world". Only fake, fairy people go to school and such. Not until they graduate and get a job and become miserable old hags can they say they have had some experience in the REAL world.
So. Due to the weird combination of my major and minor, I am doing more hours than everyone else as a teacher's aide in a fairy middle school.
This is a high-needs school. Ninety percent of the kids get free/reduced lunch AND breakfast, because their parents are already full-grown hags and feel that fairy kids do not need to be provided for. I am in the sixth grade bilingual classroom that consists of some pretty low-scoring kids. Five of them have IEP's, two of them are BD's, and none of them are ready to transition from the bilingual classroom to English. Which is fine, but that just helps you understand what kind of fairy-setting I am in.
These fairy kids are stuck living in the middle of the "real world" with their parents and all of their problems. When they come to school, however, they are free to behave as the angel-fairies that they really are. Since the real world does not affect them at all, things such as poverty, filth, neglect, hunger, abuse, pressure, and all other things real world related do not disturb their learning environment.
One girl is especially lucky in my classroom. She is just a twelve year old girl, so she has no experience in life yet and you can say that she lives in fairy world too. So it doesn't matter that her 50 year-old uncle rapes her. It doesn't matter that she has ended up pregnant, and it doesn't matter if the real world DCFS doesn't do anything, because the real world has nothing to do with her. It's just too bad her real world uncle has made it all the way to Mexico by this morning. Luckily, my little friend will be just fine, because her brothers and sisters are not upset by anything from the real world, and the other children do not make fun of her. She also didn't get lice just because her home is dirty and she is forced to sleep on the floor.
It's a good thing she has the whole rest of the time until she grows up and sees the real world for the first time.
And since I have nothing to worry about except my fairy world, none of this can bother me anyways. I don't have to feel helpless, and I certainly don't have to pray that someone could help her.
Furthermore, since my personal education has nothing to do with going and helping small fairy children such as these, there really is nothing to make me feel like dying inside! AND since it is none of my business to worry about things outside of my bubble, the problems of the children of south Chicagoland are not my responsibility.
In conclusion, (the fairy children and I have been working on having concluding statements in their essays, so I thought this was important) I am just a silly girl worrying about her own struggles that have nothing to do with the real world, that place where only other, more important people can go. Certainly not the place I want to go anyways, since you have to have such a haughty attitude to be accepted.
Good day to you all
Love, N
Once again, I am compelled to say, "You tell 'em, N!"
Posted by: at March 24, 2008 4:42 AMI love you N. That uncle guy needs to be burned at the stake. I really think we should go back to doing that. I mean, crime rates were probably not as high when the threat of BURNING TO DEATH was a real possibility if you got caught stealing bread. I say lets extend that pleasentry to the BAZILLION assholes like him. Waddaya say??
lovelovelove
JJ
Posted by: at March 24, 2008 8:36 PMI actually would prefer cutting his balls off and shoving them down his throat, then letting the Bear rape him in the ass over and over again for months on end, then make him clean the shark cages at the aquarium then make him clean the bathrooms at work, then make him live on an island with vicious gorillas then dangle him from a rope three feet above hippo infested waters then tie him up and beat him up and use him as a table to play scrabble on then make him join the army and send him to iraq
Posted by: N at March 25, 2008 6:55 AMAlright, N! You go, girl! Thje dragonlady loves you to death!
Posted by: at March 25, 2008 7:28 AMQuit your bitching
Posted by: anon at March 25, 2008 8:18 AMQuit your bitching
Posted by: anon at March 25, 2008 8:18 AMMaybe we should cook Uncle dude up in a stew and feed him to the Finklestiens at the next Finklestien Family Function.
Posted by: at March 25, 2008 9:35 AMWho was bitching here? Did I miss the bitching? damn I would've joined in but it seeems no one was actually bitching...
Posted by: N at March 26, 2008 12:09 PMOnce again, Mr. Fatmouth has nothing to say. How interesting. He usually is confounded by logic and facts, though, so I guess that explains it.
Posted by: at March 28, 2008 4:18 AMI've noticed that this usually happens with my posts, like when we were arguing about people being gay. The comments just always seem to drop off at about 10. Hmmm.
Posted by: at March 28, 2008 8:20 AMWell, here's an 11th comment.
Congratulations, N, on having the courage and compassion to help these at-risk children. If not for you, who would they have?
You are the perfect example of the fact that one can be a good Christian and still think poop is funny.
Posted by: at March 28, 2008 2:50 PM