Letter to my life

Dear Life,
All right, I get it! My tenacity has rubbed you the wrong way. In fact, my resilience has driven you to test me over and over and over again. Almost to the point that I feel as if I've become your official whipping post. Now, I was emphatic about starting this New Year off to a great start... all around. But alas, to no avail, because you're constantly picking on me. Don't you have any con artists and sketchy characters to teach a lesson?
It wasn't enough that you stomped on my fingers repeatedly while I was desperately hanging onto that window's ledge for leverage a couple of years ago, feet flailing beneath me... desperate for firm footing, because you wanted me to fall onto hard concrete... a broken heap. When that did not work...when I managed to pull myself up and in... Throbbing fingertips and all... you withered away, shrieking like an exorcised banshee... vowing to come back to kick my ass.

Listen, this latest kick to the gut and ribs left me rolling on the floor, clutching my sides in pain. I was not expecting that type of assault. So why continue the onslaught while I'm down? I'm struggling. Crawling, dragging myself across the floor, in an effort to ward off your attack and stand back up, and you reeled back with your stiletto heel, pointed to perfection- (hey, Karmic women should look good)-and administered one final, sharp kick. I thought that one would cause me to projectile vomit all the fight I had left in the pit of my stomach, all over the walls. I was able to choke it back down, however. I curled up in a fetal position to ward off your wild attack as best as I could... as you flailed your fists, shrieked, spat, and stomped like a petulant toddler. I'm still in shock... my ribs and sides are still quite sure from that last kick. But I was still able get back up... and stagger to a safe corner to plot my next move and get my bearings and second wind back.
I'm still mulling. I'm still plotting. A little defeated and bruised... but up and pondering my next move.

A busy week again!

Well it is week 7 and my schedule is not any better. Let's see this Wen. is my 10 year anniversary. It is unbelievable it has been 10 years. By no means has it been an easy 10 years either. No one seems to tell you how hard marriage can be, they should start. Then this Friday is my oldest son's 7th birthday. Unbelievable... 7 years ago at this time I was planning my baby shower, and I was finishing up the nursery, which by the way everyone said I was doing it way too soon. I mean after all Dominick was not due until May 11th. Well I guess he shocked us all, because 2 days after our 3 year anniversary he came into this world 12 1/2 weeks early. I know this was the most scariest time in my life (aside from my second son's 12 week early arrival). I will post a picture of Dominick when he was born with my thumb across the front of his face.

But here we are 7 years later and traveling down to WV this week. I am very excited to see my family. It has been over a year since I have seen my brother and his family. It is hard being in MI with no family around. You would think that after 10 years I would be used to it, however I am not, by no means.

The problem with the education system

I was just flipping through the channels during a late breakfast about an hour or so ago and came across this news segment (headline news) reading face book comments from individuals about how graduating high school students are not prepared for college. My experience has confirmed this amongst my friends and I after high school. This whole 'no child left behind' mess for k-12 of the previous administration was one of the worst things done in the school system that I can remember, as one of the face book commenter’s (a former college educator) wrote in "there isn't a success story for everyone."

Upon reading this initially it sounds harsh...very harsh. HOWEVER, the problem is that it is not incorrect or false, it is just incomplete. What should have been stated is that "there isn't an IDENTICAL success story for everyone IN THE SAME FIELD IN THE SAME WAY." I am in no way trying to state that education is not for everyone because I believe whole-heartedly that it is. However, what I am saying is that 'success' in formal education will be different and is relative for each student. There is no catch all programs for education to make everyone a straight 'A' student that is not everyone's path. Most importantly, that is not success for every student that is not what education is about.
School has become this institution to teach memorization and not how to apply the knowledge that is being gained. True success is being able to take what you learn and synthesize it into something useful...NOT simply to be valedictorian.

Ever had one of those days, a day that nothing goes right? Every day, I seem to be living one of those days. The washer will not spin off, the dryer will not work correct, bills keep getting more and more, and jobs are harder to find in this horrible state. I cannot seem to keep the boys healthy for a solid week. Dominick is more than likely going to have to have surgery again and he is far from happy. It never fails I try to make things work between my husband but, that also does not look well. I wish sometimes I could close my eyes and wake up. People are the time telling me to have faith, But what they do not understand is I lost my faith after Dominick was born, then more when Caleb and all together when I almost died on my birthday. How can someone have faith in something or someone when they are constantly putting him or her through heartbreak? It is hard for me to believe that someone or something that is supposed to be so good, have one person go through so many awful things.

But on a lighter note, My brother and his family seem to be getting settled down in Ohio with the rest of my family, since their move from HI. I sure cannot wait to see them. It is hard to be so far away from the ones you love.

Can it get worse?

I always ask myself why. but is that the question I should be asking? Maybe, I should be asking, how much more can I take. I finally won the fight with Kaplan to fix my grade. Tech. support had to get involved and explain "Hey, it wasn't her fault, the testing site allowed her to take the test, it just did not grade it". I mean come on... how hard is it to look and see gee, she answered all of the questions on the final correct, but for some reason the system is not grading them. They actually wanted me to take A&P 2 over again. Oh, I was mad, I worked really hard in that class and had not missed but one point until the final. But, it is alright now, they fixed it so I finished with 999/1000 points.

My other problem is that, they seem to be moving my children's school to the main campus. This poses a problem in so many ways. First, my children go to a multi-age school. That means that the classes are set up lie this K-1, 2-3 ,4-5. They have the same teacher for 2 years. The school they are moving them too is huge, and will house other children not under the same curriculum. I will post a picture. Second, how are they supposed to have two schools, two principles, in one building and make it work. Not to mention it will now be right beside the high school.

I just realized you all must think I complain allot. I am so sorry.