Ten year old Suspended from school over alleged drug possession

Yep, you’ve read that correctly.

A ten year old boy saw something on the floor in school, picked it up and showed it to a friend. The friend told the teacher, boy who found object in question was suspended for drug possession!?!?

Now, I got this story from the boy’s mom and then from the boy.

The boy is my grandson. He is African American, or Black. He is as all kids his age, curious. He isn’t afraid of much, if anything. He is fastidious, especially about how he presents himself to the world. He has adopted his grandfather’s morning routine, almost exactly. His mom won’t allow him to wear cologne.

He is also brutally honest. He learned at a young age that honesty is the best policy after we told him that it’s the road to less retribution. He accepts corrections, sure sometimes not graciously, but he accepts it.

AND, yes he gets in trouble – he’s 10.

I watched my hubby speak to him after I brought him home from school the day he got suspended.

First, let me say, we know he’s not perfect. In all honesty, he has done some kid stuff that this zero tolerance school culture frowns upon… he took an old vape out of the trash and took it to school… I must admit, it was cool looking. (Hence the lawsuit for marketing to teens) (I may include a pic of it)

Next he was rough housing on the bus and well… yeah. He did that. We accepted the fact that he’d earned that one day suspension from the bus.

However, this drug thing, is another thing all together. The Principal has admitted to being overly sensitive about what appears to be drug related issues because of losing her brother to drug addiction. And while I’m trying to tell myself that my grandson wasn’t racially profiled… I’ll admit it comes across that way. I had to leave the room when I heard my hubby began to tearfully have THE TALK with our ten year old grandson.

He didn’t even know what was in the baggy, which was why he picked it up.

Sigh, I believe that this could have been better handled by the school. They have wrongfully assumed that he brought the item from home, which puts the ball squarely in my court. Game on!

I’ll keep you posted.

“Don’t Look Up”

Have you watched the movie, “Don’t Look Up”?

A few of my friends didn’t like it. I’ll admit that it was very slow in some parts, in truth I did fast forward through the middle of it, but I asked myself this question: “What if Noah’s story took place today?

hmmmm…..

Or any story from the Bible…. Goliath would be a huge celebrity, he and his brothers. The giant slayer would be on every talk show… day and night.

Ask yourself what would you do? Me? I’d do the research and construct an underground bunker…. prayers up

Calibration

I am being re-calibrated. It is needed. I feel that I have gotten too far off track.

I suppose you’d find it hard to believe that I once had a ministry. Sigh

I am being re-calibrated, willingly. It does feel odd but good, it kinda hurts as if I’ve been scratching an itch too long.

It will require that I drop some things. Another sigh

Father, I stretch my hands to you, no other help I know.

What you see…

I’ve watched Jeopardy for as long as I can remember, long before Alex became the very embodiment of the show. I prayed for the man like I knew him and grieved when he retired.

I’ve always truly strongly disliked the removal of the 5 day play limit. Ken’s 75 game win was hard for me, I stopped watching it and started up again after he lost. I get bored after about 15 days. I must admit that Matt was kinda oddly interesting and I was truly upset the day he seemed to just give up.

Now there’s Amy. I’m bored and I find myself pulling for anyone to take Amy down.

My other issue with the show. They keep track of the winners by gender, time of play, and money won. It is my personal opinion that the gender option should be male, female, Trans. And nonbinary. I’ve left race out of it because its another conversation. I wanted Mr. Burton to host the show.

I got angry when Amy was announced the top female winner… since female is a biological term. Amy is a biological male. A trans-woman, sure, but female no.

Some one explain to me why that is hate speech. I see Amy. I will refer to Amy as Amy because it’s how Amy was introduced. It is how Amy identifies. However, I believe that it’s an awful thing to do to the actual female who won the Jeopardy title, Julia Collins.

Let’s never forget that Julia may not have won a million, but did get to almost half by winning 429,100.

I remember you Julia! You are the first and only true female winner on Jeopardy. Well, at least until another bio female wins.

Sprinkling Fertilizer

Yes, I know, you’re busy. You are far too busy to even think about adding anything else to your all too busy schedule.

Allow me to submit a proposal.

You see a few years ago, I began to seek to learn a new skill each year, now if you know me, you understand how large a task that is to complete. I am a master of none of the things I know how to do and yet I can teach them very well. I still have a list of things I want to learn. I think of these things as fertilizer. They help my life stay prosperous and interesting.

Why not learn something new in 2022? A language, a skill, a craft, OR fine tune something you already know how to do. I’m toying with teaching by way of YouTube… I say toying because right now it’s just in the middle of my head.

This doesn’t have to cost anything because one can literally learn just about anything on YouTube. Free Fertilizer!

Ego Testing

I don’t usually allow myself to brag or toot my own horn. I’ve always found myself shrinking away from pointing out my accomplishments.

If I think on it, it started with all of the As on my report card. It was the rule in my house to get paid for grades. A = $5, B = $4, and so on. This was great motivation for buckling down and getting it done… however it didn’t translate to me. I stood by and watched my cousins get paid and because I had all As I was told that my report card would break the bank. And while that wasn’t her words, the true words are singed into my psyche. It caused me to want to be closer to their version of normal. I sought to dumb things down so I too could get paid. Needless to say, that didn’t go over well either. Sigh, what’s a kid to do?

Fast forward to adulthood. I still struggle but I’m vocal about it. I once admonished people I didn’t know to change their nickname for their daughter. I overheard them saying it and laughing. They were calling her hippo. The girl stopped smiling when she saw me. I don’t remember my exact words, but I remember them, her parents, telling me it was fine, that she knew they were teasing. I looked at her. I didn’t see amusement, I saw a little girl who didn’t get why I was so upset. I told her she was beautiful and so not a hippo. I tried to explain it to her parents one more time. They smiled and thanked me for my concerns. I walked away, but I’ve continue to pray for her. I suppose that she’s found a way to be okay with the name calling and that it isn’t burned into her psyche also. It bugs me.

Deep sigh

Oh, here’s a big test of my ego. I’m going to share one of my nicknames: heavy hips, hips for short. It made me, ok, it makes me self conscious of just about everything. So all of my nicknames for my littles are positive and I try hard to stay away from coarse jesting.

Now, I ask that you test your ego and make changes accordingly.

New Beginnings

One would think that new year resolutions would be on my mind, and in truth I do have one which was made manifest today in completion.

I’ve decided to make them monthly and allow each month it’s own victory. I need these small but consistent victories. Sure, I will endeavor to have more than one a month, but that one requires a discipline that I want to spread throughout my life.

I have also taken the time to evict old hurts from my head. Old nagging hurts that have lingered far too long and have taken up far too much space in my head.

So on this 3rd day of the year 2022, I am making myself accountable for deliberately achieving at least one goal each month. It’s financial so it will require denial of self gratification… we humans, like teens, don’t do that often.