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BULLIES RUN *Please, note this May Be Offensive for Some
By M. Earl Austin; Freelance writer, written for Your Excellent School
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The classroom’s door stood open as students came in, finding their desks and removing backpacks. The teacher, Mrs. Thrope sat at her desk making notes, she looks up at the clock, stands and moves to the door.
Mrs. Thrope holds onto the door knob, looks around into the hallway, looks back around to the classroom seeing a full class. She starts to close the door. As the door almost closes –WHAM- Robert Calbert crashes thru the small opening pounding the door back at the teacher. Mrs. Thrope is surprised and irritated.
Mrs. Thrope; Robert this must stop, you need to get here on time! She closes the door and goes back to her desk. Robert walks to the back of the class among sideways looks and snickers. He finds his desk pulling his back pack off and sliding into his seat, head down. The clock winds round and Robert looks to the door with a nervous intensity.
Robert is a lonely , frail, young man in his sophomore year. Getting good grades for the most part, but for the whole of his freshmen year and thru this year he has had to navigate his way round A Bully and his two compatriots that have targeted him. They lay in wait for him between classes, lunch area, and mostly on the way home. Robert has developed into a fast runner and fence climber in his means of staying out of the clutches of the thugs that peruse him.
Clide Hover, a large boy, short hair on a thick neck, reddish mean face. He plays no sports and rarely goes to class. Smoking at the schools edge he lays in wait for his victims. His size gives him rights and privileges other students will never have. Once you’re on his victim list you do his home work, give up your lunch money. He enforces his will with two other bully types; Tom Flick and Drake Tullman, who by the way are nothing on their own. They too are big boys who do the bidding of Clide Hover, and they will pound you mercilessly. They lay in wait for the students to walk by exacting a toll from the weak allowing others to pass unnoticed. Like some sort of I.D. check kids pass handing over folders,homework, and lunch money. If the work done for them does not get them a good grade they pound the kid into the dirt. The bathroom in the Arts building is where they can be found during school hours. A student that goes in to take a pee never comes out the same. They stagger back out into the hallway shirt pulled out, hair messed, and shoes on the wrong feet.
Robert, however, has refused to pay. This pisses off the thugs and peruse him relentlessly. Robert has to spend his day much like a rabbit in the bushes, ready to run and run fast. He has learned to climb chain link fence like Spiderman. His most favorite fence is the tall fence at the baseball diamond. He races up along the third base line, game or not, hits the fence with a jerk and scrambles up and over landing hard the other side. He pays a price for this with cuts on his hands, torn and tattered shirts and pants. The y shaped spears at the top are stiff and sharp. One time during a game he came running down next to the third base coach, around the dug-out onto the fence. He scrambled up and over catching his backpack shoulder strap on the spears as he sailed over the top. He was yanked to a stop hanging there like a bird in a net. The game went on with not a sole paying him no notice, the spectators , players went home, night fell and Robert still hung by his backpack silhouetted by the night sky.
So I hear you say; Why doesn’t he get some help from the school? Tell the authorities about the bullies?
Robert sits in the waiting room to see the Principal in a staff wooden chair. Office staff walk around carrying papers here and there, they look at him like he’s some kind of bad student. Not that unusual for most that sit in these seats are here for actions not recommended for good behavior. Looking at him suspiclously with that “I know you’re in trouble and I hope the Principal kicks the shit out of you, punk!” look. Finally the principal comes out of his office and walks over to Robert who has been sitting in this awful wooden chair. Bending over at the waist he say;
Dr. Clampton; So you’re here to see me—what about?
Robert; (Lowers his head not wanting to talk in the waiting room.) He whispers; I need some help.
Dr. Clampton; (Big voice)Speak-up boy! Why are you here!
Robert; (broken voice almost a whisper) I’m having trouble with some mean boys..
Dr. Clampton; Your having trouble with what?
Robert; (low voice head down) Mean boys.
Dr. Clampton (Frustrated) Mean boys – who?
Robert; (Head lower, feeble voice) Clide Hover.
Dr. Clampton; The mean boy is Clive Hover? What has he done?
Robert; ( head low, the staff now listening and watching he feels exposed.) He stops me from getting home (stumbles) after school, he makes me late.
Dr. Clampton; So your working on getting to school on time. Don’t blame it on other students. If you’re afraid of Bullies just confront them and he’ll back down leaving you alone. Now get back to class!
Robert gets up sheepishly walking past all the scornful eyes of the office staff. Robert thinks to himself “The Principal never paid any attention to me, he didn’t care. I’m On my own. I hate this place.”
Robert puts his right hand through the shoulder strap of his backpack walking out into a vacant hallway, surprised to see everyone had already gone home. Walking down the empty hallway full of posters made by happy students that come to school and do all the things a student should do. Robert wishes he could be one of those students. Finding the light that comes in through the schools large front doors he pushes his way through to the outside. He fights the straps of his heavy backpack, he must keep everything in it because he dare not go to his locker. Coming out onto the steps that lead up to Franklin Roosevelt High School. Walking down the steps almost to the last step he looks up he sees Clide standing next to the front gate. As Robert starts to make the final step Clide’s two henchmen come round standing in the passage way holding onto the gate ready to swing it closed. They look at Robert, Robert looks at them and without hesitation Robert takes off in a dead run for the base ball fields. Like the wind he runs for the fence passing a security guard. The security Guard watches him run past then the other two boys. She says to herself, ”Looks like their having fun, sure nice to be young.” She walks off dangling her keys as she walks.
Roberts finger claw at the chain link as he hits the fence, toes of his tennis shoes dig into the metal fabric. Hand over hand he climbs the wall of chain links, grabbing at the pointed end cutting his hand yet again he troughs himself over the top rail. Like a spider he comes quickly down opposite Tom and Drake who are smoking a cigarette between them looking through the chain link. They blow smoke at Robert acting like they are not out of breath from chasing him.
Drake; Your ass is mine shit head and sooner or later you’re going to pay, and pay hard boy!
Robert looks back at them then turns and walks thru the tall bushes behind the backstop. The bushes part for a trail that leads down into a canyon. Robert walks along swinging a stick at the plants that line the path. He swings hard cutting a few tall weeds down, wishing they were Clide, Tom, and Drake. Robert walks along a small stream that runs at the bottom of the canyon and pools up at a plugged up concrete culvert making a half round pond. Finding a large boulder he sits poking the stick into the ground between his feet. Looking down at his bloody hand he starts to day dream. He sees himself running away and finding his way onto a freighter. He stows away riding the high sea’, stealing food from the ships galley, being so cleaver he never gets caught. He sees himself jumping from the ship onto a dock in Hawaii. He can feel the warm tropical sun on his face, a Hawaiian man hands him a pineapple as he walks by. Robert bits through the tuff outer skin eating the golden meat inside.
Coming out of the dream he reluctantly makes his way home finding a note from his mother. “Your dinner is in the oven, be good in school tomorrow. Love Mom.
Make the wrap real
Lost in this time
It's real time
A wrap of warmth
Escapes the whole person
A mist moves over and evaporates without a sensation of touch
Can you awaken from your walking coma
See your creation here in the present moment
Relize the value of the wrap of warmth
Escape your invisable prison
Use the key to unlock that door
Love was not taught
Yet Love can be learned
I live because you did
Now do more than breath
Small or Grown
Reach out and Shut up
Wrap your arms
Relax for the key is in the real wrap of arms
Mend the Mind and Heal the Heart
-Dena Austin Miller
Inspiration, Will and Intelligence will override genomes. I have seen it time and time again over the course of my forty three years. I am a great example of DNA advantage and will. My birth name Dena Niccole Austin yup, DNA. I have been interested in DNA from the first elementary school usage of my initials. While in elementary school my mom was the P.E. teacher at my school and other school near by, I felt it was such an awesome thing what she did. My job in my mind was to be super human, I thought I knew how. I thought as long as I was always top pick, first string on any team I was officially super human. As an adult I used this same mantra on cycling/bicycling group rides. My intent was to stay with the A group (top local riders) to the end of the hardest rides offered in my local community. I recognized that the men in the group led the rides, road out-front and took the wind, while I sat inside working 30% less than they did. I knew the difference but, I still had the physical ability to hang on the hills and be with the main A group at the finish. I knew I had the ability to be super human. In and out of my time cycling I was in the military where I experienced the same. I made sure I had the males requirements memorized to make "top string" and when we did P.T tests (physical aptitude test) I worked hard to make the men's requirements which put me into the top female requirements.
I'm super human and I know it so what. I did not care past the point of knowing I am super human. No inspiration or will to go to the olympics or be on a professional team. I saw female cyclist of my time, who were less super human compete in every race every weekend and category up and I did not get inspired to do the same. My DNA lends to physical readiness and doesn't create will over my personal aspirations.
Personal aspirations are created via inspiration and with that inspiration comes will and with that will it overrides DNA. All genomic scientists know this, they know the billions of letters in your DNA work together, they know the DNA of an individual is not the absolute product. Where an off letter in your DNA can cause major maleficent functions that lead to illness, it too can lead to greatness.
The key to our future is to think positive of our persona DNA and to know we are the master of our personal experience. My personal experience is to lead others to greatness, I find massive personal happiness when I am able to awaken physical capability dreams. I live my dreams most days, not every day but, perhaps I 'm suggesting you add in time to study, practice and put forth those things you are inspired to do. Who cares if the inspiration only last a short while or takes over your life.
While our society replaces our social security cards with DNA cards we must always put the positive aspects of our persons before our potential to get cancer or heart disease etc...
-Dena Austin Miller
Can you believe where I am today
You would not, Have not, Did Not
Dream I'd be where I am today
I would say "I showed you" but, you're my Mom
So I say,
The minutes, hours, days, months, years
Wasted on worry
I knew, how could you not Know
I'd be World Class material!
Limited who I believed I could be
I wished you'd stopped
Seeing the bad, hearing the good, feeling sad
You waste your own life on worry
You strangle and shake me unnecessarily
My life is not yours
Remember, I am me
I am Me
I am Me
I'm World Class
Snap out of it.
-Dena Austin Miller
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I introduce or remind you of Mercedes Schneider due to my personal interest in where our country the United States of America is going. Our children are the future and the new testing standard will absolutely shape the way teachers will teach our children, it will change their classroom experience. Common Core State Standards are not, I emphasise: are not to be taken for granted as the next great hope of holding teachers accountable for teaching to our sons and daughters-to their success and failure.
Below I quote Mercedes Schneider only....you can see some of her efforts to educate the grownups at her blog site deutsch29 wordpress.com
"While working on my masters degree, I became interested in counselor education. I applied to the Ph.D. program in counselor education at Auburn University and was rejected because I “did not compare favorably to other applicants.” I framed that letter and kept it in my office at Ball State; years later, I was able to use it as an encouragement for my students who came to me in tears at receiving doctoral program rejection letters. It hurts, but press on."-Mercedes Schneider
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"I should point out that Gates also wants the CCSS. Consider the content to thischummy article with the notation, “Sponsored content by the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation and American Federation of Teachers.”:
The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation launched the Measures of Effective Teaching (MET) study in 2009 to identify effective teaching using multiple measures of performance. The foundation also invested in a set of partnership sites that are redesigning how they evaluate and support teaching talent.
2.) "Two 990s are the subject of this post. The first is the 2011 (August 2011 to July 2012) 990 for Michelle Rhee’s reform lobbying organization, StudentsFirst (SF). The second is the 2011 990 from the lesser-known SF sister organization, StudentsFirst Institute (SFI). Both forms were signed by Michelle Rhee on June 13, 2013 and filed with the IRS in Ogden UT on June 18, 2013. Handing millions over to the likes of Michelle Rhee is idiocy. Rhee is nothing more than some Frankenstein creation of bored philanthropy. Be careful, mainstream America. In promoting Rhee, you are confusing cash flow for substance.
Here’s a hint: When you hear that a candidate in a local election is being outspent by 10- or 20-to-1, vote for that candidate."-Mercedes Schneider