Just realized that there isn’t a single ALA accredited LIS program in NH. Lovely.
We’re out to Chinese and the waitress brings us some sliced pineapple. So I grumpily ask my mom “Where the hell are my cookies?”
My sister says “Could be worse, Nina got a cookie without a fortune the other day.”
When the cookies come, MINE HAS NO FORTUNE.
I’m now convinced that my sister’s best friend and I are both going to die.
Example: The Oldenburg Baby
You are not an abortion survivor if you just so happen to be born after x date. That’s like saying someone who was in America, in the comfort of their homes, during World War II, is a Holocaust survivor.
So, unless you actually survived an attempted abortion, you are NOT an abortion survivor.
I get that when my parents chose my name they chose a less common spelling. I’m very used to correcting people. BUT IT’S RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. NO EXCUSES.
PS- Idiot misspeller was my kindergarten teacher. Nope, not making that shit up.
I used to think that they lived for bad news, but apparently they care more about flash and pop culture than true tragedy, true heartbreak.
An 11 year old girl in NH committed suicide. She shot herself. She was in so much pain at 11 years old that fighting it became too hard and she became so tired of trying to not be in pain that she shot herself.
When a kid I knew killed himself, I was devastated. Our whole community was. He was 18. I remember thinking “he didn’t even get to drink legally. he didn’t live to rent a car. he never even got to live outside of his parents’ house.”
This little girl will never get to do any of those things. Or buy an R rated movie. Or drive a car. Or go to high school.
They haven’t released her name, they want the family to have privacy, and rightly so.
They’re still not sure why (are we ever really sure with suicide? I don’t think we are).
Those could be used as an excuse. “oh we don’t know the reason, no need to speculate, we don’t know who she was or anything about her.”
Yeah, that’s true. But how about asking 11 year olds what’s the hardest thing they’re going through? What can we, as adults, do to make your life better?
I’m not talking about extending bedtime or allowing boy/girl sleepovers.
I’m talking making sure that that kid has someone to talk to, be it a guidance counselor or a friend or an older kid mentor. I’m talking about making teachers more aware of signs of child abuse. I’m talking making parents more aware of signs of depression.
We don’t know why this little girl killed herself. We’ll never know, even if we get some idea we will never have the full picture. But we can work to find out what is going on with her peers. We can work to make their lives better. We can try to stop this from happening again.
THAT is bigger news than Jay-Z’s father daughter song, I think.