I really just posted this so I'd have a link for a pet classifieds page. But if anyone here wants a free kitten and lives near bowling green, kentucky - please let me know.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Getting Past High School
Well it would appear that my former employer has found my blog and felt compelled to respond or to comment -- (see new endeavor if you'd like -- it's a bit mean). And a couple of things occurred to me --
1. It's not always so easy to turn the other cheek. To shake off comments that are meant to be snide and hurtful. And, in all honesty, my first impulse was to send the darling lady an email, and tell her what I thought of her. But to be fair, she'd only need to read a few of these to know my thoughts and opinions of her work ethics and abilities. And I suppose that is she wants to take the time to read the statements and opinions presented here, then she's free to do so, it is after all, a free country.
2. The second thing that occurred to me that she must really, really not like me. Because it has been a very long time since I've hated someone enough to want to search the internet and read their online diary, their personal diary, or waste any time and energy on a person who is relatively insignificant in my life. I haven't been there and done that since I was in high school -- well let's be fair, probably a freshman in college. We fat girls develop social lives a little later than the rest of you. This is me taking the opportunity to live the line that I gave my kids - and know that my choices are made independently of someone's feelings about me. Why waste your time being angry or hating when you can just let it go. I've lived long enough to know that I enjoy my life too much to want it to be a dark, miserable, place. And I don't let myself hate people. There's no point. I spend some time not liking them, wishing they would be different, trying to find something of value. And if it's not there, then I just let that go and try to control what I can -- which is my own happiness and responses to the world around me. It's ultimately what helped me to survive my last year at 11th Street -- because I wasn't going to allow another to affect the positive relationships that I had established with my kids -or to undermine my level of professionalism -- because those were things that I could and did control.
So for all those who are reading - and that means you too oh exalted leader of 11th Street - I wish every success for those who remain at that school. It is a valuable program that I believe in and wishing that anyone there would fail would mean to wish harm on those kids who I spent a quarter of my life trying to help.
1. It's not always so easy to turn the other cheek. To shake off comments that are meant to be snide and hurtful. And, in all honesty, my first impulse was to send the darling lady an email, and tell her what I thought of her. But to be fair, she'd only need to read a few of these to know my thoughts and opinions of her work ethics and abilities. And I suppose that is she wants to take the time to read the statements and opinions presented here, then she's free to do so, it is after all, a free country.
2. The second thing that occurred to me that she must really, really not like me. Because it has been a very long time since I've hated someone enough to want to search the internet and read their online diary, their personal diary, or waste any time and energy on a person who is relatively insignificant in my life. I haven't been there and done that since I was in high school -- well let's be fair, probably a freshman in college. We fat girls develop social lives a little later than the rest of you. This is me taking the opportunity to live the line that I gave my kids - and know that my choices are made independently of someone's feelings about me. Why waste your time being angry or hating when you can just let it go. I've lived long enough to know that I enjoy my life too much to want it to be a dark, miserable, place. And I don't let myself hate people. There's no point. I spend some time not liking them, wishing they would be different, trying to find something of value. And if it's not there, then I just let that go and try to control what I can -- which is my own happiness and responses to the world around me. It's ultimately what helped me to survive my last year at 11th Street -- because I wasn't going to allow another to affect the positive relationships that I had established with my kids -or to undermine my level of professionalism -- because those were things that I could and did control.
So for all those who are reading - and that means you too oh exalted leader of 11th Street - I wish every success for those who remain at that school. It is a valuable program that I believe in and wishing that anyone there would fail would mean to wish harm on those kids who I spent a quarter of my life trying to help.
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