Wednesday 28 January 2009
And...
the top to the infamous Obama and family water bottle mysteriously disappeared, in the same room where the two love birds kept LOUDLY, and annoyingly, sucking face at campus. Plus, my charger is not working right, my cell text pad is responding very slowly and awkwardly, so me last 2 posts took 12 times, or more, as long to text type. Plus, the Mormons are coming over on Friday at 5, and they aint happy with me for missing church last Sunday. *SD
Oh, and I ended up getting a B on the midterm, and not an A, afterall. I got 5 wrong. Need to call Fern to see what I missed by leaving class early, within reason. I wonder if another of my classmates, whom left shortly before me, left due to what was going to be viewed. The Professor asked her if she had another student*s number in order to get something for class later. I don*t feel like doing the extra credit offered to the class anymore to raise the B to an A. And on the walk home, we got cut off. Her in her roller and us with our stroller. I first thought, "How rude!" I also thought "HeXX! If an innocent child can get treated like this, how in the world will any of us have a chance!?" At least I came home to "Lie To Me", after a rough day. Though, that is about a form of LE. My baby is sound asleep. Literally. It*s a bit eerie versus relaxing. I keep checking on him. He has been under the weather. Oh my baby. I am glad
this class is almost over, Winter term, I mean, now, given I have recently lost my baby sitter to a much higher paying job. He has fun in the class, though. And, he makes everyone smile. Once he made everyone in the class bust up with probably the most adorable thing said. Very good acting in Lie To Me, by the way. I FINALLY got to see it. Been looking forward to it. And love the line, "Never let the facts get in the way of the truth." A stark contrast to the other famous quote from an older LE television program. The quote, "Just the facts madam." I would have written "maam", but I don*t know how to spell it! Well, tonight*s class really affected me. And to top things off, I heard that StarBucks is in financial trouble. You don*t know how disturbing to me that is. Further, the plot thickens behind the Wilmington Massacre story of late. The news had posted the following number, for those who may be suicidal, or homicidal, I
reckon. (800)854-7771. That was prompted by the Wilmington story. Moreover, I just heard something in the news about officials not being thrilled about Obama*s stimulus package. Plus, the Senate decided against the delay of switching to digital. Yet, they decided for it on Monday? I don*t know. I*m confused. I am too weary now to further report on those last three items, lest to say that the Mormon church was mentioned in that massacre in Wilmington story tonight, along with the words "ritual" and "murder". Also, The D(avenchy) Code was mentioned right along with them. I have been participating with the Mormon church lately, though not a member. It*s been making me feel uneasy. Oh, and it*s Wednesday. Long story. At least The Simpsons is on now. Yaay! Finals are next week. Can you believe it. Just got through the midterm. The Professor is not feeling well. We may get out of class extreemly early tomorrow. Earlier than usual. Then
again, American Idol is on tomorrow night. Lucky for him. He loves that show. Feeling a bit lost and alone, SD. Where*s Ginnger when you need her?
this class is almost over, Winter term, I mean, now, given I have recently lost my baby sitter to a much higher paying job. He has fun in the class, though. And, he makes everyone smile. Once he made everyone in the class bust up with probably the most adorable thing said. Very good acting in Lie To Me, by the way. I FINALLY got to see it. Been looking forward to it. And love the line, "Never let the facts get in the way of the truth." A stark contrast to the other famous quote from an older LE television program. The quote, "Just the facts madam." I would have written "maam", but I don*t know how to spell it! Well, tonight*s class really affected me. And to top things off, I heard that StarBucks is in financial trouble. You don*t know how disturbing to me that is. Further, the plot thickens behind the Wilmington Massacre story of late. The news had posted the following number, for those who may be suicidal, or homicidal, I
reckon. (800)854-7771. That was prompted by the Wilmington story. Moreover, I just heard something in the news about officials not being thrilled about Obama*s stimulus package. Plus, the Senate decided against the delay of switching to digital. Yet, they decided for it on Monday? I don*t know. I*m confused. I am too weary now to further report on those last three items, lest to say that the Mormon church was mentioned in that massacre in Wilmington story tonight, along with the words "ritual" and "murder". Also, The D(avenchy) Code was mentioned right along with them. I have been participating with the Mormon church lately, though not a member. It*s been making me feel uneasy. Oh, and it*s Wednesday. Long story. At least The Simpsons is on now. Yaay! Finals are next week. Can you believe it. Just got through the midterm. The Professor is not feeling well. We may get out of class extreemly early tomorrow. Earlier than usual. Then
again, American Idol is on tomorrow night. Lucky for him. He loves that show. Feeling a bit lost and alone, SD. Where*s Ginnger when you need her?
The Death Penalty~ We were spared.
My littlest one comes to my Administrative Justice class with me, as some of you know. Tonight, the class was to view a documentary on the execution of the death penalty. The Professor said that I could leave so that Shanathan would not view it. I thought how wonderful that was we could leave for such purpose, AND, as an extra bonus, without penalization in my grade. But, between you and me, even if my little mate wasn*t there, I*D have to walk out! This I know because of what happened to me last year when I accidently came across 3 pictures of a man being executed in the electric chair, as I was studying the JonBenet Ramsey case at my old campus. Those images seemed to appear out of nowhere. Strange because they weren*t even connected to the case. I had some bad repurcussion from them. Nearly flew out of my chair, as though being shocked, as that last image of the trilogy appeared. It was as if electricity flew right out of the monitor into me, pushing
me back. And I had a witness to that! But, I digress. Armed with the knowledge of that experience, this time I figured I*d stay a few to learn until the viewing got rough. You know, before anything graphic was shown. The lights went out. The documentary was clicked on. Only, it started somewhere other than where it should have, the beginning. Of course the Professor tried to shut it down and restart it, but for the purpose of showing it to the students from the beginning to end. I recall, at one split second, seeing what appeared to be a door with a steering wheel from a ship on it. Something you might see on a submarine. Something air tight. What I recall next was viewing a hall for a second, then a door slowly opening, then IT. The death bed with all of those belts. And that was all before the teacher ever so quicky turned it off. It was as though it all hit the eyes swiftly, each image magicly darting at my brain through my eyes like subliminal
messages, imminating straight from Hell. Fortunately, Shanathan was busy playing video games on my cell, since the lights were off, only the lights from those horrid subliminal like visions were on, so he couldn*t see his homework. I quickly gathered him up, along with my purse, foresaking all else, figuring I could come back later for our jackets, his homework, and our near sacred Obama and family water bottle. I mean, surely we would have been able to get back in without a hitch later. But, no deal. After we went for a quick walk down the corridor, and a fun ride up and down the elevator, down and up, actually, we decided to head down back towards class. I thought the rough part would be over. You see, just before I scooted the two of us out the back door, I heard words that went something like, you are about to listen to audio of an actual execution. I had thought, "That*s all brother!", and high tailed it out of there. Well, as Shanathan
and I, shortly later, headed back towards the front door to the chamber, I mean, classroom, the Professor just so happened to step out, phone, some sort of list, and pen in hand. I said, "Wow!" and quickly recapped those startling words I heard that pierced my spirit from the huge screen*s audio. He told us it*s o.k. for us to go. I asked, in a near statement, that surely it was going to die down, the rough part. Excuse the accidental pun. He replied, a bit wide eyed, oh, that*s his normal look, "... Um, it*s gonna b". I finished his sentence for him, "be like that all the way through!?" He responded, "Pretty much." I don*t even think I said good bye. We just glided down the hall, Shanathan and I, down the elevator shaft, and down another hall, straight into the relaxing fireside room, where I am composing myself. At one point, and at which timeframe it occurred, I can*t remember,I had told Shanathan to stand on
the other side of the hall, about 5 feet away from the back door, because you could hear the documentary from outside the door. I said, "Stand right here, Mommy will be out in 15 seconds. I have to go in and get our things." In those 15 seconds, I heard a man in an orange jumpsuit state he*d rather die than state he did something, confess, to an act he did not do. I guestimated he could do that for a lesser charge, and an equally less potent punishment. I don*t know. I jolted back to my kid. Well, class is over now. It*s been over, actually. Shanathan is peacefully sleeping. Please excuse any mispellings in this post, for at this moment, I*m not concerned with manual editing. Quite frankly, my dear, I don*t give a damn! I think I will never be one to stomach that sort of thing, or heart it, for that matter. Perhaps a career in LE, law enforcement, is not for me after all. Good night all. *SDRoads
me back. And I had a witness to that! But, I digress. Armed with the knowledge of that experience, this time I figured I*d stay a few to learn until the viewing got rough. You know, before anything graphic was shown. The lights went out. The documentary was clicked on. Only, it started somewhere other than where it should have, the beginning. Of course the Professor tried to shut it down and restart it, but for the purpose of showing it to the students from the beginning to end. I recall, at one split second, seeing what appeared to be a door with a steering wheel from a ship on it. Something you might see on a submarine. Something air tight. What I recall next was viewing a hall for a second, then a door slowly opening, then IT. The death bed with all of those belts. And that was all before the teacher ever so quicky turned it off. It was as though it all hit the eyes swiftly, each image magicly darting at my brain through my eyes like subliminal
messages, imminating straight from Hell. Fortunately, Shanathan was busy playing video games on my cell, since the lights were off, only the lights from those horrid subliminal like visions were on, so he couldn*t see his homework. I quickly gathered him up, along with my purse, foresaking all else, figuring I could come back later for our jackets, his homework, and our near sacred Obama and family water bottle. I mean, surely we would have been able to get back in without a hitch later. But, no deal. After we went for a quick walk down the corridor, and a fun ride up and down the elevator, down and up, actually, we decided to head down back towards class. I thought the rough part would be over. You see, just before I scooted the two of us out the back door, I heard words that went something like, you are about to listen to audio of an actual execution. I had thought, "That*s all brother!", and high tailed it out of there. Well, as Shanathan
and I, shortly later, headed back towards the front door to the chamber, I mean, classroom, the Professor just so happened to step out, phone, some sort of list, and pen in hand. I said, "Wow!" and quickly recapped those startling words I heard that pierced my spirit from the huge screen*s audio. He told us it*s o.k. for us to go. I asked, in a near statement, that surely it was going to die down, the rough part. Excuse the accidental pun. He replied, a bit wide eyed, oh, that*s his normal look, "... Um, it*s gonna b". I finished his sentence for him, "be like that all the way through!?" He responded, "Pretty much." I don*t even think I said good bye. We just glided down the hall, Shanathan and I, down the elevator shaft, and down another hall, straight into the relaxing fireside room, where I am composing myself. At one point, and at which timeframe it occurred, I can*t remember,I had told Shanathan to stand on
the other side of the hall, about 5 feet away from the back door, because you could hear the documentary from outside the door. I said, "Stand right here, Mommy will be out in 15 seconds. I have to go in and get our things." In those 15 seconds, I heard a man in an orange jumpsuit state he*d rather die than state he did something, confess, to an act he did not do. I guestimated he could do that for a lesser charge, and an equally less potent punishment. I don*t know. I jolted back to my kid. Well, class is over now. It*s been over, actually. Shanathan is peacefully sleeping. Please excuse any mispellings in this post, for at this moment, I*m not concerned with manual editing. Quite frankly, my dear, I don*t give a damn! I think I will never be one to stomach that sort of thing, or heart it, for that matter. Perhaps a career in LE, law enforcement, is not for me after all. Good night all. *SDRoads
From The Desk
UPDATE TO THE LATEST TRAGEDY REPORTED HERE: This in; Sadly, the wife and mother was a major contributer in the planning of the execution to the entire immediate family, due to financial woes in these hard economic times. Word is, her position was- Why have other people raise the children?- This set off such a reaction from all over that even professional counseling has come out in full force for free to the community, sharing their anti-suicide, as well as anti-homicide, etc., ideals. Our prayers are with them all. *SDRoads, reporting
From The Gateway
Hi. I am in a PTA meeting right now. I had found out that those tests the teachers plan on boycotting, and this is happening across the board, at least locally, are already paid for. Actually, that was not a part of the PTA agenda for the day. I had inquired. *SDRoads
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