Thursday, March 5, 2009
Together in Silence
We all know how much it hurts to be called a name. We all know it hurts even if its not true. But what if it is true? What if it was more than words? How could we stop evil people from doing evil things to those who are diferent? The truth is you can't. But we can still stand for those who where silenced. Gay, streight, bi, and lesbian; no one likes to be ridculed, no one wants to live in a world were evil people do evil things. So today we stand silent. As gays, as streights, as bies, as lesbians, and as people. We will stand and fight the opressive society with silence. Maybe we can make a difference if we stand together, united in our cause. There is nothing else we can do than stand up and fight, stand up and show them that it's not okay, if we can do it together, than we can do IT!!!
Mother’s
Life is a word defined by mothers. All of us have mountains to get over and decisions to make. Sometimes we fall off our hump; sometimes we make the wrong decisions. Mothers help us learn form our mistakes. My mother helped me realize three major things: to work hard for what I have, use my feelings to help myself, and to always help others and ask nothing in return.
I had always thought I had the meanest mom in the world. All my other friends got paid to do chores, but my mom made a different lesson out of it. I used to ask why she didn’t pay us for working so hard. She said that the things you buy with money aren’t worth half of anything unless you take care of them. Surprisingly, one night, I realized what she was saying. After I had refused to make my bed, she made me write a seemingly endless 200 sentences saying “I will appreciate the things I have.” Following the assignment, I promptly made my bed. Now I see how much my mom truly cares about me. She cares enough to tell me to keep writing even when my fingers hurt. She cares enough to think before she says something profound, and cared enough to repeat it in light of me ignorance.
My mom always enjoyed the look on people’s faces whan they’ve been helped out. Nothing makes her happier than to hear a thank you. Ever since I could remember my Mom has signed the family up for volunteer work on Saturdays. Most times people offer us little gifts or try to help us out in return. My mom never turns down a gift, but she says never to ask for something in return. It’s understandable for someone to give a gift out of good will, but to ask for something in return for a good deed (or as my mom likes to call it, a contribution) is just as wrong as not doing a good deed. One time when I was seven I asked my neighbor, Mrs. Dot for a dollar if I helped her tend to her garden. Being the kind lady that she was, without any hesitation she paid me, but not before talking to my mom on the phone to see if it was okay that I was over. That was the only time I can remember my mom yelling at me. When I got home she told… I mean yelled… that taking money from some old lady was the worst possible thing I had ever done under her roof. I always remember that day. I know my mom wasn’t angry, she cared, and she loves me enough to yell when it hurts her too.
She also taught me not to surrender to my feelings. She showed me that they are a tool into figuring out ‘what’s wrong’. One night stands out like a red kite against an even bluer sky. When I was thirteen I found myself desperately confused about my sexuality. Most nights I would hold back the tears of confusion and replaced it with a dazed look upon my face. In this special night I let slip a tear. My mom instantly noticed and reached her hand towards me to let it rest on my shoulder. She waited for me to look her in the eyes, and then she asked “What’s wrong?” She used the words like a key to Pandora’s Box. I foolishly looked away, and bumped her hand off my shoulder. She reached over again, except this time with both hands grabbed my shoulder’s forcing me to look her in the eyes. With a composed look on her face she said, “Tell me what’s wrong! Don’t thrust away your feelings!” I gave in and told her how I thought I liked men. We embraced in a hug. She told me once she let go I had to except my confusion, and I couldn’t cry anymore. She showed me how important it was not to “feel away” my emotions and thoughts, and accept them before I pity myself.
My Mom helped me understand three major things: to work hard for what I have, use my feelings to help myself, and to always help others and ask nothing in return. My mom has shown me the light to many of humanities flaws; she has also shown me the bright side of the world. She knows just how important it is that we all work together in order to make a difference in the world; Nothing to big, just one son at a time.
I had always thought I had the meanest mom in the world. All my other friends got paid to do chores, but my mom made a different lesson out of it. I used to ask why she didn’t pay us for working so hard. She said that the things you buy with money aren’t worth half of anything unless you take care of them. Surprisingly, one night, I realized what she was saying. After I had refused to make my bed, she made me write a seemingly endless 200 sentences saying “I will appreciate the things I have.” Following the assignment, I promptly made my bed. Now I see how much my mom truly cares about me. She cares enough to tell me to keep writing even when my fingers hurt. She cares enough to think before she says something profound, and cared enough to repeat it in light of me ignorance.
My mom always enjoyed the look on people’s faces whan they’ve been helped out. Nothing makes her happier than to hear a thank you. Ever since I could remember my Mom has signed the family up for volunteer work on Saturdays. Most times people offer us little gifts or try to help us out in return. My mom never turns down a gift, but she says never to ask for something in return. It’s understandable for someone to give a gift out of good will, but to ask for something in return for a good deed (or as my mom likes to call it, a contribution) is just as wrong as not doing a good deed. One time when I was seven I asked my neighbor, Mrs. Dot for a dollar if I helped her tend to her garden. Being the kind lady that she was, without any hesitation she paid me, but not before talking to my mom on the phone to see if it was okay that I was over. That was the only time I can remember my mom yelling at me. When I got home she told… I mean yelled… that taking money from some old lady was the worst possible thing I had ever done under her roof. I always remember that day. I know my mom wasn’t angry, she cared, and she loves me enough to yell when it hurts her too.
She also taught me not to surrender to my feelings. She showed me that they are a tool into figuring out ‘what’s wrong’. One night stands out like a red kite against an even bluer sky. When I was thirteen I found myself desperately confused about my sexuality. Most nights I would hold back the tears of confusion and replaced it with a dazed look upon my face. In this special night I let slip a tear. My mom instantly noticed and reached her hand towards me to let it rest on my shoulder. She waited for me to look her in the eyes, and then she asked “What’s wrong?” She used the words like a key to Pandora’s Box. I foolishly looked away, and bumped her hand off my shoulder. She reached over again, except this time with both hands grabbed my shoulder’s forcing me to look her in the eyes. With a composed look on her face she said, “Tell me what’s wrong! Don’t thrust away your feelings!” I gave in and told her how I thought I liked men. We embraced in a hug. She told me once she let go I had to except my confusion, and I couldn’t cry anymore. She showed me how important it was not to “feel away” my emotions and thoughts, and accept them before I pity myself.
My Mom helped me understand three major things: to work hard for what I have, use my feelings to help myself, and to always help others and ask nothing in return. My mom has shown me the light to many of humanities flaws; she has also shown me the bright side of the world. She knows just how important it is that we all work together in order to make a difference in the world; Nothing to big, just one son at a time.
DEATH TOWERS?
Schools may not allow students to utilize their phones during schools, but they can’t deny the benefits this new technology brings them. R. Nelson Snider High School is just one of many schools enjoying the revenue of having a cell phone tower on campus. T-mobile owns the one concealed by the track field lighting here at Snider.
Surprisingly there is no information on what snider actually receives by the tower, or what department is receiving the adjacent funds. However, some schools have posted on their web sights that this form of fundraiser has produced record proceeds.
Wrapped in an oversized flag pole is a cell tower that has brought Chiaramonte about $31,000 annually in lease payments, and has enabled the school's teachers to buy supplies they long had gone without. Even in the best of times, Chiaramonte's PTA raised, at most, $10,000 in one year, Valenti said.
"Anything my people need, we're able to buy it now," Principal Marie Valenti said.
Some report the microwaves produced by cell towers can harm people in close vicinities. No studies have shown conclusive evidence that radio-frequency emissions, a form of electromagnetic radiation (EMR), from cell towers are harmful. Nor have any studies been conducted. However, Dr. Bruce Hocking in Australia found that children living near three TV and FM broadcast towers in Sydney had more than twice the rate of leukemia than children living more than seven miles away.
More schools are planning to allow cell tower construction on their properties as a fundraiser. South Tampa schools have plans in January to erect a cell tower on its campus. Although, opponents have amassed support from parents at several schools who say they don't reject cell towers - just cell towers on school grounds.
February 10th, 2009. Dr. Thomas Rau, Medical Director of the world renowned Paracelsus Clinic in Lustmühle, Switzerland says he is convinced ‘electromagnetic loads’ lead to cancer, concentration problems, ADD, tinnitus, migraines, insomnia, arrhythmia, Parkinson’s and even back pain.
Some say the new bill to convert to digital will help dramatically with electro magnetic pollution. This could be why school officials at snider decided to allow the tower to be placed on snider’s track field.
The Ossining School Board voted to allow placement of a PCS Base Station atop the Ossining High School on the basis of a "Safety Analysis" which claimed to report the health effects of the radiation emitted from such antennas. Instead, it suppressed current areas of controversy and uncertainty and claimed falsely that this technology is, in effect, universally considered safe. The School Board was told that concerns about health effects from exposure to magnetic fields from electric power distribution lines or the use of hand held cell phones are based on fear, not fact. The Board was not told that a National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences panel this year designated power frequency electromagnetic fields (EMF) as "possible human carcinogens."
The increases of cell phone usage is causing telecomunication companies to put up more towers, but are they really safe for schools, for children? We know administrators here at snider wont allow cell phones to be used in school, so why allow a tower be built on snider’s field? Can we not ask the community before we try new things, when the potential to cause harm to those around us is the greatest.
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