The Power of Christ Repels You

A couple came to the school today for a tour to see if our facility was right for their child. As soon as I saw them, I felt as if I knew them from somewhere and couldn’t place it. As the day went on I realized I knew them from the church i used to go to a lifetime ago. I have been feeling nothing but anxiety since. Don’t get me wrong, they are nice enough people, I never spent enough time with them to really know them, but I get like this anytime I run into anyone who had even the smallest part in my religious lifestyle.

I fear the awkward re-introductions, the questions about what I’m up to, and what church I’m going to. My instinct will tell me to be honest. To tell them I am no longer a church goer, that I no longer subscribe to Christian doctrine, or any religious doctrine for that matter. To tell them I am happy, that I am living with my boyfriend and that things are for the most part hunky dory. But I don’t want to deal with the forced smiles, or the looks of sadness as they realize that I have become a “backslider”, or the awkward silences that usually follow in these types of conversation because there is nothing else to be said and no one knows how to bow out gracefully. I know I’m going to be judged and I hate that. Then again, I could totally be over thinking it, for all I know they could give two shits about me, assuming they remember me at all. Perhaps I am just self absorbed for thinking that every one I used to know must have some opinion on how I am living my life now. I really should get over myself ;)

I think there is also this teeny tiny part of me that, upon encountering these people, feels like I have been caught doing something horrendous. This teeny tiny part of me that still believes that the god I no longer believe in ( or at least the 99.9% of me that doesn’t) is still going to strike me dead for not going to church and living in “sin.” I know this is totally illogical, but I suppose it is just that deep rooted religiosity in me that still thinks that living my life for me is going to send me to hell.

are you sayin’ i’m fat?

so one of the 3 year old boys in my class has been really clingy to me lately, all he likes to do is sit on my lap, or smoosh his head into my shoulder. He loves to be held and cuddled ( who doesn’t?). So, today he’s sitting with me, yet again and my co-teacher says ” he’s really clingy with you and he won’t come near me. I think it must be your body type. You’re very mushy.”

uh…wha??? she totally just called me fat!

grumble grumble…

Published in: on April 16, 2010 at 5:58 pm  Leave a Comment  
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kid’s draw the darndest things

Veruca Salt*: Naomi look at this picture I made of Joey!
Me: Wow Veruca* that’s great!
VS: Look what I put between his legs! ( giggles)
Me: What is that?
VS: His thing!
Me: What thing?
VS: The thing his pee comes out of, it hangs all the way down!
Me: How do you know that?
VS: I see it all the time when he pulls his pants down!
( Veruca Salt is my private nickname for this particular child and i figured it was better than using her real name )

Published in: on April 9, 2010 at 7:48 pm  Leave a Comment  
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shame on me…

i always find that when i am really involved with feeling sorry for myself, something comes along to slap me upside the head and tell me to chill the fuck out.

here’s the deal. i’m stressed about money, i hate that i live pay check to pay check. i hate that i have a obscene amount of bills in collections. i hate that my credit is shot to shit. i hate that i can’t save and that i don’t have a financially secure lifestyle. so i’m diving head first into the self pitty -woe-is-me shit when i meet someone who is far worse off than me.

a single mother working 40-60 hours a week trying to make a life for her and her son in this country.
She is making LESS than minimum wage. She works up to 60 hours a week for 5.15 an hour!!!!! She works more hours than I do, and yet I make in a week what she makes in a month. How the fuck is she supposed to take care of her kid like that!? What’s worse, is that I don’t think she’s aware of the labor laws in this country. I don’t think she knows that as a legal citizen ( yes she is legal i promise) she has rights as an employee and is entitled to a minimum amount of pay that is much more than what she is actually getting.

i feel like such an asshole for bitching that i can’t afford luxury shit when this woman can’t afford to keep a roof over her and her son’s head.

what’s even worse, is that, about one month from now, I will probably have forgotten about this woman and her son’s problem and go right back to bitching about why I can’t buy my third pair of sneakers.

yes i am aware that i am an asshole.

LONG CRANKY EMO POST AFTER THE JUMP

i hate that some of my co-workers treat me like an incompetent idiot because i don’t have a degree. one of my co workers is constantly making snide remarks about how i don’t know this or that, or how i can’t do shit because i don’t have “that professional background.” i can never offer my opinion on how to approach certain issues with the children we work with because no one takes me seriously. meanwhile, someone else could repeat verbatum what i said, and everyone would take it as gospel. do you know how hard it is not to feel useless/worthless when people treat you that way?

now i know some people would say ” well naomi, you chose not to go to college.” and that’s only partially true.

when the time came for me to go to college my father told me he would not be paying for my schooling because he couldn’t afford it. fine, lots of families can’t afford college for their kids. that’s what financial aid is for right? not quite…when i applied for financial aid it was determined that my father made too much for me to be eligible. so instead of going away to college i figured i would go to the community school and live at home because it would be cheaper. well, my father then told me that i could not live at home unless i was paying half the rent ( he said it’s what my grandmother did to him, what he failed to mention was that my grandmother took all the money he had given her and saved it so that when he was ready to move out he had a nice chunk of cash to help him out.) so i had to get a full time job to not only pay for my classes ( which i was also taking full time) but i also had to work to give my dad money. what made things even more difficult was that even after i would give my dad rent money, he would come to me a few weeks later looking for more money because he said he didn’t have the rent. we would have huge fights over this and in the end i would always end up forking over more money. half a semester in, i was totally burnt out, i couldn’t handle working full time and going to class full time, i knew if i quit my job i would have been kicked out ( or at least that was the threat) so i quit school instead, and went to working full time. so, yes i did “choose” not to go to school, but at the time i really didn’t feel like i had any other option.

i have a lot of resent towards my dad about this ( among other things), because as a parent even if he couldn’t send me to college, he should have been supportive and understanding of how important an education is. i feel like i was almost set up to fail, like i really wasn’t given a fair chance. and i know life isn’t fair and all that bullshit, and maybe it sounds immature of me to be talking like this, but whatever, it’s how i feel. i think what really rubbed salt on the wound was that when my sister was going to college he did not ask her to give him any money. and for the life of me i still can’t think of why. perhaps he realized that it was one of the many reason our relationship went to shit and he didn’t want to loose his other daughter, or maybe it’s the simple fact that my sister is a fighter and even if he had asked her for the money she would have refused.

my sister is younger than me and she has her masters, she’s got a great job and she’s really happy. and i’m happy for her, she worked hard to get to where she was and she deserves to be successful. but there’s this part of me that is also very bitter and jealous towards her, and it’s really not her fault. but it just kills me that everything seems to have worked in her favor, she’s even talking about getting married, which causes even more pangs of jealousy because she’s been with jim for about a year and half and i’ve been with ben for three years and while we’ve talked about it, we are no where close to getting married.

i’m thinking about going back to school, i could at least have a degree by the time i’m 32, which isn’t too bad all things considered. but it’s still not a plan that satisfies me.

this is just more of the shit that keeps my head spinning at night when i should be sleeping. i just keep trying to figure out, where did i make the mistake? why do i always seem to fail at everything i try and my sister has this midas touch to things. and yes i am aware that there are people out there who are much worse off than me, and yes i am aware that i shouldn’t compare myself to my sister, and yes i am aware that if things had been different i would not be who i am today ( though sometimes i don’t think it would be so terrible to not be who i am) and that i would have never met ben or any of my friends if i had followed a different path, and while for the most part i agree with that, there are some days i would love to go back and change something.

my sister in the flying spaghetti monster

a few days ago a co-worker and i got into a argument of sorts, long story short, i asked her to do something, she gave me an EXTREMELY rude response, I asked her if she was “serious” she said she was, i told her to get out of my room, she went bat shit and threatened to hit me, my boss got involved, told her i was right and we really hadn’t spoken since the incident.

today she apologized to me, but it wasn’t your regular ” i’m sorry i fucked up” kind of apology, this apology was evangelical. she even referred to me as her ” sister in christ.” i believe she was sincere, and i know it was hard for her to apologize ( she NEVER does that!!) so I accepted her apology, and we’re fine now…

i didn’t have the heart to tell her i’m an atheist,

What sucks about working with children, is that there is always that one kid you get emotionally attached to, and it’s always the kid from a broken home, and it’s always the kid with behavior issues and it’s always the kid that hits me when he’s angy, and it’s always the one that looks so sad all the time and sometimes I have to share the tears and hug him for a while…

Published in: on January 17, 2008 at 1:12 am  Leave a Comment  
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