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| Thanks for your comments peeps. My entry yesterday was my only way to vent a little anger and frustration that is bottled up inside of me. I try to avoid news media and walking in the main offices at work, walking fast so no staff members can "cheer me up." The past couple of days, I've been slowing down on the street that Adrina lives on. Half of me wants to leave her a stuffed animal bear, half of me does not want to go near that house. I have some trouble sleeping at night. I'm waiting for my days to begin, fresh and new. I must admit- its hard. I looked at her picture in the yearbook, trying to scramble for her work that I've kept from last year. Apparentlly, whenever I think about it- I get mad at myself for not saving any of her work. I know, I know, I wouldnt have known. I've been getting flashbacks of when her dad and I had contact. When he came to drop her off, pick her up from school AND chaparone on a fieldtrip. DAMN, who would have known a frickin psycho was sitting on a bus with a class full of kids. Again, I cant stop but ask myself, was there somethiing I could have done? I know, I know... there was nothing I couldnt have done because I didnt know. What kind of ass would stab children and leave them dying? with NO remorse?!?! AND, watching the news footage of his ass being arrested by the police, he was wearing the MILLBROOK SCHOOL T- shirt. bastard. They need to cut off both of his balls and pour rubbing alcohol, salt, paint remover, acid, and other deadly chemicals up his ass. Or, maybe throw him in a cage with hungry ass canabols. Then make him lie on the floor, drive a truck over his legs repeatedly for about 10 times so he is paralyzed. That is just the tip of the iceberg. I'd rather have him suffer in agony and pain, rather than shot. Fuckin Asshole. Okay, I guess I should watch my language before xanga people kick me off. | | |
| I've lost one of my kids. If you havent heard on the news yet, a homicide occured early Monday morning. On my own way to work, I noticed nearby streets blocked off, flares blocking streets, a helicoptor up above, policecars and firetrucks blocking off streets. I didn't think anything of it. I began teaching as usual, at 11:40. One of my students was late, and her mom explained that her cousin had died from a burning house. And it hit me, it had to be the incident in the morning when all pandamonium broke loose in the neighborhood. I felt very sad, for my student and her lost relative. My principal called an important faculty meeting to be held after school at 2:45. I knew that this meeting was pertaining to the incident in the neighborhood. My students dont get let out until 3:00, so I would be late to the meeting, and I would get the info from other co-workers. At about 3:07, the principal, and the entire Kindergarten staff walked into my classroom. The principal said that she had to talk to me, and the Kindergarten staff because it involved one of my students. She had us sit down, my principal was facing me. She said that one of my students from last year, Adrina had died this morning. She was found on the lawn with several stab wounds and burn marks on her skin. The mother, who was 5 months pregnant and Adrina's 3 year old sister also died from being stabbed. There was also mention that the person responsible for this crime set them on fire, along with the house. My mouth dropped, and I was crying for several minutes, in front of them, and on my way home. My student from my first year of teaching died and is no longer here. I began to think back when the last time I saw her was and moments I had with her in my classroom.
The person that committed this crime was their father. There has been a history of domestic abuse between the mother and father. I really dont understand how one can commit a crime like this. Reports say that he was smoking a cigarrette, knife in hand, black smoke burning through the house, daughter lying on the lawn, when the police arrive. Adrina was still alive and conscious when she was found on the lawn by a neighbor. She was crying out for help. She later died at the hospital. He is charged with 4 counts of murder. DIE in hell bitch! | | |
| yes... oh blah dee.. oh blah dah.. life goes on..
this year is going to be a toughie.. challenging.. stressful.. *oy vay
i went to go visit my folks in san leandro today. i watched the raiders game with my dad. man. can they trade janikowski already? hasn't the superbowl years back taught them a lesson? for cryin out loud!! i cherish these weekends. why only 2 days?? time to watch the surreal life. | | |
| TGI 'frickin F
dayem.. i havent posted in hella years. | | |
| 4 more days!!!
4 more days!!! | | |
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