This morning’s fog felt great somehow. The first fog of the season. I finally can say I can feel the winter is coming. A sign of the upcoming holiday festivities and the nonstop cold weather coming in. The excitement of it all started kicking in.
As I look back through the past ten years since I graduated from Vallejo High School, I am nothing but stunned with questions on what the hell happened. My high school years were not perfect or the best. I witnessed fights or arguments as I walked down the hallways. Some of the classes were not as challenging as I expected. But it was fun. I learned and made friends that is lasts a lifetime. It was memorable. Changes happened in my high school, which I thought was for the better of the new generation. Now, I am not too sure.
A few of the schools in our city was closed down. From my understanding, it was because of funding. Hogan High School became Hogan Middle School. Vallejo Middle School became part of Vallejo High School. And so on. Classrooms are now more crowded. Questions and concerns about the quality of the curriculum are filling up my head since I am a mother of a four year old who is about to start Kindergarten next school year.
After watching and reading the news about a couple of our schools in Vallejo, my concerns grew deeper, now also including the safety of my child and my cousins (also attending school within the same district). Two of our schools were featured in the news in a matter of just one month. The first incident involved a high school student being shot in close vicinity to his school. Shortly after, Vallejo High School was reported to have two separate lockdowns in one day. One involves something about a weapon, the other when a fight occurred involving at least fifty student.
Given that what the media shows us is possibly twisted and we don’t really know as much as what is being shown on televisions or written on the papers/internet. Yet, it still concerns me. it bugs me. I have a child who is about to start school in a few months, and cousins who are still in school. How is this being handled? How has the quality of education changed and how will it affect my child, my cousins, the rest of the kids? Safety is always an issue, but how safe are our schools now?
Our kids are our future. Schools are supposed to be the place besides home where our kids can learn and grow safely. How can we be assured now?
Don’t claim that you know someone if you:
• Either barely or don’t know me
• Either don’t or refuse to understand me or see through me
• Only know what you have been told by those who also don’t understand me
• Have never walked on my shoes before
• Don’t even really talk to me.
Until then, STOP JUDGING ME AND TALK TO MY HANDS!
Just last Thursday, many of us celebrated Chinese New Year. Although I am Filipino, I still celebrated Chinese New Year since I grew up in a family and community where this occasion has been fully accepted and incorporated in our culture. And of coirse, being married to a family who shares somewhat a similar culture as the Chinese population, the more reason I celebrate it.
In this post is a picture of painted boiled eggs tied in yarns. It can be worn when received and also hung in the house. These eggs symbolizes good luck for the new year.
Things would have been a lot different if I chose different paths in life before. Honestly, I have always wondered how my life would be if I chose those “other” paths.
It’s not regretting because choosing a particular wrong path made me realize certain things about life and people, and it gave me a very wonderful daughter. Though things aren’t as good as I hope it to be or as I imagined it to be, there are still plenty of reasons I am thankful for each day.