Hamilton Nichols

So at my friend's "Welcome to the Neighborhood" party we found out that one of our classmates had committed suicide. I don't know why I feel so awful about this but I do. I didn't know him so it other than it being sad in general, I feel affected by the news.

I can't remember him at all, not one memory. And while I don't profess to know everyone at Hampton at the time I was there, it was the type of place that you felt you did.

Then we found out that years later that after he pledged Omega, one of his frat brothers told him that he could not wear his paraphenalia anymore. That is one of the craziest things I've ever heard! They said he didn't fit the mold. That had to shake him to his core. It had to hurt him. I mean one day, you are publicly acknowledged as a Que and then the next day its over. I can't imagine how he handled it or who he told.

It just seems like Hamilton had a sad life. And to commit suicide was his way of reaching out. Today, I wish I knew him. At the very least, I hope I said "hello" to him as I walked on campus.

 

There's A Mouse In My House

There's a mouse in my house and we can't find the hole! I called my friend BB to help and he's recommended a exterminator.

This little mouse came to see me three times on Sunday. I threw shoes, pillows and screamed at it but it has pushed me out of the basement. And its so small so BB was laughing at me.

I'm not scared of it, I just I don't want to kill it. I don't want to see it trapped wriggling and jiggling. I just want it out.

So, thanks to President Bush I will use my stimulus check and get an exterminator. And a cat, imagine that!

Tags: Rodents, mice, exterminator

Little s

Well I had a stalker, well as he said a "Little Stalker". Now this entry will be weird. Since on one hand its flattering to have a stalker come out in a tornado just to catch me with another dude. On the other hand, its extremely frightening to have a stalker come out in a tornado just to cath me with another dude.

Here's the other weird part. The reactions from my female and male friends. The ladies, in my opinion, went from stalker to rapist. They were scary in their intensity about this dude and how I should never ever talk to him again. I agree, but not because I think he is dangerous but because I do believe the potential for unneccesary drama is there and only the low self esteem chicks need to go there.

Now, in this society where we are trying to move away from blaming the victim if she happens to get raped my male friends all asked the question,"What did you to him?" At the time, I laughed but later I realized that this is the same mentality of blame the victim. Its as if that because we had a relationship prior and we spoke earlier about my plans for the evening that somehow I was to know he was crazy enough to come that night. What normal person would think that would happen?

 So while, that night has become a bit of a joke. On a serious note, he was the idiot who disrespected me and my friends by showing up after I told him he was uninvited and that I'd diss him if he did. And that has nothing to do with me.

 

Tags: stalker, mars, venus, men, women

Forgot the Biggest Change

Amari started Montessorri school a couple of months ago. So that is the biggest change in our lives right now. Its 180 degree difference from day care so his adjustment period is about 30 days.

First, I found out that he was falling asleep in class. Is that crazy or what? So we moved him to the P.M class since my son needs his 1 hour nap everyday. ( is he a Sanders or what?) So this is working out much better.

I had my first observation on Friday and was amazed by how the children went from actvivity to activity. One child sat and colored the map of Africa until it was finished. Another child used beads ( which I am sure came from using the Abacus) to do his math. Other children were doing a variety of different things. They would finish one activity and go to another. And it was quiet, very quiet!

Amari of course did four activities, none of which he completed, but that was for my benefit. Each time he went to get another one, he stopped by my chair to let me know what he was working on. He was so proud. And so was I as I looked at my budding scholar!

Even though he tells me everyday that he doesn't want to go to school I can tell I made the right decision. He has learned all the phonectical sounds of the alphabet and has sounded out his first word, CAT. He is learning the concept of counting in place of memorization. And he's made new friends. ( They are just too cute with their uniforms on!)

 

 

Tags: Montessori,