Dear anonymous health and welfare,
I have called your office every day since I received my interview letter. The first two days I received a call back and was told that the information I sent was not in the system yet.
After that I did not receive a call back after I called and left my phone number and a brief message. Yesterday August 31, I received a call back stating that the health and welfare computers were down and I must call back the next day.
TODAY I have school, I called as soon as I was out, Today I received my cancellation letter in the mail because I have not been compliant with the rules.
I have been compliant, it is not my fault that your offices are overworked. It is not my fault that I have not been given an interview for food stamps, I sent all the information in two days after I received the re-certification notice. Which I might note have been coming closer and closer together. I am still a starving student trying to feed my twelve year old son, and I am still un-employed, not something that I want to be. I have sent out applications everywhere and have not found a job. You can be certain that when I do find a job I will alert your office immediately because I am too old and fat to jump through the numerous hoops that the H and W offices try to get me to jump through.
Kindly yours
Glena Dusky
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Remember the time?
My daughter was in the fifth grade and was struggling to learn how to tell time. I have learning disabilities and was thinking I wasn’t the best person to teach her. At a teachers conference I mentioned to her teacher, Mr. Coe that Janelle was struggling with learning how to tell time, He smiled sweetly and said he would be happy to help her. I was very pleased, but not later on when I found out what his methods of teaching were. My daughter was awkward and very shy, we had moved from Seattle to Idaho, and the clothing styles were very different, and my daughter was already the scape goat of cruel jokes. I mistakenly thought that having the teacher on her side would boost her self esteem.
My daughter came home one day with tears streaking her face, I asked her what was wrong, and she said if she told me, I would probably tell Mr. Coe her teacher and he would make her life even worse.
It turns out that Mr. Coe’s teaching method consisted of making Janelle stand up and tell the class what time it was. Of course she couldn’t tell time, so he would make her stand out in the hall for hours and ask everyone that came up the stairs what time it was. This went beyond humiliation. I could not understand why someone entrusted in teaching children would be so stupid. I went to the principle of the school and he said that Mr. Coe had been a good teacher for many years and had the support of parents and other teachers and it was just my word against his. I was afraid that my child’s life was going to be even worse now that I had “told” on Mr. Coe. I did inadvertently solve the problem in my own spontaneous way. I really hate to admit that I did this, but here goes… After leaving the principles office feeling as down trodden as my little girl, I saw Mr. Coe walking to his car. There was happiness in each step and he seemed on top of the world, whistling a happy tune. SO I attempted to run over him with my little car. He jumped out of the way, and I hollered out the window that next time I wouldn’t miss. Actually I don’t think I intended on hitting him, I just wanted him to know the extent of my feelings. Oddly he never reported me, and my daughter was left alone after that incident.
My daughter is now thirty years old and a Neo-natal Nurse at St. Luke’s, Mr. Coe is in a drunk tank somewhere in Idaho. HA! Mother prevails
I am not really sure how this applies to Zonal Perspective, my feelings were very complex, Shock, Dismay, Betrayal. But I never tattled on Janelle to the teacher in order for her to be punished, I wanted her to receive help that I as unable to give her. She is very bright, and I didn’t want her held back because I was unable to teach her how to tell time.
The book Zonal Perspective states; that personality traits remain stable; this means I think that I am still basically the same person who attempted to run over a bad teacher. I go the correct route when faced with a dilemma, then if things don’t happen the way I think they are supposed to I have a temper tantrum. I have an over inflated view of right and wrong and what is fair, I know this about me, but I hope that I am more civilized then the young mother who showed her displeasure to the fifth grade teacher, who should not been allowed to train a bunch of poodles let alone precious children.
I am a social work major; I think sometimes because of my personality that I should give up going to school. My personality from early childhood has always been overly honest to a fault, a fighter for truth and justice, ( I should have a red cape) I don’t always think the rules apply to me, but I actually like rules because following rules makes it fair for everyone most of the time.
Knowing that personality is constant from childhood has filled me with hope and apprehension at the same time, I am DOOMED! Even recently when I was registering my twelve year old for the sixth grade he said, “Please Mom, I don’t want to be known as the kid whose mother threw a temper tantrum at the principle on the first day of school.” I was ticked because they sent me a letter with my name and address on it, and asked me to prove that I lived there in order to register my kid into school. We live in the same place we had lived for the past four years and now they want proof? Who thinks of this stuff? But I digress.
My daughter came home one day with tears streaking her face, I asked her what was wrong, and she said if she told me, I would probably tell Mr. Coe her teacher and he would make her life even worse.
It turns out that Mr. Coe’s teaching method consisted of making Janelle stand up and tell the class what time it was. Of course she couldn’t tell time, so he would make her stand out in the hall for hours and ask everyone that came up the stairs what time it was. This went beyond humiliation. I could not understand why someone entrusted in teaching children would be so stupid. I went to the principle of the school and he said that Mr. Coe had been a good teacher for many years and had the support of parents and other teachers and it was just my word against his. I was afraid that my child’s life was going to be even worse now that I had “told” on Mr. Coe. I did inadvertently solve the problem in my own spontaneous way. I really hate to admit that I did this, but here goes… After leaving the principles office feeling as down trodden as my little girl, I saw Mr. Coe walking to his car. There was happiness in each step and he seemed on top of the world, whistling a happy tune. SO I attempted to run over him with my little car. He jumped out of the way, and I hollered out the window that next time I wouldn’t miss. Actually I don’t think I intended on hitting him, I just wanted him to know the extent of my feelings. Oddly he never reported me, and my daughter was left alone after that incident.
My daughter is now thirty years old and a Neo-natal Nurse at St. Luke’s, Mr. Coe is in a drunk tank somewhere in Idaho. HA! Mother prevails
I am not really sure how this applies to Zonal Perspective, my feelings were very complex, Shock, Dismay, Betrayal. But I never tattled on Janelle to the teacher in order for her to be punished, I wanted her to receive help that I as unable to give her. She is very bright, and I didn’t want her held back because I was unable to teach her how to tell time.
The book Zonal Perspective states; that personality traits remain stable; this means I think that I am still basically the same person who attempted to run over a bad teacher. I go the correct route when faced with a dilemma, then if things don’t happen the way I think they are supposed to I have a temper tantrum. I have an over inflated view of right and wrong and what is fair, I know this about me, but I hope that I am more civilized then the young mother who showed her displeasure to the fifth grade teacher, who should not been allowed to train a bunch of poodles let alone precious children.
I am a social work major; I think sometimes because of my personality that I should give up going to school. My personality from early childhood has always been overly honest to a fault, a fighter for truth and justice, ( I should have a red cape) I don’t always think the rules apply to me, but I actually like rules because following rules makes it fair for everyone most of the time.
Knowing that personality is constant from childhood has filled me with hope and apprehension at the same time, I am DOOMED! Even recently when I was registering my twelve year old for the sixth grade he said, “Please Mom, I don’t want to be known as the kid whose mother threw a temper tantrum at the principle on the first day of school.” I was ticked because they sent me a letter with my name and address on it, and asked me to prove that I lived there in order to register my kid into school. We live in the same place we had lived for the past four years and now they want proof? Who thinks of this stuff? But I digress.
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