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石田 Ishida (stone field) 雅紀 Masaki (elegant chronic
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| Q. How do you help the oppressed if you are the oppressor? |
[Dec. 11th, 2009|10:57 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Aventura - El Malo | ] |
Hello strawberry boxes,
It is fucking ridiculous what the employers look for and what they pay.
This is what a counselor position requires:
„X Minimum of a MA/MS degree in related field
„X MFT Registered Intern (post degree and must have Intern Registration number through the BBS)
„X Completed 700 - 1000 counseling hours preferred (post degree and must have Intern Registration number through the BBS)
„X Experience in working with families and youth in a diverse population, particularly counseling
And they only pay $13-15 an hour. WHAT THE FUCK?! I got paid better than that without a BA complete. Seeing job postings like this makes me question the value of a MA and more, question the integrity of the damn Boys&Girls Club of America. For an organization that claims to help kids and promote higher education, this is what they pay for their workers?? Great motivation for the kids they're helping.
I know jobs such as teaching and counseling usually do not pay much, but damn, this is almost exploitation.
Sigh, making poetry and collecting quotes sound so tempting right now after looking up jobs like these. But ahh, gotta do it. =[
- 44317
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.”
-Louise Erdrich |
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| Q. Is Wayne Brady gonna have to choke a bitch? |
[Dec. 6th, 2009|11:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cold | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Maxwell - This Woman's Work | ] |
Hello saucy curse words,
I was looking at one picture of me and my lit class from Mexico on our last day together. And I instantly had this gush of happiness pouring up from my heart to my brain. I physically could feel the sentiment. I love it. ¡Me falta mis amigos de México muchiissisiismo! My two teachers were so super awesomely cool. I miss them too. I think I'm gonna email them. jejejejje.
I love extreme, physical feelings, whether of sadness or joy or anger or whatever. It makes you feel so alive. =]
- 44317
If God exists, he would succeed
making a shower show, so wonderful
that it rains money in poor countries
as to aide the hornets of the oppressed
Maybe it is economy over ideology
Poetry and prose can't help the morose
But God doesn't live, and rich men never give
Government corrupt, laws all torn up
Shrieks in the night, deaths multiply
Where is hope? Where is love?
The answer is there, but no one cares.
Unanswered Prayer/ by me |
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| Q. Madame Cleo, what do you see in the crystal ball? |
[Dec. 5th, 2009|11:53 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  stressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | J Cole - Losing My Balance | ] |
Hello wandering moon,
Fuck, can't concentrate. Finals next week. One of my flaws is timing. I'm a free spirit, but if I worry, then I worry about long-term shit wen I got shit to do now. Damn. I wanna go teach in Chile so bad, but neither money nor parental approval. Sigh. Let me step on the weep train, and weep for a moment. But then, I'm pretty selfish. Who or what is really gonna stop me if I really wanna go? The idea of deciding your whole life after college is absurd, but it's such a turning point in your life, so there is pressure. Shut up, mind! And concentrate on literary homoeroticism, damnit.
Oh, I had a strange, intense dream. I dreamt that I had a little baby girl who's supposed to be my daughter, and we were hiding in this tight corner crouched down between two chairs. This guy, maybe the husband, is looking for us. And I had pepper spray with me. Then we escaped him and his gang. But then, we were so poor and homeless that we hid out and slept on the rooftop, except our bodies seem to be like birds perching on the side of the rooftop (so not even in the rooftop space). We overlooked these people eating. Then we tried to escape some more. And at one point, holding my babygirl, I was invisible. This is the first maternal dream I've had.
Hmm, this dream makes me want to adopt even more. And I will! Forget the husband, I wanna be a momma first before a wife. hahah. *off to look up adoption websites*
I was thinking... wouldn't it be so treasonous, so poisonous to grow up to be one of those bastards that I hate? What if all these dreams that we youngin's got now succumb to the pressure of life and money? Then what?
- 44317
And ain’t it shameful how niggas blame hoes for givin’ birth
To a baby that took two to make
Coward aggin, you a fake
How you gon look in your son’s face and turn your back?
Then go start another family dog, what type of shit is that?
She said ‘It’s okay,’ rubbed my head and told me to relax
Laid a nigga down proper like she was recording tracks
Said “I know you wanna change the world, but for the night please
Just reach over and hit the lights please”
Lights Please/ J Cole |
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