'm amused that my sorta-hippy-conservationist-organic/peace-corp-naturalist neighbors' wedding celebrations out in the midwest was SO midwestern,
You can take the girl out of the midwest, but you can't take the midwest out of the girl! Roomie (who went to my same high school) and i were just talking about being midwestern at heart the other day (she also lived in DC, and in London).
This morning I wrote, scanned, and sent a letter to your Board of Trustees, reminding them of their responsibilities.
Kick ass, Rick!
The graduate assistant, Mike McQueary, was truthful in his testimony (as far as anybody knows), and didn't have a legal duty to report.
Hmph. Legal duty my ass. I still find it damn sketchy--I mean, bad enough you hear someone tell you "I saw horrible things". But when you're the one who actually SAW the horrible things, you've got a duty...
And, police have started using mace on the students downtown.
OMG. That's....just not right. I mean, first--go home, students. This is not worth protesting. And second--cops? Really? MACE?
OMG. That's....just not right. I mean, first--go home, students. This is not worth protesting. And second--cops? Really? MACE?
The crowd of students has already torn down two streetlights. Seems like the tear gas (or whatever they're using -- is there a difference between tear gas and mace? Different tweeters are using different words) has convinced the students to leave downtown, but they're headed back toward the administration building.
The crowd of students just overturned a news van.
I have mixed feelings about the graduate assistant. He told God, in the form of Paterno. He told the guy over the campus police. He may have thought that there was nothing else he could do. What I can't fathom is how he could have continued to work with those people.
I don't understand why he didn't tell the ACTUAL police. Even an anonymous tip would have been better.
I don't understand why he didn't tell the ACTUAL police.
This is what always boggled me about the sex scandals in the Catholic church. Don't go to the fucking Bishop.
Yeah, that's where I'm having a throwdown with my hs chem teacher. Mother of boys! She's all hurt that being a mandated reporter, telling your boss is insufficient. I'm coming down hard... -er, tomorrow. Bed now.
Though I did turn my son into a bar tender cause I couldn't reach the bottle. Bad-mom.
Pfft! Unless you also poured a shot of Fernet down your son's throat, you're coping with stress while also teaching CJ valuable bar tending skills. I say awesome-mom.
Suzi, I'm sorry. And shrift's right, you're a good mom.
