Think Before you Type

“How does it feel to be the most hated person right now?”
“I can’t wait to hear about you getting stomped to the curb.”bully
“You’re worthless!”
“You are nothing but a slut”
“You gave me the clap.”
“You ugly cow, stay away from my boyfriend.”
“The world is better without you.”
“You will never amount to anything.  Just go die!”

These are just a few things some people are told on a daily basis.  Over the past decade, bullying has became more frequent in every day life.  Technology has helped improve life but also destroy it at the same time.  Every day, thousands of people cry themselves to sleep over cyber bullying.

What exactly is cyber bullying?  According to the Merriam Webster Dictionary, cyber bullying is “the electronic posting of mean-spirited messages about a person (as a student) often done anonymously.”  What’s even worse than the thought of bullying is the statistics:

  • About 42 percent of kids have been bullied while online with one in four being verbally attacked more than once.
  • About 35 percent of kids have been threatened online.
  • About 58 percent of kids and teens have reported that something mean has been said about them or to them online.
  • Other bullying statistics show that about 77 percent of students have admitted to being the victim of one type of bullying or another.
  • The American Justice Department bullying statistics show that one out of every 4 kids will be bullied sometime throughout their adolescence.
  • 46 percent of males followed by 26 percent of females have admitted to being victims in physical fights as reported in one report of bullying statistics by the Bureau of Justice School

Everyone has either been a victim of cyber bullying or knows someone who has, I myself have been a victim.  When you go out of your way to bully someone in such a form you are not only hurting them mentally but ruining his/her reputation; if you post on a site such as Topix that a teacher is doing drugs, that teacher could lose their job and never get hired again.  How would you feel if someone ruined your whole life because they sent a pointless comment for the whole world to see?

 

Before bullying someone you need to think.  Until you are the one thinking about how the world would be better without you, taking a blade across your body to relieve your emotional pain, the one crying yourself to sleep every night, the one thinking of ways to die and so forth you don’t know the pain.  “The boy you punched in the hall today, committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today, she’s a virgin. The boy you called lame, he has to work every night to support his family. That girl you called fat, she’s starving herself. The old man you made fun of because of the ugly scars, he fought for our country. The boy you made fun of for crying, his mother is dying. You think you know them. Guess what? You don’t!”
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Put yourself in their shoes. Think before you type!

 

 

Sources
http://www.bullyingstatistics.org/content/bullying-statistics.html

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A Fair is a Place Where you Ride Rides and eat Cotton Candy

If I had a dime for every time I heard, “Life’s not fair; a fair is a place where you ride rides and eat cotton candy,” I would be rich.  I’m sure everyone has had an experience leaving them feeling something wasn’t fair.  Recently, I have been faced with a situation leaving me questioning how things are so unfair; I have found a large group being punished for the actions of one person.

Everyone being punished for the actions of a select few is a situation that happens constantly.  It can happen in a classroom, at your job, in a hotel, at a business, in a living environment, and so forth.  While I understand getting to the “truth” is important, is it really fair to punish a group?  You know what I’m talking about, for example, class acts up for a substitute and the next day the entire class (including students not present) are punished.

While this punishment does show that actions have consequences, however, I don’t agree with it.  I feel to prove the point only the ones who created the problem should be “punished.”  If the antagonist is unknown, there shouldn’t be a punishment as it’s difficult to assure the right person is being punished.

I have realized that this form of punishment does teach that actions affect everyone around you, however,mI do not agree with it.  We can all take a step in helping someone’s life be a little more fair; stop punishing everyone around for the actions of a select few.

Calling all Girls

Every girl growing up knows of at least one mean girl, that one girl who does everything she can to put another down. Many would assume that dealing with a mean girl will end after high school, but unfortunately there is not a stage in life that one doesn’t have to deal with a mean girl.  I’m 21 years old, and I still encounter mean girls daily.

What exactly is a mean girl? She is someone that is always put together, has “the look,” confident, and intimidating.  She is one who likes to take others down and get others involved in the process.  She is one who enlists others to do the “dirty work.”  She is one who causes the target person to react and lash out.  Mean girls go in packs; they are never alone.  Like Irene Levine, author of “Why are Women so Mean to Each Other” stated, “These mean girls may not fight with their fists but they can inflict terrible emotional pain on their targets.”

Some mean girls never grow up and continue the same behavior as an adult. Rachel Giese, author of “Female Bullying,” said, “The [aggressive] behaviour just gets a little more polished and subtle [as we get older]. You know the transformation: The cool girl in chemistry class who didn’t invite you to her post-graduation party becomes the office diva who “forgets” to forward you an important email at work. The fair-weather friend who flirted with your first crush turns into the frenemy who won’t keep her manicured mitts off your fiancé.”

There are multiple ways to stop the mean girl streak in any environment.  If dealing with a mean girl in the school environment you should tell a trusting adult, it’s important to get things off your chest.  The two most common solutions in both environments are to ignore and convey confidence; if the mean girl sees that she is not getting to you she’ll get tired and move on.  Another solution is to find the mean girls weakness, this means you make her feel bad about what she’s doing to where she isn’t able to make a comeback.  Avoid the mean girl every way possible; remember it’s important to be the bigger person. 1e0a6f02aae3d2c8c661b4aba6a2ab58It’s sad that girls are constantly cutting one another down. Calling someone fat won’t make you any skinnier; calling someone stupid doesn’t make you any smarter; ruining someone’s life won’t make yours any better.  I call girls to be part of a solution rather than a problem. Be your own person; be a leader, rather than a follower.

Sources

Why are women so mean to each other?

Female Bullying

Happy Birthday!

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I feel today, and every other day, people should shout a blessing because this woman is around. She is beautiful, hard working, caring, supportive, and so much more; she is truly everything I hope to be!  This woman is by far the best leader I have ever met; she is always there for others to help motivate towards pursuing a dream.  She is the guidance counselor of a high school and I have seen students from other schools come to her for help, and of course she helps in any way that she can.  I have known this woman for 21 years and I wouldn’t trade a second of our time together.  This woman is my mother, Mrs. Corbett, as many know her.  I do not know what I would do without my mom; she has been there for me from day one and I know she will continue to do so in the future.

When people ask who a role model is most reply with someone famous, I reply with a grin of pride and say it’s my mother! It brightens my day when someone shares a memory they have of my mom: whether it be her being the reason for a student receiving Saturday school, how she inspired a student to do something with his/her life, how she took a student under her wing, how you can hear her coming down the hall because of her heels, etc. these stories make me realize how blessed I am to be able and say “that’s my mom”.

While I know you don’t like attention on your birthday, I wanted to take a moment to wish you a very Happy Birthday anyway! Thank you for everything you have done for me over the years, I couldn’t have made it without you.  Just remember, the whole state celebrates your birthday as basketball can officially begin 😉

Memories, Traditions, Photographs Etched in the Heart

“A memory is a photograph taken by the heart to make a special moment last forever.”

Have you ever found yourself taken back in time because you heard that specific song, read that one line, or stumbled across a certain picture?   As the holidays approach, I have found myself reminiscing on the memories I have built with my family and friends.
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“In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived 12 little girls in two straight lines. In two straight lines they broke their bread and brushed their teeth and went to bed. They left the house at half past nine in two straight lines in rain or shine-the smallest one was Madeline.”  My addiction to Madeline was unreal which left my Halloween costume in 2004 unquestionable, I was going to be my favorite little girl from Paris; little did I know then that it would be a Halloween I would remember for the rest of my life.  That Halloween I ended up getting strep throat which meant I wasn’t going to get to go trick-or-treating or even dress up.  Knowing I was so upset, my mom agreed to let me wear my costume down to MomMom and DaddyDick’s (my dad’s parents), and she would take my brother trick-or-treating.  On his own, my brother decided to take my bag to trick or treat for me and get me candy as well to make up for a terrible Halloween for his little sister.

Thanksgiving also tugs at my heartstrings.  Both of my grandmother’s watch the parades in the morning, if we are not together we call each other to talk about the balloons, the bands, the artists but my favorite is always Hello Kitty which my Gram (my mom’s mom) calls “Miss Kitty.”  Every year after Thanksgiving dinner, the grandchildren all get to make Christmas ornaments with Gram.  She is always so creative with the craft of the year.  My family also celebrates Advent;  for those that do not know, Advent is a period of preparation for Christmas that happens the four Sundays before as well as Christmas Eve.  Advent for us isn’t the traditional Advent, however.  Each week, we do light a candle (1 for week 1, 2 for week 2, and so forth leading to 5 on Christmas Eve), we listen to Christmas music (mainly Johnny Mathis) while ringing jingle bells, telling stories of different memories, ending each week with saying something we are thankful for (excluding friends and family), and end with Gram reading “A Cajun Night Before Christmas” on Christmas Eve in full Cajun dialect.  On Christmas morning, the children are not allowed to get out of bed until they hear the sound of the Christmas Bell, a tradition that has been carried for decades.  My great grandmother started this to keep the young children in bed until the adults were ready to start the day.  As years have passed, I have found myself cherishing these memories.

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I have learned over time that memories are what make your life worth living.  So, take lots of pictures, keep a journal, listen to music, do anything to make a memory!

My Guiding Star

This post is going to be one of the hardest I have written.  October 3, 2011 my life took a drastic change, a change that will play on repeat in my mind forever.

Like every day before, I called my mom on my way to basketball practice.  When mom finally answered she was whispering and being short.  I just assumed she was in a meeting and that was why she got off the phone quickly.  Without thinking another thing about it I went on to practice.

After practice, to my surprise I seen my mom and Gram (her mom) waiting for me. I drove my car back to the parking garage and got in the car with them so we could all go get some ice-cream.  When we reached the dorm parking lot we sat and talked about different things.  The mood completely changed however when mom said to me, “Sarah, I have something to tell you. DaddyDick (my dad’s dad) has passed away.”  I know she kept talking, but the rest is a blur.

We sat in the parking lot for what seems like forever in complete silence until we all went back into my dorm room.  That night was one of the longest nights I have had, it was filled with tears and flashbacks.  I started thinking about the times I would sit with him while Mommom (dad’s mom) would go grocery shopping, about him walking through town finding all the change on the ground that he could, him turning the volume on the television up loud because everyone in the house was too loud, and various different memories.  All I wanted was to be home with my family  but we all knew how he would have wanted me to finish out the week like nothing had happened, so that is exactly what I did.  I looked out of my bedroom window and there was only one star in the sky, the thought of him being that star brought me great comfort. “Perhaps those stars aren’t stars, they are the loved ones watching over us telling us they are happy up there, with God.♥ ” “is the granddaughter of the biggest and brightest star in the sky*♥*”

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As terrible as this memory is I am reminded daily of the love he had for his family.  It gives me comfort knowing he is my guiding star.  Remember to make each day and each moment count!