My Life............(being reserved, well sort of..)

This shit was not edited: a true blog post

The first battle of the day, was a hang over. GRE classes in 830am but breakfast came at 11am becuz some odd reason restaurantes open later in the summa day.

But luckily in the GRE Class, the subject was Math and I was two pages ahead. I love math, just don't want to be graded on it. It loses all the fun that way.

So I got rain on again.I didnt except that shit becuz according to movie(Evan Almighty) , this wasnt suppose to happen to September 22nd, midday.

Blast music, been really feeling Lil Wayne tracks. The talented 9th talent, I am tenth. I am always the best in my mind. It's my life. .....

Went out again, Stood some ppl up, met up with others. Too less hours in the night. Sorry, but you can find me where ever the alcki at. I drunk some gold. Holla at the picture, to get it. It taste like cinnamon.....

Like I said before I was really reserved today.(pat on the back for me)

My fellow researcher will be picking me up at 8am, to go to Danville to collect data on our research. I am excited. I actually called myself a nerd today, I sound more like one.(even when I am drunk I am talking about my research, and I wear glasses)....................

Music is my pusher...................pushes me forward...............let me go...................blast that shit up........volume 100, 150 if it goes that high........and sometime i cry when no one can hear me..(note to myself, omit last sentence)


Holla for the holiday, just another day to take a drink or two

THIS IS FOR THE POEM

In the poem below, there are no TYPOs , It is just written in the way it is pronouce

My Life..............( with deaf ears...........)

Inspired by Kanye West new hit " You Can't tell me nothing..."

Excuse Me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing. nothing,
uh un, can't tell me nothing

Woke up with a permanent mark, which affects all from my speech to the way I march
But maybe I should forget the truth
instead of remembering in a different view
and they say they can give me advice
but I say you haven't live my life
It is like my heart dress err-day
wearing sunshades to block all the hate-away
..and titles got them blind,
my fam say too much knowledge destroys the mind

Excuse Me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing, nothing,
uh un, can't tell me nothing

my fam only understood Chi's hood
so now when i talk, it's so misunder'stood
it is like a change of my dialect,
only forfiet respect
and make em connect less
senseless
two choices,
learn or be reckless

Excuse Me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing, nothing,
uh un, can't tell me nothing

.......And my momma told me to look to the sky for luv
But it was always too much polution to see the peace doves
I come from the land of the homocides,
....the suicides,
.. Chi's worst side, the southside
Where numbness allow strangers to just pass by
...too many gun shots to hear a cry wail why
.pick up a bottle and pour Henny fo sentiment
I turn my back side to the neighborhood resident
because helping ppl who dont want it, never made any sense
But until we finally find what heaven sent
I sip my volka until I see something differ'ent

la laa lala wait till I get my money right
la laa lala then u cant tell me nothing right

Excuse Me, is you saying something?
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing., nothing
Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing


Holla

My Life ............(with boys..........)

The other title to this will be....

Throw rocks at Boys

So who calls me atleast three times this week. Coby, and I told myself that I will call him after the third time because it might be important. Well that was an hour ago and I called back and got his voicemail. He calls me back and I actually ran to the phone because I know how angry he gets when I don't pick up fast enough. ( I think it is funny how he still got me in check.) So what do he want................

Shit!, he wants nothing. He just nicely ask how I was doing, why I didnt pick up the first time he called that week, why I have an attitude when I see him, when was the last time I was in the Chi, when am I coming back, and how long will I be awake. He tells me about his new job and some other BS that I don't care about. (I dont really like talking to Ex's)

Anywayz................

I glad to know he is doing good still.

Shout-out to the honesty box, and to all the shy boys out there. So I love the honesty box, I got all goodness from it. But some ppl talk wack like this one " I can't keep my eyes off of u, ur type is as rare as a flying saucer."---I say, nyce try, (thank you???!) well the guy before that, I could tell who he was by the way he writes, an old old old Ex(like 6 years ago), and he was like we should meet up and talk about somethings, (and I am thinking why do people put stuff in the anonomous box when u can still tell it is them.)

So fastforward to RORY, a great guy, a really great guy. The type of guy that I need in my life instead hoodboyz like Coby. I think Rory might be the guy that makes me mature. He always is sending me stuff on facebook. And I think it is adorable that he gets nervous around me . I always rudely laugh at him in his face when this happens. (I think it is funny) I still wonder why he continue to like me after things like this. I like him, because he makes me feel special. And one day I will tell him, not just in the anonomous Honesty facebook box..(smiles, I know I am a dork.)

Holla
Don't forget to throw rocks at boyz....

My Life .............(without sleep......)

Shit, I have an WHOLE mutha fuqing annotating bilbiography to do...And what do I do, try some Peel, a wine kooler, and have a shot of Tattoo. Shit thats how it is, whatever get you through the day. In the morning my paper will be DONE, and I will be there for my 830 am class, I will be prepared for my 12pm and 4pm meeting.....And I will be ready for my $750 check, this is my life..................I get by on minimum, but yet my shit is better than the next. I can get my G, to proof read my annotated paper. I got too many friends to do work...I am watching TV bitoches...............


JK, i love everyone, and I dont use my friends, I JUST ask for favors...smiles

My Life...(seriously said...)

Within a year many friends started family, starting a new life while some lost their life......

Some people dug holes for themselves and other set better goals for themselves...

I saw one of my friends drink alcohol when she was pregnant because she didn't want to have it...She waited last minute to get prenatel care. She had the baby...

While another friends visit me with the son she had freshman year, she had gave up smoking weed when she was pregnant. But now, she laugh with amusement talking about how her son can take a hit of weed like a "Man"

One of my friends from back home, decided to have an abortion. A month later after the baby would have been due, the Father was murdered....

A friend from Highschool, who was always the class clown in Elementary school but somehow went a little krazy and tense in High School . Was shot in the head and killed earlier this year.

More of friends do drugs now, ..I found out that atleast 2 people I know do Coke... these people are my age...Another friend of mines is a prositute....

I just wait, sit and wait for the next Bullshit to happen...no more surprises, because I expect it. My sisters can't even give me advice for Life anymore, because their morals are lower. My oldest use to be able to tell me anything, but now I realize she still have a street mentality. She lives on Chicago's southside. So I learn life lessons alone, because no one can really help me........So I write and write and think and think of something that will make things all better. Sometimes I come up with the solution that I should just leave ppl behind. My Uncle told me when he was driving me up to school freshman year, that sometimes it is okay to not come home because sometimes your old life messes up your new life. I thought about and I decided I couldn't do it. I have to stay with my fam through hard times and harder times....Maybe I will prove to them that life can be different.............................................................................................

A Short Post

Today was a good day. I accomplished alot of things including combing my hair and cleaning up the house. This week I will continue studying for the GRE and working on my research paper which I have not started yet. *It might be one of those week where I am 'anti-social'*.

This coming up weekend(forreal this time), I will be going to Chicago. This time for the Taste of Chicago. This shall be a buzy day because everyone strangly expect me to go with them. IF I can get Jager, my sister, Jo(sette), and Rory to all come at the same time, then I wont have to disappoint anyone.

Right now I am enjoying my air condition and some ice cream laughing at all the people who sweat; who sweat like 'normal' people because they cant swim in the oceam. How unfortunate is that lifestyle.....

Until I bloody write again, I wish all the best....:)

My Life..........(rudely said..)

Yes, I know it have been awhile since I last post and a lot has happen.

In this blog, I would just like to spend time to show the world how rude I really am.........

About mid last week, one of my friends IM me and we was talking and he needed his CD-Rom back. No, Prob except for he tells me that he is not in town and he ask me to give it directly to his friend. That kool too. His friend IM me. I copy the IM and look it up on facebook to see who it is. I realize that it is a Frat boy that my friends and I started up a rumor about saying he was a rapist. (which means that it is true.)
So this guy is African and has a African name and last time I saw him I was drunk and we had a argument on why I shouldn't have to call him by his name because I can't pronounce it. (rude, right) Well anyways. Back to right now, this guy is not as smart as me and doesnot use facebook as a tool.(obviously)
(so what happen is) I saw this guy, wave, he waved back and kept walking. !??!?!?So I just started to walked away because it was hot outside and I was piss. By the time he calls me, I am a halve of block away, I make him walk to me. I talk about his Black shirt and jeans he was wearing in this hott ass weather. He tries to make it up to me by walking me to my next location. Then I talk about his long African name again and reason why I will never call him by it. (mainly because I can't pronounce it) This rapist boy has the boldness to grab my hand in this hott ass weather, hold it, and say when we meet again I will teach you. I look at him and was like, what nerve, what nerve. Then I left.....

MORE RUDENESS
So most times, I dont have time to please everyone. And It always happen, where I overplan my schedule and Thursday night was no exception. I figure I would just stay at home but then I decided to go out with Yoon because she was in town for the day and she was telling me how her phone book got erase and she didn't have anyone phone number. (The thing about that night was that EVERYBODY and their mama was out . So I ran into everyone, I told that I wasn't going out to).
I RAN INTO
--> the people who pool party I didnt go to
-->the person who phone call I didnt answer
--> the people who I decided last minute to not hang out with
--> and one of my friend, who think I am her best friend, saw me at IHOP

about the last one, she honestly think that I do her bogus,(it is just always bad timing.) Like on her surprise bday party, was also the same day my ankle got sprain and I was sick. Her other house party was the same day as Rugby Banquet. And the other night she saw me out. It is always bad timing, I say...nothing personal...One day to prove to her I was neglected her I decided to go out with her to ALL you can Eat Winf night unfortunately for me, it was right before practice.....

Other reason why I am rude...
because I never made it to Chicago this weekend. Yesterday I didnt leave because it was raining. Today when I went to the bus stop, tickets were sold out. So I had to call my mom and tell her I wasn't coming. I had to call my sister and tell her that I wasn't gonna be at my neice 1st birthday party...

Another reason why I am rude..
because I am tooo honest, I was talking to one of my friends who already have kids and we were talking about what will happen in the next Ten years and I was like, "In ten year I will be having my kids, and You would be having your GRANDKIDS, then they can play together." Then I laugh at her face. I thought it was funny.................

My Life As A....(sister)

So I am going do this chronologically.........................

I have a sister name Irene. I never really got a change to know her, but I did go to her funeral. R.I.P.

I have a sister name Margaree. We share the same mother and she is two years older than me. Our mother died when I was 1 and a half and Margaree was 3, but we was already seperate from our mom before that. Our mom was bad and our family was dysfunctional, Margaree took care of me during those time. We entered foster care and now we had a foster mother to take care of us. I was no longer Margaree responsibility and she now had to figure out her new life, in this new house, new people. She still was dealing with our past life, which was hard for a 3 year old. She acted out. And within a couple of years, our foster mother kicked her out. She bounced around the system. I never really got a chance to know her as a sister, but she is familiar.........

My first foster sister was Evelyn and she holds the spot of being my (active) sister for the longest. She is one year older than me and mentally retarded, but it really doesn't matters. She thinks I am her big sister, plus she looks up to me because she think I am kool. (smiles). I love Evelyn. She been through as much drama as me, but she could never get away from her problems. She could only adjust to it. I think she eat her feelings away. Now she have to see a doctor because of her weight. Sometimes she stop breathing at night...........

My next sister is Krishonda, she is 8 years younger than me. I remember she use to annoy me, but it was normal sister stuff. She was always in my shadow but now she has became her own person. She will be 13 this year, she is growning so fast. We still wrestle, call each other names in fun, and have dance contest. She actually wins most of the times. lol. The special thing about Krishonda is that she is that she will do anything to get my attention. So when I was younger, she use to write stories just to sit by me while I was writing essays. Nowadays she dresses like me and I'll just start taking picture with her because of that. She really know how to get me going in a conversation. All she have to do is talk about me and I am attentive. Then we talk all night about memories, we laugh and throw pillows.

Iesha is 12 years younger than me. Unlike Krishonda and Evelyn who eventually became my adopted sister, Iesha is not which means that she can be taken away from me anyday. I really love Iesha, she reminds me a lot of myself. She is the black sheep of the family. Even tho she is young, she have a good understanding of the politics of our family. She is insighful. She has the best memory in the family. She can repeat everything u say. She is the reason why I matured so much because she showed me my true colors. But similiar to me, she wears a mask and tries to be tough, strong. I let her know that she can behave as a child/kid around me, I will protect her,I will always...She trust me so much. I remember when she first came, she didnt speak or do anything, and I made her laugh, it was hard, but when she smiles, I remember it always and I know that she is a blessings in my life. She laughs, she talks, I mean if u saw her.... When I was a freshman in college and i was leaving home to return to school, she blurted out " I wanna go with u.". It seems that this request was more than visiting her big sister, I felt that she wanted to get away.... I eventually brung her to my apartment over the summer...... She still holds me hand in public and she never disagrees with me. She never want me to be mad, it sometimes is like she is protecting me, making sure that I am always happy. And I try to make her happy like when I came to her school field trip, I wish you could see her face. Even tho it was super hot outside she hung on to me, hugging and skipping....She is the reason why I know I am important.....

Onie is my next sister. I met her when I was 11 and she was 4 years older than me. First we were always agruing, it was a power struggle. Evetually we became best friends and she became one of the first person that listened to me and allow me to share my feelings. She gave me a lot of advice and I became a big follower of her. Yeah, I followed her foot step going to the same highschool and college among other sports and activity that we both did. We went through a lot of drama but we never stop being friends. We both remain devoted to our friendship, we both forgave instantly. She was also one of the first person that appreciate me; atleast showed me that she did. I remember that she shared with me that the letters I wrote her while she was in school was some of the only letters from home she got, and out of the ones she got, that my letters was of the few that were sent solely to express love,(as oppose to ask for things etc.) She told me that she was glad that I call, that it got her through a lot of times that she couldnt yet talk about, times that made her feel worthless. She made me realize how I could help people, could love, could care...and she cared for me, loved me, and helped me..

I have a sister name Joanne. She means so much to me because she never judge me and I love her for that. She never reminded me that I was a different race, had a dialect, or was poor. She laugh at my jokes and she saw me more fully as a person than any one else, it seem. She was a very consistent person and even when we were on different pages, she never abandoned our friendship (which couldve been the easier thing to do). I never cried in front of her but she did see my soul. We didnt agree about everything but she always listened and she never screamed at me, even when I was offensive and drunk. I tested her, o' i really tried to push her away because I didnt think I was worth this type of love. I mean, she had no reason to, she wasn't family, we wasn't even apart of the same struggle in life. Why would a person give me something for nothing, I didnt want her friendship fully because I knew it would hurt when it was gone. ...But she showed me that she would always be my friend because she loved me. Unlike the previous people who I mention which I lived with as actual sisters, me and Jo never lived together, but she loved me as a sister anyhow. She invited me into her home as family..This really meant something to me especially being a child who was sent to foster home because my biological family did not want me......

My Life.....(visiting Grad School:Michigan-Ann Arbor)

For the past two days, I have been at University Of Michigan-Ann Arbor. I really hate talking about school in general so, I am doing this blog in note-type format

Things great about the school-
-(according to them) they are the number one program of my field
-they have a whole building dedicated to my study( compared to U of I's crappy room)
-they have the joint degree for public policy and social work


Bad things about the school-
-cost of attendance per year is ~42k
-they just ended affirmative action and the racial tensions in the states is still there
-the campus is pretty white and pretty conservative (which is a good point when talking about my field, public policy and social work)
-michigan have been having financial troubles as a state and everyone seem to be suffering

Exciting stuff that happened during my visit
-beside the campus being beautiful inside and out, i met some cool people
-i meet a friend that showed me around( it was only one person, in fact everyone else didnt talk at all)
-but the blacks stuck together, the first person was white in case u wanted to know, when i found the afro-department, (which is HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with lots of teacher) they allowed to come to a class and speak and everything, it was awesome, introductions and all, and the boys were hott!!

So over all
I understand that regardless, I am going to be one of the few blacks at any grad program, the school is really beautiful and nyce( expect for the republican, lol, jk), cost of attention is high but the school may have the #1 program -and the joint degree(s) i want for Ph.D ( which is a 6 year program)

-----------so yeah I will apply

also i am applying to U of I-urbana, U of Chicago(which I need to visit), UIC

thats four so far

My Life As A....(Student; specific-ly a Psych Major)

Well this post will be a little different than my regular post. I choose to just talk about some observation I saw today and also bring up some old experiences I had.

My Life as a student
Lesson One (Knowledge does not solve problems)

Here, I am referring to people. So I will start off by telling you what I saw today. Of course, I mention that I am a psychology major and I guess this mean that I should be able to recognize certain problems. Today I saw a bunch of marks on someone's forearm. It wasn't random marks, and it definitely looked as if the person had done this to themselve on purpose. (hence the title for this disorder, 'self-injury'.) Now people self injure for many reason, maybe because they are stress out and have no other outlet or maybe to punish themselve among many other reason. So back to the person. This person marks were just below the sleeves and were heal.(it looked like it had been months since the person had done it.) So I just thought that the person did this during the winter when they thought they could hide it. Okay, in this situation, I didn't talk to the person because I didnt know them. But what happens when you do know them..........

Story two. (these are actually true stories) Well I had this friend, a skinny friend, a very skinny friend. Uppermiddle class, white, female (stereotypical image of an 'ana'; slang/short for anorexic person) Well she never admitted anorexia as a current problem, she actually said it was a old problem. She said she used to suffer from bulimia. When we ate together she always ate salad and had alot of vegetable. In fact, her plate was always more full compared to my plate. She had her own room. (which was okay if bulimia was an 'old' problem and not a current problem.) Although she tried to hide it from me, ( her ana prob) by admitting that it was an 'old' problem, I knew she was lying. Why, u might ask. First of all, because as a psych major, you get real familiar with the DSM-IV book(which is the official book for diagnosic of mental disorders). Okay, okay, what I am saying is that I am fimiliar with symptoms other than the most recogniable one of "being underweight." She was taking medicine for amenorrhea and she only did cardio when she exercised. After exercising, she would pass out for up to hours.

In the end, I chose not to confront her about it, one reason is because her medicine was prescribe which meant that the doctor knew, and the second reason was because she still was telling me that she didnt have a problem.

So what if the situation is your friend that you care about who have a problem and admits it, what do you do. This answer is not always an common sense/easy one. First of all, we all live on the same planet meaning that basicly everyone understand what is culturally right and wrong to do. So here is the problem. Knowledge doesnot solve the problem. Someone admitted casually that they cut themselve on their foot ( on their foot to avoid getting caught) They actually said this to me because I was talking about another person's problem. So the person that I was ,currently, talking to decided to share this with me and they actually said it as tho there was nothing wrong with it. ( like making the point that this was a way better option than doing drugs, for example) I couldn't tell her anything she haven't heard before. I wrongfully felt that if I told her why she shouldn't do it that then she would stop. WRONG, back to my pervious story, I am sure my friend fighting against anorexia knows that it is not healthy for her body. And the girl I was talking to now, probably understood the problems of self-mutilation better than I. So, even in this situation I decided to do nothing
...Alyeah, the reason she was doing it was because she needed to stay focus on her studies, when she didn't stay on track, she would just punish herself....( if that makes sense)

My whole point in this blog, is for people to understand that knowledge doesn't solve all problems. I am pretty sure, for example, that drug addicts understand that drugs are bad. So what do you do to convince another person to change????? I don't know, but what I can say is to start with your problem. Admit to yourself your flaws and maybe one day you can testify what you over came..... for me, I am a person who drink too much, eat too much/too little(depend actually on what part of the year it is, or even what part of the month).................So yeah

*Sometimes on Life's "test", we have similiar problems....

My Life As A(n)....(Athlete)

So today, I woke up around 10am and had chips and salsa....Yeah, I know, what about cereal or your usually, oatmeal and OJ?...There was no milk and I actually did have my morning Orange Juice ( it was a weird mix, chips, tomatoes and oranges...)....So fastfowarding the boring part...Muthio( aka my roommate) woke up an hour later and we got ready to go to the gym..... I was a FUN day, Good times.

AT the Gym..So first ( our new summer routine) we start on the stepping machine, then some weight machine (today was upper body), and then we end with bikes. We always make sure we do cardio, weights, cardio. The gym was actually empty compare to the previous days, so Muthio (Mu for short) wanted to play some BBall. BUT then we was S.O.L (so outta luck) when we saw that those few ppl playing basketball decided to play full court....

ANYWAYZ. New Plan. Racket Ball. It was PERFECT because I love to embrass myself and I also had a lot of energy still. During the 'game', I told Mu that I was missing the ball because I had salty sweat in my eye. lol. After awhile I thought it would be funny to make the Serena Williams noise when I swung at the ball. ( I really hope the room was sound proof.)

We left, but we were still energized, so we went on an "adventure." (For those of you who know me and had the privilege to go on one of these adventures, u know what this awesome, fun thing means.You can skip the explanation part)

Kim Dictionary
Adventure-to go to a place that you would not normally go to and/or 2. to go to a place without permission.
Examples. One of my friends and I randomly "adventured" around a Korean church one day. It was nothing big, I just got bored wanted to see something new, do something different.
Eample #2. Well one day, me and another black girl was suppose to take an "adventure" to a Tanning Salon. But, I actually punked out, but it was only because I was suppose to set up a tanning appointment
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So back to today. Me and Mu new adventure.
So like I said before, Mu wanted to play Basketball and there so happen to be an indoor court by us. Only one problem, it belongs to Uni High and it also was closed. We checked the door and the building door was unlock. The building was empty and we started to look for the courts. FOUND IT. ..but it was lock, too. I ran into some girl and she unlock it with no question. She actually looked like she was leaving her job early or doing something she wasnt suppose to. Well anyway, we had 3 courts all to ourselves. It was fun, it was even fun running suicides and laps. I really love it when I get to have things my way.

A whole hour had passed before someone came and told us we wasn't suppose to be there. But it was kool. Getting caught was nothing. I always said to myself, if I ever got caught and was in trouble that I would say my name was "joanne" or something. But luckily, he didnt ask for a name.

We left....It was a good day today......

* These are the things that make memories

My Life...(with My Roommate)

Today was a fun and exciting day. I am firm believer that you can never spoil yourself too much. So like I said before, today was declared 'shopping day' by me. We woke up and

drove(which means my roommate drove) and headed towards Indiana. We hit up two malls, including the downtown Indianapolis mall called the 'Circle Center'. It was packed because today was also a Jazz festival which was held up the street. I wasted like $400 dollars on kool klothes such as some chuck taylors, a kool klassy Express shirt, and a Volcom shirt, to name a few favorites.

We took a break from shopping and went to watch 'Ocean 13', which was better than ever. MY FAVORITE PERSON WAS IN IT..(Oprah, if u didnt know)

My roommate's friend owns a local club. He is Kenyan and his audience is too. I got him to put a Rugby game on the pojector. The game was French vs. All Blacks. You already know who won. Just a few comments about the game. On the Nzee team, the number 7 played way better than number 14. ( this is a diss to a certain reader.) Also, on the French team, there was a beast, a hairry beast, called "Chabal". Scary, yeah...............................

Anyway, this was my fun and exciting day.

*Don't you love roommates

My Life... (Without A Clock)

So today I woke up 2 hours later than I planned, didnt set the alarm, but it is kool because my lab hours are flexi.. Stayed during lunch but disappeared at 2 to go bowling, my roommate picked me up. See she starts Grad school next week and there was a social for new students. So no one knew that I didnt belong and it was free pizza for me. Went back to Lab and stayed for a couple of more hours

I called one of my friends to plan a summer picnic. I dont even know how to cook so I think I am going to buy already cook food.

My roommate declared today as "Sober Free Day" so I guess that means we are going to party hardy tonight, even tho I declared tomorrow as shopping day. So yeah, we just gonna have to fight through a hang over tomorrow morning as we drive 2 and a half hours to a kool mall we want to go to. Hey it is summer, summer is for road fun.

Before the day is over, I have to go to the gym. It have been packed lately with weird ppl and BBall heads.

*Living Life, hour by Hour

My Life As A (super hero).....

Unlike the kool ones on tv with the cape and spandex, I like to wear polos. But maybe costume is symbolic for something like job title ( like business suit or the robe of the judge) or some shit like that ..See, I know I want to help people, aka be someone hero, and also ,I know that I want to advocate

So here is where I am at in regards to my mission………

So right now, I am working with a research team studying relationships between Meth addicted parents and their children in foster care. The goal here is to find the best way to help the child emotionally, which would in turn positively affect other parts of their lives. (Like performance in school).

This study is really interesting. The children have symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, (Look it up on google.com.)and I figure the most important thing for these kids is parental guidance and relationship ( a healthy, positive one, of course ) which they are not receiving. And also these kids need stability which is not being granted due to the frequent changes of placement ( a consequence of being in the foster care system)

--->So here is where I come in, I need to figure out how exactly how I fit in here ( in long term) I think I want to build a website for foster children. Especially since, all website about foster care is geared toward the foster parent, social worker, and every other type of adult role.

A website, I feel, will create some stability because you can maintain relationship even when you change location or lose numbers. It will be a great way for mentorship. Former foster youth ( now grown) can talk with current foster youth about subjects of interest.

I plan on speaking with other Youth Adult I know who do similar work as me and is involved in similar programs. I have to start emailing now and getting some people together. Hopefully this shit work; I am real passionate about this.


*This is my life