A loss of life is nothing to be happy about. Death is death. I wish more people would realize that color is just a pigment of the skin and if i could go back in time and change history i would. I would of smacked sense into our founding fathers and maybe the word racism wouldn’t pop up it seems like every time you turn around, oh that was racially motivated and this was racially motivated. I am not saying that it isn’t a possiblity but people wait until the investigation is over. And if there is so much of this racial issues going on then maybe someone who is high up in the government should investigate. I believe in treating people the way they treat me despite their differences. We are all different in some way but we should learn to respect these differences. Stop blaming the hoodies, its a article of clothing for crying out loud. I understand that perceptions of someone wearing one can make impressions but we must remember to look beyond that. A death of a person is wrong no matter what skin color they are or what color skin the person who killed them is. I pray for his family to find peace and that the truth comes to surface and that people everywhere reflect on the loss of life and that we should treasure each other and punishment fits the crime.
I was surprised to learn that there has been so many young adults and children earlier in history connected with violence. I remember how afraid I was when i was in high school about bomb threats and shooters. I never really thought that it would happen in my school and thankfully our school didn’t have a tragedy like Chardon. We did have bomb threats but nothing happened. It is sad though because people are all fired up to fix the violence problem yet a little later on and there is another school shooting, it is almost like we set things on the back burner and worry about it later or after it is too late .
Growing up in high school, I was bullied, not nearly as bad as some of my friends. It does change you and it makes you constantly check yourself and wonder what is wrong with yourself. I realized that it doesn’t matter what anyone says about my looks, personality, etc but how Ifeel about it. It gives you empowerment to realize that you were made the way you were for a reason. You have to accept your faults, yes it isn’t as easy as it sounds especially with society putting its two cents and dollars worth of you should be like this. People need to learn to respect one another for their differences and faults.
I hope to inspire confidence into people just like people have inspired me.
Learning about a program on campus that i had no idea exists before really inspired me. It inspires me to be the best that i can be because i can make a difference in someone else’s life just like these student teachers will. It made me branch out and explore a little more. These students are just like me, struggling to get an education while working and sometimes having to quit and give up a full-time job just to continue their education. This is something I may have to do this summer because it will be my last class before I graduate and I still need to do my internships. Gina, Frank, and Amy are all inspirations to me and I hope that some day I will be able to see them in action and see what they will bring to the future generations of students that will come through their classrooms. I enjoyed listening to them about their research projects and admired how diverse a group of students can be.