Quote: ~Welcome to my bar, pull up a stool and have a few shots. I am the mother of a beautiful, yet challenging son with autism. And yes, I'm a witch.
Today in 2nd period they had a writing assignment dealing with the holocaust. It always makes me psyically ill when we have to go over that. It sickens me to the core that people are like that to each other. That that crap still goes on. Next class was tutorial and one of my favorite boys confided in me his no so nice first years of his life. That made me even more sad that a mother was that way to her child. I then had to hunt down a teacher for their signature on some paper work and stumbled upon the "crash" assembly. With prom coming up, the school wanted to make sure to drive home the point of not drinking and driving. I thought I walked on to a Hollywood movie set. They spared no exspense at making their point. We had several fire trucks, ambulances and police. We had over turned cars and "victims". We had "dead bodies" and crying, hysterical survivors. The ambulances "took away" the "injured" and used the jaws of life on those "trapped" in one of the cars. I lost it when a "mother" came to the scene and started crying over her dead child. The ladies next to me started dabbing thier eyes too. They were moms of teenagers. They were watching thier worst fears in front of them. I had to leave at that point. I sure as hell had enough depressing crap for one day. I hope to God it left an impression on those kids and they use some common sense.