Both work and school where canceled, so I did a bit of painting and slept in!
life
Posted by admin
on January 28, 2009
American Indian, Family, Native American, NDN, social justice / No Comments
American Indian, Family, Native American, NDN, social justice / No Comments
Adoption of an American Indian Child is regulated differently than all other adoptions. It has to meet the Indian Child Welfare Act, where in most cases a American Indian child must be adopted by an American Indian.
Why?
The removal of Indian children from their families
A 1976 study by the Association on American Indian Affairs found that 25 to 35% of all Indian children were being placed in out-of-home care. Eighty-five percent of those children were being placed in non-Indian homes or institutions.
Unger, Steven, ed., The Destruction of American Indian Families, New York: Association on American Indian Affairs, 1977, p.1.
Last night it was really cold, and I was wearing my new winter coat, and my hair is super short and Ferris was down to 1/4 of a tank. I knew on the way home I was going to have to get gas.
So I stopped at the full service station sort of near my house. That is the last time I make that bright decision.
First of all the Pump guy (PG) didn’t know how to take my locking gas cap off. Idiot. I had to get out and do it myself. Then he let my tank over flow. Idiot. Then he stood there, looking at it for a few minutes the entire time I’m yelling at him from inside my car. He wipes a bit of excess off the rim. And then asks me what is wrong with my car. Idiot. The sensor is in the pump not my car. Idiot. Then I tell him I’m not paying for the gas HE SPILT. That’s when PG really set me off. He said “not my problem.” I asked him if there was a manager on duty. He said no. I asked him if his boss was around. He said no. I got out of my car locked it. And went inside. The entire time PG was telling me “not my problem you own 17 dollars”. They much older guy who spoke English better was behind the counter. I said. “this idiot just over filled my tank and expects me to pay for what he put on the ground.” They guy behind the counter asked me how much, I told him it was a good gallon. And that his boy also doesn’t know how to take off a locking gas cap. Or how to ask for instructions. And he didn’t wipe the extra gas off the side of my car. Counter guy charged me ten.
Then
oh then…
I walking back to my car, I had to look around for a squeegie, and wipe off my car myself and the entire time PG KEPT SAYING NOT MY PROBLEM YOUR CAR BROKE.
I was annoyed and pissed.
I just turned to him and said, “listen dude, a trained monkey could do your job, I know its cold, but I had to get out of my car 2 times. And you took2 minutes after you over filled my car to ask me for the money. That pause means you know you did something wrong. Get the fuck away from me and grow a set of balls to admit when you did something wrong that way when a woman with a dress coat and multi colored hair asks you if there is a manager on duty, you could just cough up the 3 bucks yourself an not get in trouble with your boss.” *door slam drive away*
Idiots. What? was I supposed to just roll over. yeah right, and I was born yesterday.
I have class tonight, and I have to swing by the bursars office before I get there. oy.
I am a little nervous, its mostly becasue I don’t want to screw up. And I still havent heard back from the dean about the grade I am protesting; so I should see if she is in before I head over to class too. And I should also swing by the bookstore.
My first all weekend class is Feb 7th and 8th. I know I just need to get back into the groove of things, and I need to really sort out what I want to do for my thesis.
Sigh. Its cold, I didnt sleep well last night. I’m just going to whine. Its my blog I can whine if I want to right? WHHHHHHHINE. There I feel a little bit better.
Ok, my boss is excusing me a little bit early so I can take care of that stuff. Off I go.
I will be tinkering with the appearance of the new blog for a little while.
One thing to realize though is as of Monday I will be back in school for the spring semester. Ugh. Statistics. Im not looking forward to statistics.
But the other thing is Im trying to be calm, be rational, but damn. Why am I still single? srsly. Do I smell funny or something?
http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=13273757
I just got this, I can’t wait til he arrives.
So this weekend was filled mostly with sleeping and shoveling.
Seriously.
I didnt get anything done that I wanted to.
And Im not sure how this happened but I have 7 days until classes start up again.
Sigh.
seriously our lease isnt up for another 8 months! And they are asking us if we are going to renew or not already. I think Im staying, but need to talk to roomies about it
But hey, this weekend when I have time I’ll make it pretty.
So I am convinced that I am going to get fired, and I am convinced that Im going to fail out of grad school. But what else is new? actually the fear is deeper this time.
