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You Mad Bro?

Why do people get mad at you when you let them know that whatever they said or did upset you?
Boiling it down:  they are mad at you, because they did something wrong –period.

What happened to, “I’m sorry.”  “I didn’t know that hurt your feelings.”  “I didn’t realize….”  ???

OR THE DREADED…

“I was wrong.”  ???

I have gotten this attitude with students several times over the years.  They say something smart, goofy or against rules (like spray paint on the sidewalk “accidentally” by the art room when they KNOW not to spray paint anywhere NEAR the sidewalk). and when I correct them, they are like, “WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAT?!?”   I’ve had students smart off, turn red and get angry, put their head down on the desk and not talk (I like that one) and leave my room.  Thinking back, I giggle about it.  I mean, really?  They did something wrong… I asked them to stop or correct something and BAM..I’m the bad guy?  Now I’m like, “Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat???”

This doesn’t just happen in the classroom.  It happens EVERYWHERE!  Most of the time it’s called–DRAMA.

What starts out as a simple confrontation, turns ugly.  One person lets the other person know they feel bad or sad about something the other person did…then blah blah blah, I hate you, blah blah blah, let’s stop being friends or get a divorce and talk bad about each other until we don’t even remember what started all the crazy in the first place.

These days, adults and youth alike seem to run to the internet to start the social media plethora of drama as well.  They hit facebook, twitter, instagram, kik, snapchat…. and the list goes on.  There they compose a post of hidden messages and crazy connotations.  It’s insanity!

Why can’t we act like we are supposed to?  Why can’t we just admit what we did was rude or insensitive or baaad?  We make up excuses on why we did it or how we could have done worse.  Wow, that helps the situation.

JUST SAY YOU’RE SORRY!  (( Oh yea, AND MEAN IT! ))

One time, I was riding with a friend in her awesome little fast car when she was pulled over by a state trooper.  I was giving her a hard time about it when he came up to the window.  He asked the standard questions.  Did she know how fast she was going? Honestly she said she really did not know.  We had been talking and she was not paying attention.  Then he asked her the next standard:  Is there a reason you were going 70 miles per hour when the speed limit is 55?  They way she answered him (I can still hear the way she said it) cracks me up to this day when I think of it:  “I was just speedin’.”  HONESTY.  She had no excuse for her crime.  She was speeding.  That was the end.  The trooper wasn’t rude or nice.  He was matter-of-fact.  She was too.  He pointed to what she did wrong and she admitted to it.  Done.

We need to do this more often.  ADMIT WE WERE WRONG.  Face up to it, take the consequences without griping about it and move forward.  DONE.

The D word.

I didn’t blog yesterday on THE DAY.  I knew I probably wouldn’t.  We are always busy going from one place to another.  Once we were home, I got into bed as soon as I could.  I believe I slept for about 12 hours! haha!  I don’t do that often at all!

Christmas was wonderful.  It truly was.  My face ached many times from laughing or smiling continuously–and not the fake smiling we sometimes do when posing for pictures–my face was truly feeling the event.  My side ached a little from it as well.  We had fun!

The event was a little different than usual.  We saw some family we hadn’t in quite a few Christmases…then there were some close ones absent for the first time.  This did not diminish the joy of the Christmas occasion, but it did make it somewhat different.  The ones separated from us missed out on another awesome time together.

Death did not separate us…but another D word did.

Death is inevitable, we will all do that someday unless, of course, Jesus comes before we die.  Either way, what a wonderful day that will be.  (Reminds me of a song…What a day that will be…when my Jesus I shall see…)

The other d word I’m referring to– although very inevitable– seems to happen in our world more times than not.  It creeps up into the happiest of circumstances and the most harmonious of families.  It works its way into joyful times and tears apart the best of friends.  The devil loves it, he dances in it…he creates it.

We call some of the television programs we watch the D word.  The d word can be described several ways.  Here’s one definition I found:

It is the specific mode of fiction represented in performance.  The term comes from a Greek word meaning action, which is derived from the verb meaning to do or to act.

Here’s another:

a composition in prose or verse presenting in dialogue or pantomime story involving conflict or contrast of character, especially one intended to be acted on the stage; a play.

I know these definitions refer more to a play or performance, but in our lives, they pretty much happen the same way.  A person creates some type of opinion about a person or a circumstance then acts out, most of the time negatively, on their opinion.  They create fictional dialogue and premeditate the outcome.

Most of the time this involves misunderstandings

which then lead to mis-communications,

throw in some name calling and lies

and wahhhh lahhhhhhh….

THE D WORD!

Yep, the ole D word…

But I’m just gonna tell you along with the stinky little devil… the D word DID NOT stop the celebration of our LORD, KING AND SAVIOR being born!  It didn’t stop the meal from being prepared, the hugs, smiles or big ole belly roll laughing!  It didn’t stop the bright eyes or surprises that good company or perfect hospitality brought.  It didn’t stop the true meaning of our CHRISTMAS STORY.  It didn’t stop it…it can’t stop it.   No matter how much the D word tries to invade, destroy and conquer… it has no power.

GOD sent us our power.  He sent us the hope for peace and happiness.  HE sent us THE REASON FOR THIS SEASON and the d word has no place in the unfolding of this story.  THE REASON for the season has victory over anything that comes with the d-word.  Jesus is peace, hope and love which are total opposites of the d-word.

HE IS THE REASON FOR THIS SEASON.

Pray for those who don’t look to HIM first.  (on all days of the year)

Pray for those who love the d-word more than the gifts HE brings.

Find VICTORY in what JESUS brought.

HE IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON!

(not the d-word…not ever the d-word)

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I need prayers!

It has most recently dawned on me that I am the mother of a teenager. I mean, I knew it the day she left the 12th year, but everyone warned me about the “terrible twos” and those weren’t so bad, so I really was not concerned about these teenage warnings.

I’m not saying my child is bad.
She’s not a bad kid…no not at all, BUT SHE’S A TEEN.
So many things come into factor…more school, friends, boys (gag), getting involved with sports and such, etc.

This is the time, I know, bodies change, minds move toward defiance and secrets get kept. I remember this time. I remember not knowing what I wanted or who I liked or didn’t like. I depended so much more on my friends than on my parents and family.
I don’t want to go through this with my child.
I want her to love me and tell me what is up all the time.
I don’t want her to feel her worth from what others tell her.
I want her to stand up and keep in mind she is God’s child.
I want her to be confident in who she is and that GOD MADE HER who she is for a purpose.

I know that purpose is not apparent and that is what makes these next few years so confusing. This confusion will lead to self esteem issues and drama. Oh, the drama. I detest that word although I know that is what life is…”an exciting, emotional, or unexpected series of events or set of circumstances.” I like exciting and know life is emotional, but I do prefer peace in my days. When I think of the word “drama,” I think of teenage girls or worse, people who seem to be stuck in that teenage state who love to create and/or have constant chaos in their lives. Adults who act that way are most disturbing. BUT BACK TO MY TEENAGER…

I need prayers! I will stay in a constant state of prayer for her and for her friends who are going through the same roller coaster type ride of life, but I ask you to please pray for me. I know my patience will be tested, I will be let down, disappointed at times and maybe even on edge of insanity. I will pray and pray some more keeping in mind that PRAYER DOES WORK. I am not going to deny that this time may be more than I expect, but I will be prepared with my sword of prayer. PRAYER IS POWER!

So, again, I ask you to please pray for me as I continue to experience this time in my life (and hers).

I need prayers!

I take comfort in this verse:

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Let’s all just GET ALONG!

I’ve seen so many crazy disputes as of late. People arguing over petty things in life. They get their hairs all ruffled because someone doesn’t agree with their call. Ya get all bent out of shape because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed or started your day off with hitting the snooze button way too many times. This mess needs to stop. I mean, really…arguments get all stirred up due to jealousy most of the time. ALL the time–it’s so unnecessary. It’s like two bulls butting heads just because they both have horns–duuuumb.

What are we doing as GOD’S CHILDREN? If you are a parent, just think about when YOUR kids bicker. I don’t know about you, but that is about the MOST ANNOYING thing there is in our home. Almost as annoying as laundry! Ha! I’m just saying, how does it make you feel when you see children argue? We want to break it up, get to the bottom of it and move on AND DEFINITELY not hear it again. I’m sure God looks at us at times and rolls his eyes. We argue over things that make no sense, we talk about each other just because of a “dirty” look we got that may not even have been aimed at us and we grow hate like dandelions in our hearts.(those are super weeds) Let’s pull the weeds and stop the drama!

COME ON PEOPLE…Let’s all just GET ALONG!

A reflection…

Let me just take some time to reflect on the last few days I’ve spent with some amazing student leaders. I’m not talking only about the ones I took with me to the TEXAS ASSOCIATION OF STUDENT COUNCILS ANNUAL CONFERENCE…I’m referring to many many others that were at this event as well. They are polite and respectful and HAPPY. They are all glad to be out of school, I know this, but there is something more to their happiness. They are appreciative of their advisors who drove who knows how many hours to get them to this thing, they are excited to be with their council friends, friends they get to see from around the state and just the atmosphere of this meeting makes anyone feel upbeat. That is what I really want to talk about today…

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All the warm fuzzy feelings you get while you are at this conference seem to be battled against once you return to your “own place” in life. All of the positive things that happen while with the TASC family make you feel absolutely high on life and make you feel almost confident enough to conquer anything. It truly is an awesome feeling. I’m sure you have probably experienced some kind of event like this before. Church camps do such a great job at this especially. You are around people who LOVE GOD and therefore you empower and support each other. It’s an amazing feeling of strength. At something like this, you are sheltered and set apart from the bad funkiness that this world holds. No bullying happens, no one wants ill to happen to you and even the incessant judging is at a minimum. As I said, AMAZING.

THEN, you come home and life continues. This world takes over those feeling of safety and happiness and fills your head with suppressing dramatic situations, people looking at you with their judging eyes and bad attitudes. Oh, the bad attitudes! How depressing. I admit, I’m a little down just reflecting like this. I don’t let it bother me too much, though. I know that I have come to a point in my life where I don’t worry much about what others think, I stand up for those being bullied with no thought about what the bully might do to me and drama, well, everyone knows I’m a “NO DRAMA MAMMA!”

My concern, though, lies in the fact that my students don’t have maturity and years (I’m old! ha!) on their side. They are in the time of their lives where drama invades and conquers their happiness. They battle the thoughts that enter their minds from words or even just looks people give them. They encounter bad attitudes from even their best friends which sway them to display attitudes that are much the same. They don’t know the world is overcoming them. They don’t recognize it most of the time. They don’t even relate the depression they may feel with the fact that there is so much of this world beating down on them. It’s hard to overcome the world when you are a teenager who is being bombarded with such things!

I pray, I encourage and I show my students love, understanding and HAPPINESS. (even when I’m disciplining, I hope they see my love) I hope that my attitude toward this life is an example of what they can have. It’s totally up to them, of course, but I hope that I display a happiness that shows them GOD’S LOVE mostly and that they don’t have to be overcome by this world. They can always reside in that safe spot and in those feelings they felt at the conference we just came back from. They can overcome bad attitudes and dramatic situations. I can, They can, We can…You can!

Drama

I wish this world could do without the drama.

It is sad that it seems like in some people’s lives, IT is what makes their world go around instead of LOVE. They thrive on it. They continuously judge themselves against others and that is when jealousy comes in–THEN they start the drama by the evil remarks they spew that has spawned itself from judging and jealousy.

It’s truly sad. If we truly understand what the Bible says about such evilness, we know that judging yourself and others is a sin.

This sad sin is most prevalent, I believe, with middle school girls. That is exactly where my oldest is… In the sea of MS where drama develops itself among the jealous, mean and sad girls who think judging and talking about others will somehow make their lives complete. I try to guide and direct without lecturing or nagging, but most times I wish I could just lock her up until she’s 20 or so.

My only comfort and best defense AND absolute greatest tool to teach my child that drama is not worth the time it wastes in your brain is the Bible. I thank God for filling this book with His truth, His lessons and especially for His support in times like these.

Below are the verses I shared with my child and some of her friends today. I pray they understand it and see its example, hide it in their heart and take comfort from it.

Don’t speak evil against each other, dear brothers and sisters. If you criticize and judge each other, then you are criticizing and judging God’s law. But your job is to obey the law, not to judge whether it applies to you. God alone, who gave the law, is the Judge. He alone has the power to save or to destroy. So what right do you have to judge your neighbor? (James 4:11, 12 NLT)

If only everyone no matter what age could remember this verse –this concept–THIS TRUTH–and do what it says–I might get my “wish” I mentioned at the beginning of this blog.

Amen.

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