Little hearts, with big scars.

Since I've been in my Early Childhood Education class this year, I've taken some classes to get certificates, but my worst one was on Child Abuse and Neglect. I've shedded some tears in and out of that class. Since the 1900s, there has been more child abuse going on up to the date of 2011. These children do NOT deserve this treatment under ANY circumstances! If you can;t handle talking to children in a nicely mannor and you can't teach them to become a beautiful women or a handsome man, you shouldn't have children. I've learned a whole lot while taking that class. Children are getting ciggarettes burned out on their faces, arms, legs, buttocks, etc. They get beaten to the point of needing something fixed that is broken on their bodies and the parents or guardians won't take them to get it fixed. Children do not deserve this. If I could, I promise I would adopt every child. Every child deserves to have the best life possible. I'm hoping in the future when people look back on 2012, the world would have a lot less or even NO child abuse or neglect going on. I love children with a passion, and it hurts me knowing there are thousands of children going through it everyday.

Scarred for life.

http://www.fox19.com/story/16552505/13-year-old-pleads-guilty-to-rape-of-5-year-old-at-mcdonalds

When I read this article, and seen it on the news a few months ago, I was just beside myself. I really sat there with my mouth wide open. I thought that this world is just going through so much more than it needs to. I know that this thirteen year old boy is just going through difficult problems; he has to be. I don’t think that someone is born knowing that they like little girls, especially at a young age, AND doing sexual favors unwillingly in a fast food restaurant? I hope that the news and investigators go more into the background of the story so they can see what goes on in that little boy’s life. I do not believe he did that out of wanting sex, I think out of maybe frustration or some family problems going on in his house, school, or just surroundings period. I’m a little upset that he didn’t spend any time in jail to see how it is, but then again, he is most likely going to some type of insane house to help him recover and be a better person. I wish the best for him, and I hope the little girl and her family recover too from this horrible situation.

My refection

Dear My Reflection,

Words can’t explain what you are to me. You and I will never get along. I hate how you act sometimes, you are very strange. I look at you, and think, "why can’t you be just a whole different person?" or I think "why can’t you be beautiful like all the girls I see on T.V or randomly in the mall sometimes?" You try to cover how scared you are of everything. Knowing you are scared of life period. What are you going do with your life? Who are you to people? You’re a nobody. You’re just a confused child that’s scared of growing up. You always try to follow the crowd. Quit trying to be someone you’re not. Better yet, can you just try to be yourself? Do you even know who you are? You cry over everything. You aren’t the beautiful girl that’s on the inside. You’re like the doll with 102 different personalities, and people think you’re fake. You get jealous way to easy; you can barely watch T.V 'cause you know there are beautiful girls on there with a whole lot more money. Sometimes in your life you hope you don’t wake up because you just are tired of being you. You tell people too much information. Your heart & your head do not get along, as well as me and you. You’re truly my worst enemy. Or even a friend-emy. You've been there to tell yourself to stop crying over that one girl/boy, but yet you put yourself through living hell to tell them to shut up and get over it. You’re the girl people look at like "Wow, she's too pretty to be gay." You know, the stuff that makes you mad. Your friends look at you differently, the little family that knows looks at you differently. The fear of telling your family members because you think they will hate you. But yet people don’t realize your just looking for love. You can’t help who you fall for. All I’m trying to do is get through this life alive as long as possible, but it gets hard.

There is also another side to it..

When you see a pregnant young girl, most people automatically think “wow, what a promiscuous girl.” I know I do about 90% of the time. You have to take a step back though and realize that you don’t know what went on, or even goes on to this very day.  I’ve read depressing stories on how 13 year olds get raped by their fathers and family members. 1 in every 4 children get sexually assaulted or abused by someone in their family or by someone they know. I watched a documentary yesterday on how a girl was getting sexually assaulted at the age of 5 by her father. So throughout her life, she had sex with dozens of men because she felt that that was the only way she’d be loved. If her own father did that, how does she think she will be loved? These kids do not come out very easy to admit that they are going through tough times. I feel bad for girls, young girls, who have to go through all that drama and all the girls who talk about them, and not know the full story. Just watch what you say, because they could already be hurting bad enough as it is.

She's only 15, not 36.

http://www.focusonthefamily.com/parenting/protecting_your_family/combatting_cultural_influences/growing_up_too_fast.aspx

In this story I read, I was just really shocked. How can the mother be surprised that that happened to her daughter? As much as the mother “tried” to keep her safe and in line, she didn’t do it right at all. I’m not them, nor am I a mother myself so who am I to judge? Well, I respond with for one, giving her a cellphone before she was even in her teens. Then letting her have cable and internet, and most of all, having a car handed to her by the age of 14. To make matters worse, she asked to get married at the age of FIFTEEN! That is just down right spoiling her rotten and her not knowing what is right, and not knowing her age. She was getting tans and just becoming the look of an older woman before she could even hit puberty. I’m surprised she didn’t get pregnant; but instead, she was expelled from school for drug possession. It isn’t much of a surprise for me. When the mother found out, she quoted, “I don't understand how this could happen, we raised her in a strong Christian home. And she's not some underprivileged kid. I went back to work to make sure she had all the advantages." Just because she is in a Christian home, doesn’t mean she is a good kid. I want parents to open their eyes and let their kids be kids!

7 year old can buy condoms if they want?

My girlfriend and I were talking about random things in the car on the way to my friend's house, and one of the topics we talked about was how there isn't a age limit for someone to go buy a condom. I think that is kind of sick, really. You have to be 21 to buy alcohol; you have to be 18 to buy cigarettes and any kind of tobacco; and you have to be 19 to serve alcohol. However, you do NOT have to be a certain age to buy a condom. They always advertise how “teen pregnancy needs to stop” and “children shouldn’t have children”, but in my opinion, they aren’t really putting a stop to it. In some schools, you can go to your school nurse and get a condom for free. I had a Health class, in the SEVENTH grade, that gave me a condom and even me being young, I gave a face of disgust. I knew I was too young to be doing any sexual favors or intercourse. I think if they want less teen pregnancy, they should start with the one thing that people use to prevent it. Raise the prices, give condoms an age limit, then see where the world would be later.

You have to really think about it.

When you grow up, your best friends become your worst enemies. Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into nasty women.  Homework goes in the trash.  Cellphones are used in class. Detention becomes suspension.  Soda becomes Vodka. Underwear turns into thongs. Kisses turn into sex.

Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet not wearing a condom? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?  When dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings, race issues were about who ran the fastest? War was only a card game, the only drug you knew was cough medicine, and wearing a skirt didn't make you a lady of the night?  The only things that hurt you were skinned knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?  The only drama you knew of was Romeo and Juliet?  The only thing you could cheat in was games, and players were only for sports not relationships?  The only way we could change was with clothes and not ourselves.  Yet, we absolutely couldn't wait to grow up? It doesn’t make any sense. Show kids this whole statement and try to change their minds before it’s too late.