Well, I guess I’ll tell about my speech professor, or instructor, or whatever. But I would like to preface this story with “I have nothing against anyone’s religions. Good on you for whatever you believe, etc, and blah, blah”. So, she introduces herself and starts in with a story about how her husband and she are going to couple’s counseling and then proceeds to tell us that it’s “Bible based”. I don’t really think anything of it at first, because what do I care? I mean, most of the community in which I live is Christian. Fine by me. I really don’t care. She goes on to explain about the course, what she expects, you know, the general stuff. Then she asks “Who in here is Christian?” Uh-oh. I, along with one other person, don’t raise my hand. Who cares, right? This isn’t Bible study. It’s speech, for crying out loud. There was a slight dust-up when she asked how people feel about gay marriage and I mentioned that marriage is a contract between two people and the state (which it is legally). She proudly informed me that marriage is a covenant between a man, a woman, and God [1]. Whatever.
Then last week she goes on and on about how liberals are all closed minded because we have all the answers and just know we’re right. This is during a discussion on stereotyping, mind you. I let it go. Then she says that stay-at-home moms are being unfair to their husbands because the husband has the biggest burden…blah fucking blah. Another whatever. She proudly proclaims that she’s a Christian (again) and she wears it on her sleeve, “So, who can recite the Ten Commandments?” Fuck that. No, really, fuck that. This is not a Bible study because if it was I certainly wouldn’t pay nearly a thousand bucks to participate (I have a serious aversion to that sort of thing, dontcha know?). I somehow managed to bite my tongue in half trying desperately not to call her out, because I seriously felt like she was either proselytizing or would somehow base our grades on our “Christianity”. Oh, and she’s one of those Christians that don’t think that Catholics are Christian too. “They don’t even know what their faith is,” she tells us (forget the fact that we have a huge Catholic segment of our community).
So, now I’m torn. I’m thinking of dropping the class and taking it with someone else during the week. Or complaining to the dean. I really hate being the bitch, but I don’t think she can be objective with non-Christian students. Especially since she’s so proud and we’ve spent about 3 ½; hours talking about the Bible and her “faith”. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to keep my big mouth shut for the entire semester. Anyway, I’ll give her one more chance and then I’ll decide one way or the other. Either way I am not discussing this heifer’s religion every single Saturday. Many a folk have tried to convert me from my Pagan ways and many a folk have failed. She won’t fare any differently.
Ok, well, I have some seriously personal stuff below the fold.
Anyway, I talked to my mom one more time to see if she would let my sister come stay with me, but she again refused. This time she said she would feel uncomfortable because Millie (my mother-in-law) is so judgmental. “Isn’t that better than abusive,” I asked. Apparently not. I guess she’d rather have my sister beaten by an asshole than talked about by the town gossip. So, I called DFJ and talked to someone. They’re supposed to call me back to follow-up. I hope they don’t just brush me off and actually do something about this. They seemed genuinely concerned when I explained that my other sis had instructed her kids to lie to the caseworker.
You know, I was worried about making waves with the fam. But then I realized that they’re not worth it. If my sister and my mother have no problem allowing their children to be abused then why should I care if I disrupt their pathetic lives? I shouldn’t be. Someone has to be an advocate for those kids. My niece and nephew see nothing wrong with their lives, and I’m sure neither does my sister, but I see something really wrong- especially with my already troubled teenage sister. I have a story that will illustrate my point regarding my sister and mother.
When I was 14 (and my sister 12) we had a party at our house- the kind with alcohol and pot. Anyway, my friends and I were generally staying away from my sister and her friends when all of the sudden my sister goes out into a busy street and takes her shirt off. I got pissed and went out to get her (I always got into trouble if my sister got into trouble because somehow it was my job to be her parent). Well she got pissed at me for dragging her drunken, half-naked ass back into the house. We exchanged not-so-pleasant but very colorful cuss words, when out of the blue my sister told me that she slept with my fiancé[2] not once but 4 times. So, I slapped her. That’s when her then boyfriend (now husband)—who was 18 at the time — took matter into his own hands and beat me to a bloody pulp — literally. My friends tried pretty hard to get him off of me and took some lumps in the process. I was literally bleeding puddles. Finally someone decided to call the local police. Before they got there my mother got home. When she heard what happened she attacked me, saying it was my fault for fighting with my sister and that I was a lying trouble maker. Well, to make a long story short, I was told that my bil was going into the military and that I should just forget all about this. Afterall, I didn’t want to ruin his life, did I? So, it was all swept under the carpet. My bil, by the way, never did go into the military.
See the pattern here? This is why I can no longer feel bad for doing what’s right. Family be damned.
[1] I don’t care what your religious beliefs are or aren’t. Nor do I care what your feelings about gay marriage are. That’s not the point.
[2] This is once again a story for another time. Yes, I was 14 years-old and yes I did have a fiancé.
I Don’t Do Bible Class
Well, I guess I’ll tell about my speech professor, or instructor, or whatever. But I would like to preface this story with “I have nothing against anyone’s religions. Good on you for whatever you believe, etc, and blah, blah”. So, she introduces herself and starts in with a story about how her husband and she are going to couple’s counseling and then proceeds to tell us that it’s “Bible based”. I don’t really think anything of it at first, because what do I care? I mean, most of the community in which I live is Christian. Fine by me. I really don’t care. She goes on to explain about the course, what she expects, you know, the general stuff. Then she asks “Who in here is Christian?” Uh-oh. I, along with one other person, don’t raise my hand. Who cares, right? This isn’t Bible study. It’s speech, for crying out loud. There was a slight dust-up when she asked how people feel about gay marriage and I mentioned that marriage is a contract between two people and the state (which it is legally). She proudly informed me that marriage is a covenant between a man, a woman, and God [1]. Whatever.
Then last week she goes on and on about how liberals are all closed minded because we have all the answers and just know we’re right. This is during a discussion on stereotyping, mind you. I let it go. Then she says that stay-at-home moms are being unfair to their husbands because the husband has the biggest burden…blah fucking blah. Another whatever. She proudly proclaims that she’s a Christian (again) and she wears it on her sleeve, “So, who can recite the Ten Commandments?” Fuck that. No, really, fuck that. This is not a Bible study because if it was I certainly wouldn’t pay nearly a thousand bucks to participate (I have a serious aversion to that sort of thing, dontcha know?). I somehow managed to bite my tongue in half trying desperately not to call her out, because I seriously felt like she was either proselytizing or would somehow base our grades on our “Christianity”. Oh, and she’s one of those Christians that don’t think that Catholics are Christian too. “They don’t even know what their faith is,” she tells us (forget the fact that we have a huge Catholic segment of our community).
So, now I’m torn. I’m thinking of dropping the class and taking it with someone else during the week. Or complaining to the dean. I really hate being the bitch, but I don’t think she can be objective with non-Christian students. Especially since she’s so proud and we’ve spent about 3 ½; hours talking about the Bible and her “faith”. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to keep my big mouth shut for the entire semester. Anyway, I’ll give her one more chance and then I’ll decide one way or the other. Either way I am not discussing this heifer’s religion every single Saturday. Many a folk have tried to convert me from my Pagan ways and many a folk have failed. She won’t fare any differently.
Ok, well, I have some seriously personal stuff below the fold.
Anyway, I talked to my mom one more time to see if she would let my sister come stay with me, but she again refused. This time she said she would feel uncomfortable because Millie (my mother-in-law) is so judgmental. “Isn’t that better than abusive,” I asked. Apparently not. I guess she’d rather have my sister beaten by an asshole than talked about by the town gossip. So, I called DFJ and talked to someone. They’re supposed to call me back to follow-up. I hope they don’t just brush me off and actually do something about this. They seemed genuinely concerned when I explained that my other sis had instructed her kids to lie to the caseworker.
You know, I was worried about making waves with the fam. But then I realized that they’re not worth it. If my sister and my mother have no problem allowing their children to be abused then why should I care if I disrupt their pathetic lives? I shouldn’t be. Someone has to be an advocate for those kids. My niece and nephew see nothing wrong with their lives, and I’m sure neither does my sister, but I see something really wrong- especially with my already troubled teenage sister. I have a story that will illustrate my point regarding my sister and mother.
When I was 14 (and my sister 12) we had a party at our house- the kind with alcohol and pot. Anyway, my friends and I were generally staying away from my sister and her friends when all of the sudden my sister goes out into a busy street and takes her shirt off. I got pissed and went out to get her (I always got into trouble if my sister got into trouble because somehow it was my job to be her parent). Well she got pissed at me for dragging her drunken, half-naked ass back into the house. We exchanged not-so-pleasant but very colorful cuss words, when out of the blue my sister told me that she slept with my fiancé[2] not once but 4 times. So, I slapped her. That’s when her then boyfriend (now husband)—who was 18 at the time — took matter into his own hands and beat me to a bloody pulp — literally. My friends tried pretty hard to get him off of me and took some lumps in the process. I was literally bleeding puddles. Finally someone decided to call the local police. Before they got there my mother got home. When she heard what happened she attacked me, saying it was my fault for fighting with my sister and that I was a lying trouble maker. Well, to make a long story short, I was told that my bil was going into the military and that I should just forget all about this. Afterall, I didn’t want to ruin his life, did I? So, it was all swept under the carpet. My bil, by the way, never did go into the military.
See the pattern here? This is why I can no longer feel bad for doing what’s right. Family be damned.
[1] I don’t care what your religious beliefs are or aren’t. Nor do I care what your feelings about gay marriage are. That’s not the point.
[2] This is once again a story for another time. Yes, I was 14 years-old and yes I did have a fiancé.
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