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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I think the best way to remember your blessings in those moments when life seems impossible is to write them down. Thank god I have a blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just in case you aren’t my friend on Facebook and didn’t see the billion updates I posted, I had the opportunity to go to the &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Wedding &amp;amp; Portrait Photographers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;International&lt;/span&gt; (from now on referred to as WPPI) conference in Las Vegas this past week. I wasn’t exactly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;sure what I was getting myself into, but the chance to even attend was amazing enough. These are the kinds of experiences that shape who we are and who we will be. If my week was any indication of these things, I am one lucky girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I intern for a company called &lt;a href="http://www.songfreedom.com/"&gt;Songfreedom&lt;/a&gt;. In the photography and videography world, it is integral to be able to publish your work online. Your website is your key to advertise your work to the world. An important part of any slideshow or video is the music behind it. It can help tell the story just as much as the photos/videos do. The awesome thing about Songfreedom is that they have worked with the major record labels to make popular music available for use in these productions. I have always been ethical with the way I get music: ever since Napster was shut down when I was about 12, I realized the importance of artists getting paid for the work they put out. I’ve been an avid iTunes user ever since. I have opportunities to download music for free, but you’ll never see me taking part in that. I’d never want anything I produced to be stolen, so I can’t do that to any person who makes art (whatever that art may be). I fully believe that anyone putting a song to their creations should be in the same mindset. Give credit where credit is due. It has seemed impossible before, with only royalty free music being available, and sites like Facebook and YouTube pulling videos down left and right for copyright infringement, to publish work with music legally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am lucky to be working for a company that I believe in morally and ethically. I have truly felt that through my time at Songfreedom, their concern is the photographers and videographers. I talk up Valerie Martinez as much as I can. She not only works for Songfreedom, but she free-lances videography and photography as well. So, instead of working in a company that just adds whatever songs they can find, she researches. She sits and listens to the music and can actually see what sort of productions she could use out of it. Matt Thompson, President of Songfreedom, has worked for years to gain a relationship with the labels to make these popular, mainstream hits available for use, as well as indie artists and other music. They both care about what they do, and I am soaking every moment of it up. They have allowed me to take part in this amazing ride, and they have taught me so much that my brain could explode. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I can never thank Matt enough for allowing me to be a part of WPPI. He’s let me have some real-life work experience, which has given me a whole new perspective on what I want to do with my life. If I could spend my days working with the people I met over the course of this week, I would do it for free. Between working social media in ways that no one thought it could be worked, networking, and most important of all meeting the most amazing, creative, friendly geniuses in the photography business. I’m still in awe of the people I met and the work I saw. What a great community. When I told people I was going to Vegas, they told me how much fun I was going to have. I told them "I'm going for work and I'll be at a booth most of the time, I won't have any time for fun." Joke's on me, considering the most fulfilling parts of the trip were at the booth meeting everyone. I could have used another day at that booth. I loved every minute of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I’ve really been able to grasp the public relations and social media communities throughout this week and with my internship. Being able to shake hands and meet face-to-face as well as Tweet back and forth has just been eye opening to the way that social media is opening up businesses to a whole new world. Seeing something going viral first-hand, seeing people mention the company’s Twitter right after we met them, and being able to see what was going on at the conference with just a click of a hash tag has been overwhelming. I can sit in school for the next two months (May 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Commencement can’t come soon enough!) will never open my eyes and give me the experience the way WPPI has. I have to afford this experience to the amazing people we met along the way (Shout out to the Revolution Imaging and Design crew and 2Duce2Video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sometimes I get so scatterbrained when I’m blogging, but what I am trying to say is &lt;b&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/b&gt;. Thank you to the Songfreedom crew for allowing me to be a part of what you do, thank you to WPPI for the amazing experience, and thank you photographers for being the friendliest and most talented people out there. I have never been so excited for what my future holds. I owe the restoration of faith in my life and my career to all of you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am ready to get to work. May 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; can’t come soon enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's a glimpse of WPPI 2011...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/20264035"&gt;WPPI 2011 Convention and Trade Show  Video Teaser&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/gebbs"&gt;GEBBS&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-2078018716879384832?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I hope as you are reading this, you realize the enormity of what I am about to say, and how hard it is for me to say it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On this day, January 12, 2011, I agree with Sarah Palin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I promise you that you just read that right. I’m feeling the pain as well. But I said it, published it, and now it is a fact for the world to see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me start off by saying, as if those who know me don’t already know, I find Sarah Palin an the rest of her family useless, homophobic, mindless, (I can’t think of a nicer word for stupid, so think of that and insert it here), degenerate fame-whores who care nothing about politics only getting themselves in the media as much as possible. The issue of Sarah Palin to me is neither Democratic nor Republican; she doesn’t get on my nerves because of her political beliefs but because of how little she knows of her own beliefs or our country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That said, I have to get to the part where I agree with something she’s said. I may need counseling after this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This past Saturday, our nation added another tragic event to its history with the shooting in Arizona that left six dead and others wounded, including the supposed target Rep. Gabrielle Giffords. There are no words to describe how I feel anytime something this tragic happens. I’ve been trying to blog about it since Saturday, but I had a hard time putting the words together. I don’t know what to say in these moments because these are moments I never prepared to see. But, sadly, they happen, and it feels like it only takes mere hours before the speculation, blame, and conspiracy theories take heed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can dismiss most of them because we will never really know the full story until the man who committed this heinous act of violence tells us why he did it. Trying to speculate just leads us to a whole lot of nowhere. But, the theory blaming Sarah Palin is what really caught my eye.&amp;nbsp;In March of 2010, Palin showing her extreme intelligence and political know-how, posted a map on her Facebook page of vulnerable House Democrats. The map showed crosshairs over the contested Democratic districts, one of which was the target Rep. Gifford. Accompanying the map was a post by Palin, using gun rhetoric along with the map of targets in order to “take back Washington.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gifford responded, "The thing is, the way that she has it depicted has the crosshairs of a gun sight over our district. When people do that, they've got to realize there's consequences to that action." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2011/01/08/giffords-had-history-with-palin-tea-party/?iref=allsearch"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(CNN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On Saturday, she was targeted, and she was shot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I get that it is easy to place the blame on Palin given the circumstances. Posting the map last year was probably the most politically irresponsible thin she has ever done, and further proof that she does not have what it takes to be the leader of our country or keep us safe. She should have known better. When die-hard republicans are even echoing that sentiment, it’s a big deal. The map should have never been published. Now, there is a focus on violent rhetoric in our news programs (Bill O’Reilly anyone?) and I couldn’t be happier. We need to get away from the name calling and the bull and get back to what I watch the news for: news.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But to blame Palin for this tragedy? Unless she had the gun in her hand and pulled the trigger, she is not to blame. She released a statement today via her Facebook page and this excerpt rings true:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“President Reagan said, “We must reject the idea that every time a law’s broken, society is guilty rather than the lawbreaker. It is time to restore the American precept that each individual is accountable for his actions.” Acts of monstrous criminality stand on their own. They begin and end with the criminals who commit them, not collectively with all the citizens of a state, not with those who listen to talk radio, not with maps of swing districts used by both sides of the aisle, not with law-abiding citizens who respectfully exercise their First Amendment rights at campaign rallies, not with those who proudly voted in the last election.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2011/01/12/palin-says-efforts-to-lay-blame-reprehensible/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(CNN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can’t disagree with this at all. Unless the gunman says that he was pushed to try and assassinate Gifford because of Sarah Palin and this specific map, it seems like the media is again reaching for someone to blame other than the person who actually committed the crime. If it turns out that he was influenced by Palin, she deserves all of the heat that will come to her and should have the death of those six people, including a nine year old girl, forever on her conscience. But for those who have actually watched the shooter’s YouTube videos of his political rants, he was in no way shape or form a Tea Party enthusiast. He had his political thoughts, and he felt a little more strongly about them apparently than most people do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Regardless, that man pulled the trigger (I am purposely not writing his name because I don’t care to see it). Palin did not. Nor did she tell him to. The map was in terrible taste, but she did not tell anyone to kill anyone. And while I blame her for being an idiot, I don’t blame her for the dead and the wounded from Arizona, and I won’t until the killer says that he did it because Palin told him to. If that is ever the case, I hope that she as well as all politicians realize the enormity of the words that come out of their mouths and work to change the way politics works. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It is about time that news media gets back to the facts and steps away from the mud-slinging and the insane theories. Let the justice system do the investigation, and quit dragging both popular and unpopular public figures through the mud while you're figuring it out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It pains me to say this, but leave Sarah Palin alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-1282031660370004439?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t believe it is 2011 already. I can’t believe I’m 24. I can’t believe I’m nearing the end of my college career. When did this all happen? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I can’t say it feels like yesterday that I was graduating high school since that was (shudder) six years ago, I still don’t feel as adult as I should. I wonder when that will start kicking in. I’ve always worked between 2 and 3 jobs since high school, so it’s not a work ethic thing per say. I’ve been growing increasingly anxious with the thought that in five months I will be graduating college, and I’m out of excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s time to find a big girl job, it’s time to find a more permanent place of residence, it’s time to start thinking about salaries and 401(k)’s and kids and weddings and…bah I am freaking out just thinking about it. I’ve seen my friends get married, have babies, have their full time jobs in their field, and when I try to place myself in their shoes I can’t even imagine it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have seriously considered applying for grad school just to put this off a few more years. But, let’s be honest; I’m not getting any younger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did I really just say that? Can you go through a midlife crisis when you’re only 24?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The thing I try to constantly remind myself is that while I’m feeling so young and small and terrified of the real world, I’m also getting a lot accomplished. I will be the first person in my family with a Bachelor’s Degree (which only means something if, by the grace of God, I find a job after graduation). I’ve had two amazing internships that are really honing my skills so I have something to offer the companies I apply to. I have a good group of people around me who help me when I’m down, support me unconditionally, and above all make me smile. With my brother back in the state, my family has been closer, happier, and more fun. There are a lot of good things happening around me, and I need to learn not to be so terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I realize my classes start Tuesday, and I have to start thinking about my final portfolio. I think about how fast the Fall semester flew by, then again how fast my whole SIUE experience has seemed to fly by. And I realize that before I know it I’m going to be in the Student Activity Gym waiting to walk in to my Commencement ceremony. Even though every one I’ve attended has felt long and boring, when it’s mine, it’ll fly by. Then I’m out of my student worker job, out of classes, and yet again, out of excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess I just need to enjoy this while it lasts…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-2995635620874839102?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Glee has seen its share of controversy this   season,  especially with a certain magazine spread, but the newest one  I read  about this season really caught my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The scene in question stars Gwyneth Paltrow  as a substitute in  Spanish, asking the students to repeat, “Lindsay  Lohan is totally crazy,  right?” in Spanish. Then, she asks the class in  Spanish, “How many  times has Lindsay Lohan been to rehab?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;“Five  times. Five”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When the character Kurt knocks on the door  to  speak  to her, she asks the class to “Please get into groups and  discuss how  many times Lindsay Lohan has been in rehab.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(see the  clip of the scene on TMZ &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/videos?autoplay=true&amp;amp;mediaKey=da9b1bd5-3c4f-40fe-83de-3f6d172eb0fb"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Apparently, momma Lohan didn’t like the  joke  too  much. Apparently, Dina Lohan was quoted as saying “Shame on  them,” and  that the family feels it was “tasteless.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel like  in any other situation, this  may be tasteless. But in Lindsay Lohan’s? I  can’t say I feel too bad  for her. She’s been to rehab &lt;b&gt;5 TIMES&lt;/b&gt;  and she’s only 24. 5 times  and she’s only been able to legally drink for  3 years. 5 times in  rehab, one stint in jail, and some high profile run  ins with the law  (including a car chase) and she wonders why she is a  tabloid darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I considered before writing a piece about   celebrity  right to privacy. There’s a fine line; in one sense they  should have  the same basic privacy rights that we all enjoy as  Americans. Yet, they  have put themselves in the public eye. They are  FAMOUS. How much privacy  should they expect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And let’s be honest, if Lindsay Lohan  wanted  privacy, she wouldn’t do the things she does, especially in the  public  eye. You’re an actress; if you’re going to go out and get wasted  and  snort cocaine, hire a driver. You would have saved yourself a lot  of  trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I think that the hysterical part about this   whole  situation is her parents. Dina is on the Today Show every other  day, and  Michael Lohan just talks to anyone with a camera that  entertains him.  Glee is supposed to worry about being “tasteless” yet  both of her  parents are using her problems to make themselves famous  and keep  themselves in the public eye. Remember when Britney Spears  went nuts? At  her worst, her father stepped in, got a conservatorship,  and look who  she is today. I’d say the same thing should happen for  Lindsay, but  neither of her parents are responsible nor selfless enough  to truly take  care of their daughter instead of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The reason  the Lindsay jokes on Glee  aren’t tasteless is because Lindsay Lohan is a  joke. Her life is a  circus, and it’s all thanks to herself and her  family. She’s in the  tabloids because she put herself there. I think a  normal person in her  circumstance would see the fact that she’s been an  absolute mess, and  truly worked on her sobriety and fixed her life.  Instead, she feels  she’s above the law and above any sort of rule or  regulation, and she  can do whatever she wants. It was about time that a  judge put her in  her place and sent her to jail, even if she got out  early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;If she didn’t want to be in the news for  being  such  a hot mess, she wouldn’t be such a hot mess. Over, and  over, and over  again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And Dina and the rest of her family expect  us  to be  sorry for her because she’s become a pop culture joke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Instead of  yelling at everyone else, try  looking at the interior and see what  you’ve done to your child and how  you’ve enabled her in order to get  yourself ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When Lindsay Lohan decides to finally  ACTUALLY  get  her life together, I say enough is enough with the jokes.  But, we’ve put  up with her reckless shenanigans taking over our news  for years,  without any sort of remorse or embarrassment. Being in the  tabloids for  her is her career, and she knows exactly what she’s doing.  Until she  stops treating the world as a joke, commenting on her rehab  visits is an  okay joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Lighten up, Lohans. It’s hard to feel sorry   for you  guys when you use the media to exploit yourselves. I’m sure  Dina was  thrilled with Glee so it gave her a chance to put herself back  in the  news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My tip? Go away. Truly help your daughter  get  better WITHOUT putting yourself in the media. Help her before she  kills  herself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;What do you  guys think? Was the Glee joke okay, or tasteless? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-2784755213509939755?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think a lot about bullying lately. With all of the stories in the news about teens committing suicide over their constant bullying (for whatever reasons). The statistics are staggering, and I thank God that I'm not in high school anymore and I don't have to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then when I sit back and really think about it, sometimes people are worse out of high school than they were in it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And some people? They never grow up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's really important to learn from your mistakes and be a better person as a result.&amp;nbsp; No one is perfect, by any means. You'd think though that people would see their track records and move on from them as better people. You'd think.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've learned that there are people out there who are relentless. Months or years after someone leaves high school or certain situations, there are still those people out there who tend to never forget it. They like to talk smack, all the time. But of course, never to the target's face. Takes too much courage to do something like that, and who needs courage when you can get together like a bunch of mindless chimps and laugh at someone else? The funniest to me is when people resort to the Internet to make their jabs at people. It's a sad thing to hide behind a computer screen to make comments and try to torment other people. Do you think that makes you a real man? All it makes you is a coward. And you will always be a coward.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm really supportive of the &lt;a href="http://www.itgetsbetterproject.com/"&gt;It Gets Better Project &lt;/a&gt;for gay youth. Millions of people making videos to let the world know that even though bullying in high school seems to have reached a whole new level of torment, life gets so much better out of high school. As most people grow up, they grow out of this obnoxious childish phase and learn how to be functional adult human beings. The thing is though, while it gets better, I can't say it ever gets easier. You'll still face challenges in your life. You'll still face those people who after months still think it's cute to write mean things about you on their social networking sites, even at 23 or 24 years of age. If you have a problem, sometimes people can move past it, sometimes people can't. Sometimes they just stop talking about the situation entirely and let it go, and sometimes people just need something to joke about because they have nothing else better to do, and you become the target.&lt;br /&gt;
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The trick is how you deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jabs always hurt, no matter how old you are. But when you realize who you really are, without the influence of others but including your own mistakes and pitfalls, that's when you'll shine. You don't need anyone to validate you, and their words just fall on deaf ears. You go to college, ignore the drama, make lifelong friends who have your back, get your degree, and make something of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leave the haters back in high school where they belong.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Their words just aren't worth it. It may sting at first, but you'll realize how much better you are when you rise above it. Let them make their jokes, say their hurtful and usually untrue remarks about you. Those who entertain it weren't meant to be in your life in the first place. Those who realize how immature and childish it is are worth sticking around.&lt;br /&gt;
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Intelligence and self worth are the key. Those who are attempting to make you feel bad lack both of those things.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can honestly say that the older you get, the better you get at dealing with the hard times, and the harder you work, the more pay off there will be at the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bullies aren't the end of the world. They aren't even in your world. Kick them out of it, and surround yourself with positive people who love and care about you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those are the people that are worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Firework" Katy Perry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,&lt;br /&gt;
drifting through the wind&lt;br /&gt;
wanting to start again?&lt;br /&gt;
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin&lt;br /&gt;
like a house of cards,&lt;br /&gt;
one blow from caving in?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you ever feel already buried deep?&lt;br /&gt;
6 feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing&lt;br /&gt;
Do you know that there's still a chance for you&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause there's a spark in you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine&lt;br /&gt;
Just own the night like the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come on, show 'em what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"&lt;br /&gt;
As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come on, let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"&lt;br /&gt;
You're gonna leave 'em falling awe-awe-awe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You don't have to feel like a waste of space&lt;br /&gt;
You're original, cannot be replaced&lt;br /&gt;
If you only knew what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;
After a hurricane comes a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe your reason why all the doors are closed&lt;br /&gt;
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road&lt;br /&gt;
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow&lt;br /&gt;
And when it's time, you'll know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine&lt;br /&gt;
Just own the night like the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come on, show 'em what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"&lt;br /&gt;
As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come on, let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;
Make 'em go "Oh, Oh, Oh"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;
It's always been inside of you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;
And now it's time to let it through-ough-ough&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come on, show 'em what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;
Make 'em go "Oh, Oh, Oh"&lt;br /&gt;
As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;
Come on, let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;
Make 'em go "Oh, Oh, Oh"&lt;br /&gt;
You're gonna leave 'em falling awe-awe-awe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;
Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;
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I started my morning watching a NOH8 campaign video posted on someone’s Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;
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I then saw that the Westboro Baptist Church plans to picket the funeral of one of the soldiers from my hometown who died in Afghanistan. &lt;br /&gt;
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For those who don’t know, the Westboro Baptist Church is based in Kansas, and according to their website they, “engages in daily peaceful sidewalk demonstrations opposing the homosexual lifestyle of soul-damning, nation-destroying filth. We display large, colorful signs containing Bible words and sentiments, including: GOD HATES FAGS, FAGS HATE GOD, AIDS CURES FAGS, THANK GOD FOR AIDS, FAGS BURN IN HELL, GOD IS NOT MOCKED, FAGS ARE NATURE FREAKS, GOD GAVE FAGS UP, NO SPECIAL LAWS FOR FAGS, FAGS DOOM NATIONS, THANK GOD FOR DEAD SOLDIERS, FAG TROOPS, GOD BLEW UP THE TROOPS, GOD HATES AMERICA, AMERICA IS DOOMED, THE WORLD IS DOOMED, etc” Yeah, that’s really what they say.&lt;br /&gt;
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And my initial reaction? I HATE these people. I hate people that bully homosexuals until they feel like the only option they have is to end their lives so they don’t have to deal with the pain anymore. I hate these supposed “Christians” who hide behind vulgar hate speech to spread the word of God. I want all of these people to burn in hell for the hatred they spread and the lives they negatively effect just for their own kicks. &lt;br /&gt;
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And then I had to stop myself. See that word? Hate? If I hate them, how does that make me any better than them? &lt;br /&gt;
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And if I hate them, they’ve garnered the reaction out of me they were looking for. And they win.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s such a confused and complicated conflict to be in. How can I feel like this isn’t right and I want the world to know it, without encouraging their hatred with my own hatred back?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked my community (through my Facebook) to show up on the day of the funeral and blockade the family from the WBC. I asked them to do what a small town in Missouri did (&lt;a href="http://www.military.com/news/article/town-turns-out-to-block-westboro-protest.html"&gt;here’s the story on that&lt;/a&gt;) and show up early to take all of the parking spaces. Use bodies to make sure the WBC gets nowhere near the funeral. But most importantly, do so PEACEFULLY. Do not engage them, do not scream at them, and do not enforce physical violence upon them. That makes you no better than they are. Instead, show them how true Americans, and how true people of God, act. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am so troubled by the fact that, coming upon my 24th birthday, these kinds of issues exist in my world. I want to see a truly United States of America before I die, although I’m sure that will never happen. It’s so conflicting to feel like there’s nothing I can do to make homosexual teenagers (and even adults) feel like there’s NOTHING wrong with them and no matter how bad it gets, it always gets better. I feel like there’s nothing I can do to show soldiers that they don’t die in vain, and that even though there’s this small, miniscule population of hate-mongers in our country, they don’t speak for the whole. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I wish people would just open their eyes. Accept people for who they are. And all live peacefully, whether we 100% agree with what our neighbors are doing or not.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like I’ll never see that day. And that leaves me in tears. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;To learn more about the "It Gets Better" Project, please visit their &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itgetsbetterproject.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;website&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. To help your veterans, please refer to my previous blog posting for a list of resources. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-206397508462033067?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Veteran’s Day occurs once a year; the day that we give thanks and praise for those who selflessly serve our country. Those people who leave their families for sometimes years at a time, to be shipped off to a foreign land and fight for our rights to live every single day in a safe world. Well, as safe as it can be. Sometimes they come home. Sometimes tragically, they don’t.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And every year in November, for a day we recognize the sacrifice they gave so that we can carry on with our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Then the next day, we go on with our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our soldiers are separated from their families for weeks and years, and we celebrate them for a day. Something just doesn’t compute here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I don’t claim to ever know what a soldier goes through while they are deployed. I don’t even think my brain has the capacity to see what they’ve seen, do what they do, and live with life after the serve. I can’t even imagine the shock of returning to civilian life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone is initially as grateful as can be when our soldiers return home. Parades, shaking hands, signs, parties, news coverage; it’s a spectacle. All of which our soldiers deserve, no questions asked. But when the fanfare dies, and when the story is no longer newsworthy, are we doing what we can to support our troops when they come home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Or is it a thank you for your time, good luck with your life back home. And then all is forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I can’t say I’m innocent in this at all. I do think about my veterans almost every day, but really I don’t have the resources to do more than I could be doing. I’m in the stage of my life where there’s so much I wish I could be doing that I just simply don’t have the resources to do. My dream is to work for a non-for-profit organization someday, but until then I’m stuck in school and working two jobs and just trying to get by. But since when does support only have to be monetary? What can I be doing for my friends who have returned from war, or those who are still deployed? What can I be doing for the soldiers in my community?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What can you be doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why does it seem that we only care about our veterans and our servicemen when they are deployed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why aren’t we taking care of our veterans after their selfless service for our country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My friend, who I call on Facebook “my favorite veteran” pointed me towards a website called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vetsprevail.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vets Prevail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; It is a website that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Provides support to veterans dealing with combat-related mental health issues such as post-traumatic stress disorder,&amp;nbsp; depression, and anxiety. It’s built by veterans, for veterans. It offers Veterans a chance to connect with other Veterans, as well as provides programs to help them during their post deployment and reintegration processes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #292929;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The website states, "The current mental health care crisis facing our Service Members is a very real problem with very real consequences. As a Veteran-owned company, we have a personal stake in the matter and intend to help all Veterans that are in need without ever charging a Veteran or military Family Member," says Richard Gengler, CEO of Prevail Health Solutions LLC, the parent company of Vets Prevail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #292929;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Where have organizations like this been? Our veterans need our help long after their deployment. They served for us, we should serve for them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #292929;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;According to this article from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/military/2010-07-15-army-suicides_N.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;USA Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;, Last year there were 244 confirmed or suspected soldier suicides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #292929;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nchv.org/index.cfm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The National Coalition for Homeless Veterans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; states that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #292929;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;on any given night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;107,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; veterans are homeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Over the course of a year, approximately twice that many experience homelessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Only eight percent of the general population can claim veteran status, but nearly one-fifth of the homeless population are veterans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why are we, as the Americans they fought to protect, allowing this to happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I won’t sit here and preach about what everyone else should do, because as stated I am not a Veteran. I just ask that today, on our national Veterans Day, you go to a Veteran you know, and ask them how they feel. Ask them what can be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Most importantly, ask how they can be supported after their return to civilian life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am damn proud to be an American, and it is all thanks to those who have fought and continue to fight for our freedom and our rights. It’s time we give back to those soldiers and their families who sacrifice so much for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Please Visit these websites and see what you can do to help:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vetsprevail.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vets Prevail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nchv.org/index.cfm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The National Coalition for Homeless Veterans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nvf.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;National Veterans Foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theveteranssupport.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The Veterans Support Organization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dav.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Disabled American Veterans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post is dedicated to Jessika Ross, Joshua Baugh, Ben Carpenter, Alex Morris, Hugh Coffman, Ed Martinez, in memory of my grandfather Alexander Dawson, and all the soldiers who fight for the United States of America.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-4786390757200432610?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In my defense, I’ve been so busy and my life so consistently changes that I forget what I’m doing on a day to day basis anymore. I know it’s not an excuse, but YOU try working 3 jobs and going to school over the summer and see how that works out for you. Then once school started my life was so dramatic I didn’t feel like documenting it on my blog because it’s not something I’d like to remember years from now. I guess I feel that way about a lot of things that have happened in my life, but I’m stuck with them. It’s all about growing…or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;
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Either way blog, I’m sorry. And I’m back. Well, for today at least.&lt;br /&gt;
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I came to blog today because I’ve been feeling sorry for myself, and the only way to get over it is to really write it all down, read it, realize how stupid it is, and give myself a boost back to life. My car breaking down shouldn’t floor me, I mean seriously this damn car has caused me enough problems in my life, but it just brings up a bunch of what ifs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if I stayed in Chatham and had worked full time?&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if I did what my sister did and went straight into the workforce instead of going to college? Would I be better off in the long run?&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if my dad didn’t turn out to be a selfish, alcoholic jerk who never takes responsibilities for his actions?&lt;/li&gt;
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What if, what if, what if…&lt;br /&gt;
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There’s about a million more I could write, but really what’s the point? I am where I am for a reason. I can’t look back on mistakes and falls because they aren’t going to change. They happened. I got back up again. And they’ll continue to happen. That’s just something I need to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also need to stop seeing the bad things in my life as the worst things in my life. Every chip, crack, punch, fall, whatever I call it at the time, comes with a gold star. Being broke has lead to great job opportunities. Months of confusion and hardship has lead to clarity. Lost friendships have lead to better friendships. And while my car breaking down seems devastating to someone who depends on it so much, it could have been a lot worse had I not been in the position I am today. I have a boyfriend who, without question, worked his schedule to share his car with me so I could get to school and work. He calmed me down when I thought I was going to lose it (surprise to the people who know me: I tend to overreact). I have great friends who checked on me, made me laugh, gave me rides, and really grounded me to what my life is, which in all honesty is not that bad. My mass comm girls really made this semester the best. &lt;br /&gt;
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I also have to make note of the friend who has been there for me since our Jr. High days. No matter what, she's always been there. Even if we don't talk as much as we used to or see each other as much as we should, she's still there for me 100%. She's one of the only people who truly knows me because she's been there through most of my life. If you're reading this, just know it's never gone unnoticed. I am a much stronger person because of everything I've learned from you. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have my family, who no matter how much we pretend to hate each other on any certain situation, we love each other. We have everyone’s backs and make sure no one is stranded or in trouble, to the best of our ability. We may not be perfect, but we’re loyal. My mom works hard, my sister is the most amazing person I have ever known, and while my brother took a little longer than I would have liked, he finally got his shit together and I couldn’t be more proud. When my car broke down, even from over an hour away, I had the support. It was things like that that make me miss home the most. I don’t get much time to go home, and I never really realize how much it bothers me until things like this come up. I’m usually just to busy to notice.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really spent my morning thinking about friendships, though. That’s the part that is seemingly a revolving door in my life. Sometimes it’s my fault, sometimes it’s not. Well, I guess I can go ahead and say it’s always my fault. I say that because I tend to trust people too easily. I tend to care more than I should, and while it works for a while, at some point it gets to me. It’s very rare to find someone who gives you just as much as you give them, and it takes me up until that moment to weed out the people who don’t give me what I give to them. They may hate me now, and there’s very few people in that category who I care whether they hate me or not, but it happens for a reason. It seems that even in these times, when you lose everything, you gain so much more. I always thought that was cliché until this semester. I&amp;nbsp;had the chance to get closer to people I&amp;nbsp;already had in my life, and become better friends with people who should have been there all along.&amp;nbsp;My life took a while to balance out, but now, at least for the moment, it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s nice, though I don’t wish it on anyone, to finally have people I’m close to who understand what I’m going through and have or are going through the same things. I have one close friend from school, whom I spend almost all day, every day with. We are the lame ones who tried to get as many classes together as possible, but I’m so thankful for it. I get to see her every day, and whether we’re laughing, or crying, or having serious conversations, we’re always there for each other. She’s one of those people I wish knew how amazing she was, and never settled for less than what she’s worth. You know, one of those friends who’s been through enough in her life that you just want to give her the world. Through everything I’ve gone through this year, she’s listened, gave advice, and never judged me. It was so refreshing, and so when things got bad, I never felt that down about it. I knew I always had someone, and I can’t thank her enough for that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, there is my other half. We took a little while to become friends over the summer, but now that we are I have no idea how life existed without her. She is the funniest, brightest, most talented person I think I have ever met. The first day I ever actually hung out with her, I shared with her things I haven’t told people before. I don’t think she’ll ever realize how truly amazing she is, but my god. She’s my hero (second to my sister, of course). When I was panicking about my car, in tears and not breathing, she fixed everything without me asking. She didn’t talk me through it, she just immediately set up someone to fix it and for a lot cheaper than what I thought I had to do. She’s what I’ve always looked for, someone who gives as much as she gets. I’ll go ahead and speak for both of us to say that we love our friendship equally because we give and take equally. She got me a job that I love, and I’m always down for her adventures. She talks me through my insanity, and I can do the same for her. For eva :)&lt;br /&gt;
Bah, so what is the point of my rambling? I was getting ready for school this morning and thought how I’d have ever gotten through the situation I’m in without my boyfriend, my family, and my other half, and the answer is I wouldn’t. I sometimes feel all alone in the world, because no one really has ever accepted me for who I am; faulted, emotional, usually blows things out of proportion, beaten down, used to failure. I have that group of people around me, and even the worse doesn’t seem so bad. &lt;br /&gt;
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So when I get this depressed feeling, I want to look at this blog, and realize what I have as opposed to what I don’t have.&lt;br /&gt;
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And what I have is amazing. So thank you for being a part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-1402761704702899275?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/03/29/massachusetts.bullying.suicide/index.html?hpt=T2"&gt;9 Teens Charged in Bullying that Led to Girl's Suicide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A 15 year old girl was found hanging in her apartment building in Massachusetts in January after months and months of verbal and physical abuse from her classmates. District Attorney Elizabeth D. Scheibel told reporters, &lt;b&gt;“The investigation revealed relentless activity directed toward Phoebe designed to humiliate her.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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15 years old. I can’t even put the words together right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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When did kids become so horrible? This goes far beyond any sort of childhood bullying I have ever heard of or encountered. These ruthless teenagers threw bottles at her, knocked her books out of her hand, used words even I find to vile to say as an adult against her, and that’s just what they’ve released to the press. This all took place on school grounds, sometimes in front of faculty and staff, and nothing was done.&lt;br /&gt;
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And now a 15 year old innocent girl is dead. And all I can do is sit here and wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to know where these kids learned to be so nasty. And where are you, parents? I know, you’ll say it’s easy for me to judge because I don’t have a child. But this is just absurd. If you don’t know what your child is doing, you’re not doing your job as a parent. I know I’ll get some flack for that, but if you’re defaulting that there’s no way you can know what your child is doing at all times then you need to step up your game. Nine students are being charged for the bullying that lead to this girl’s death. That’s nine kids, with nine sets of parents or guardians, who should have taught them better. When exactly did your kids become such monsters? Those nine students were just that, monsters. Monsters that spent their time and energy every day to physically and mentally beat down one girl. And I hope they go to jail, because if they are this hateful at 15-17 and get away with it, imagine what kind of demented adults they will be. I don’t expect parents to know every minute of what their child does, but they should have been raised better. There’s no excuse for any of these children to think that this kind of behavior was now, or ever, acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, so the parents can’t hold their child’s hand during school hours and know exactly what they’re doing. Where the hell were school officials on this? From the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/03/29/massachusetts.bullying.suicide/index.html?hpt=T2"&gt;CNN.com &lt;/a&gt;report:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;“Though initial news reports blamed [Phoebe] Prince's suicide on cyberbullying, Scheibel said the students' actions were "primarily conducted on school grounds during school hours and while school was in session." She said any use of electronic social networks was secondary to "commonly understood bullying methods."&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bullying of Prince was common knowledge to most of the student body and to certain faculty, staff and administrators, Scheibel said. At least four students and two faculty members had intervened during the harassment, but the school's code of conduct was inconsistently enforced, she said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Though the faculty, staff and administrators' behavior was not deemed criminal, "the actions, or inactions, of some adults at the school are troublesome," she said.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There’s just no excuse. No excuse. Parents can’t be at school walking the halls with their kids, but there are enough faculty and staff walking the halls to see this in action. Where were they to stop this? Only two faculty members ever stepped in? According to the &lt;a href="http://www.publicschoolreview.com/school_ov/school_id/38518"&gt;Public School Review&lt;/a&gt;, there are 55 teachers and 721 students at South Hadley High School where this incident took place. That’s only 13 students to each teacher. And that’s only teachers, not including other support staff members such as hall monitors and janitors, or Administrators. Now, please tell me there aren’t enough employees at the school to see this kind of bullying happening. It is required by law that parents send their students to school (if they aren’t home schooled). If you have to send them to a school, shouldn’t they be safe?&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it going to take another kid bringing a gun to school to make people wake up?&lt;br /&gt;
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Schools should be operating on a proactive basis, not a reactive basis. Why does it take death to make people open their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;
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The nine students, monsters as I will affectionately call them from now on, are facing an array of charges, from violation of civil rights with bodily injury resulting, criminal harassment, disturbance of a school assembly, and statutory rape. The statutory rape charge can carry a life sentence. I hope every single one of those monsters is charged with the crimes they are accused of. Not only to give justice to this poor tormented girl, but to send a message to them and others. Nothing is learned if the monsters get away with their crimes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please go to &lt;a href="http://www.pacer.org/bullying/mhs/index.asp"&gt;The National Center for Bullying Prevention&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.stopcyberbullying.org/"&gt;STOP Cyberbullying&lt;/a&gt; to learn what you can do to help your children and prevent more unnecessary deaths.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sad thing is, I really do love the job. It’s everything else about the job that I don’t love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If it were simple enough to just show up, put a smile on my face, and talk to people it would be the best job ever. I don’t mind greeting people and helping them find what they need. I’m actually pretty enthused to sit and talk to someone for twenty minutes, even if it’s a subject I don’t really care about. I really love people. And as much as I’ve heard of people hating retail, I actually don’t mind it. There are two problems I have, though: the customer and the coworker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I’m assuming you think this doesn’t make sense, right? Well let me start off by saying not ALL customers act this way, which makes my job semi-enjoyable. There are the few, however, that carry certain traits that I see time and time again. I hope if you’re reading this and possess some of these traits, you may take into consideration the effects and hopefully change them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. When you walk into a store, especially a retail outlet, 9 times out of 10 you are greeted by a worker who will ask you if there is anything they can help you find. If you say you’re just looking, they’ll either usually leave you alone, or let you know of what sales to look out for. Why do we do this? Well number one, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;it’s our job&lt;/b&gt;. If we get secret shopped and we don’t inform you of the current promotion, we’re in big trouble. Number two, I mean…don’t you want to know what sales are going on? I’d like to know what deals to look out for before I look at anything else; I guess I just assumed everyone else does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d say a good 85% of the time I get customers in the store and I tell them the promotion, they either look straight at me without acknowledging that there are in fact sounds and syllables coming out of my mouth, they walk away before I can finish my two-second sentence, or what annoys me the most is that they will interrupt me with again saying “I’m just looking.” Okay, telling you the promotion takes two seconds out of your shopping experience. If at the VERY LEAST, let me say it because it’s my job and I have to. At the VERY LEAST! My thing is, especially in my store, all of our employees are friendly to every person that walks in the door. Every time. I can’t even count the number of times in my day that one of us will say hi to someone walking through the door, standing within three feet of them, and they will walk right by without even acknowledging our existence. Now, I’ve been told that I’m so pale I’m almost translucent, so I find it believable that people may in fact see right through me, but not my coworkers. At the very least you can say hi back, it won’t kill you, and say thank you for the promotion details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. I’m one to not be pushy. If you say you’re just looking, I will let you know what’s on sale but then I will let you look on your own. I’m not one to force people to buy something. I also don’t work on commission, so it doesn’t 100% hurt me if you don’t buy our product. It helps the store out which keeps me employed, but I’m not going to push any single person to buy something they don’t want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That being said, if you have been in my store for 10-20 minutes, I’m going to check and make sure you’re finding everything okay. No, it’s not because I think you’re stealing. No, it’s not because I think you’re not competent enough to pick something out on your own. It’s because I want to make sure that you are, in fact, finding everything okay. Shock, right? I know especially in the store I work in that we may not have a certain item but we have the ability to look up which stores in our area would. It’s actually really handy, and we offer a discount on the item if you drive to find it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like I said, I want to help you find what you need the best I can. But it is, again, also my job to check and make sure you are finding everything alright. Does it really kill you to say yes, thank you? I mean did it sting right through your chest to even read it? There’s just a common sense of politeness for another human being that should go both ways that I learn on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. GET OFF YOUR CELL PHONE! First of all, in a store as small as mine, I hope you realize that conversation you’re having about your recent flare-up is echoing through the entire store. I for one did not sign up to hear that. Or about your deadbeat boyfriend. Or about what my generation affectionately coined ‘baby mamma drama’. You can’t save those kinds of conversations for the privacy of your own car or home? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most annoyingly, though, is when you are ready to check out, why can’t you say ‘hold on’ to the person on the other end of your direly important conversation? Even before I ever worked retail, if I was on the phone with someone at the time of check out, I would either say hold on or I would end the call. Why? It’s called common courtesy. You should be making a verbal exchange with the person who is trying to complete your transaction. It again goes back to common human decency. This person behind the counter is here to help you, and you can’t take 5 seconds away to respond to them? It’s absolutely the rudest thing I have ever encountered. I’m not here to be ignored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now this AGAIN does not pertain to all customers. And also, there is an etiquette that needs to be followed by employees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. I don’t care how much you think you hate your job. I really don’t. Guess what? In this economy you are lucky to even be employed, even if it is a minimum wage retail outlet. You need to act as though this is the best job you’ve ever had. Why? Because you have a job. There are a lot of people who would happily do what you’re doing now for a lot less money. So quit complaining so much. I will admit, some policies our store enacts aren’t always the best, or what I think is the best. And I may vocalize how I feel about them. But there comes a point when you have to accept it and JUST DO IT. You don’t need to continue to complain about a policy for a year. If you don’t like it, quit. Let someone else do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. You should absolutely 100% ALWAYS be friendly to the customers. Even the rude customers that make you feel like dirt, the ones I have outlined previously. Why? Because it’s your job. You know what your job is every day when you walk through the door. You don’t get to be rude to someone who just walks in the door because you’re in a bad mood. You put on that smile and you say the promotion. You just do it. I get so sick of people endlessly complaining and being rude to their customers. Although I feel customers should treat employees better while they shop in the store, they aren’t getting paid to be nice to you. You’re getting paid to be nice to them. If you don’t like it, not only should you quit, but you should also find another field of employment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Do your job. DO YOUR JOB. Don’t slack off; don’t complain about putting merchandise out. Don’t get angry when you have to do something. If it’s within the means of the job description outlined to you when you started, just do it. If you don’t like it, then quit. It’s really, really simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think the world would be a better place if people just in general afforded a common courtesy to each other. There’s nothing wrong with being polite to total strangers. If someone says hi to you, say hi back. If they want to help you, let them help. If they say ‘have a nice day’ say ‘thanks, you too’. It’s these little acts of simple human respect that can make my day a lot easier when I’m working. All of my friends and family will tell you I am at the point of almost being over polite to people in drive thrus or at stores. The reasoning? Everyone deserves a smiling face at least once in their day. It’s my responsibility as an employee to give it to every single person that walks through the door of my store. It’s my responsibility as a human being to give it to every person I encounter throughout my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It won’t kill you to be nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-2468235992415830128?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now let’s go ahead and snap back to the real world, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is completely unfathomable to me that people are this upset about Health Care Reform that they are proclaiming is the downfall of &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Are you kidding me? How is finally reforming a system that has been abusing people for years the end of the world? Oh yeah, because the insurance companies and therefore the politicians they pay off will lose profit. Oh dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How exactly is extending insurance availability to over 32 million more Americans a sad day for this country? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to say personally that I am really exhausted and burnt out on the argument that “I don’t want to have to pay taxes to those bums who are on Welfare and just too lazy to get a job.” I hate to break it to you, but not every person who lacks insurance coverage is too lazy to get a job. I’m not exactly sure if anyone is aware of this or not, but right at the end of the Bush Administration and the beginning of the Obama Administration, the economy and the job market were suffering immensely. Has anyone who made this claim tried to get a job recently? It’s not as easy as you think, no matter how hard you work at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m really happy for you that you had the opportunity to go to college and get a degree and a job. That’s really fantastic. The reality is not everyone has that opportunity. Student Loans and Financial Aid are a mess, and not just everyone gets them. You can’t just wake up and say “today I’m going to college!” and have everything fall into place with a snap of your finger. Not everyone has the same opportunities. Not everyone grows up in a wealthy family. When discussing the reform, a friend of mine said to me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;“l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;ooks like we'll be paying the bills for every bum out there who blames the government for their poor work ethic. grow up and get a job hippies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; This just made me sad and angry at the same time. There are people out there who abuse the system, and it’s awful. I agree with that. But there are people out there who abuse every system. Heck, all of these politicians abuse the system ridiculously every day, but nothing is done about it. I wonder frequently why the poor are “hippies abusing the system” but the rich aren’t doing anything wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This reform WILL help millions of Americans. I currently work two jobs while going to school full time, and I still don’t have enough money left over to purchase health insurance. It’s too expensive. I worry every day that if something happens to me, and I have to go to the hospital, I will never have enough money to pay off the tremendous debt I’ll have just because someone kept me alive. Think about that for a second: these are peoples’ LIVES at stake. In my opinion, health care should be free for all human beings because it’s a disgusting concept that medicine and services to keep you alive come at an astronomical cost. It’s just unfathomable to me. This reform doesn’t make that happen, but it’s taking the step in the right direction to stop the insurance companies from abusing people any more than they already have. One of the arguments I have heard time and time again is that the government shouldn’t take over health care, they should reform themselves. Hm…considering the current state of health care, it looks like they’ve been doing such a phenomenal job at that already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSN1914020220100319"&gt;This article from Reuters&lt;/a&gt; outlines the changes that will be made from this reform. The most important to me at least, and the ones that really make me wonder why people are so against the reform, are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;*Insurance companies will be barred from dropping people from coverage when they get sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;*Insurers will be barred from excluding children for coverage because of pre-existing conditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;*Young adults will be able to stay on their parents' health plans until the age of 26. (Many health plans currently drop dependents from coverage when they turn 19 or finish college).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;*Uninsured adults with a pre-existing conditions will be able to obtain health coverage through a new program that will expire once new insurance exchanges begin operating in 2014.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;People will no longer be dropped from their insurance or denied insurance because of a pre-existing condition. How can you look at that and not feel a sigh of relief? Oh yeah, you have insurance so it doesn't matter to you. Because of this bill, if you with your almighty insurance lose your job, and you have cancer, you still have options. That wasn't available before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;To wrap up, I was told yesterday that along with the fact that health care reform will ruin our country, that if I didn't like the way our country has run up until now and the "values America was founded on" then I should move. All I can say to that, sir, is that I'm not going anywhere. Because for once in my life, I'm proud to be an American citizen. A citizen for change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Thank you to Congress and President Barack Obama for caring about the people, not the profit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't want to get into an abortion debate in this post, because that's a whole other issue, but just be clear that the pro-life Democrats worked to make sure that&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 19px;"&gt;President Obama made the changes in the original bill to guarantee that the bill would not change existing limits on federal funding for abortion.&amp;nbsp;Texas Representative Randy Neugebauer was completely out of line to scream "It's a baby killer" at&amp;nbsp;Rep. Bart Stupak, an anti-abortion Democrat. I understand the health care bill is a hot button issue, but have some class in our House of Representatives. It's absolutely disgusting that he ever resulted to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And then it comes in the news that Itawamba Agricultural High School in Fulton, Mississippi, canceled the entire senior prom because a female student asked permission to wear a tuxedo and bring her girlfriend. No, you read that right. School officials canceled the ENTIRE PROM for all of the students just because one girl wanted to bring her significant other. &lt;br /&gt;
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This is obviously disgusting for many reasons. The thing that really irks me though is the reasoning that a gay couple at the prom is more immoral than a straight couple. I don’t see how it’s any different? Because a girl will hug, and slow dance, and possibly (gasp) kiss a person she has feelings for? I’ve never seen a straight couple do that at prom. I’ve also never seen a straight couple rub themselves shamelessly on their dates, other people’s dates, or their friends of the same sex. I’ve never known any straight couple who went upstairs to the hotel rooms after the dance and had sex. I never knew anyone straight who got pregnant on prom night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I’m also lying.&lt;br /&gt;
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When is enough finally enough? THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING GAY. The inconceivable injustice that lesbians, gays, bisexuals,&amp;nbsp;and transgenders go through on a daily basis is worse than any other race, ethnicity, or social group. Sorry if that strikes a chord with any of you, but it’s true. The Civil Rights movement did in fact make a lot of progress for the African-American community. While racism still sadly and disgustingly exists, Black Americans can get jobs, get married, share their health insurance, and have or adopt children. Lucky you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There will always be people who are dumb and ignorant, no matter how much we progress as a human race. The thing is though, you don’t have the government or your school districts taking away your basic human rights. &lt;br /&gt;
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While I thoroughly don’t agree with the religious point of view on homosexuals, (do not agree AT ALL whatsoever in any way, shape or form) they are allowed to their opinion. And if they don’t want to perform marriage ceremonies for homosexuals, they shouldn’t have to. That’s what the separation of church and state is there for. I, nor anyone else, should tell you how to run your religion. That said, since I offer that to you, all I want in return is your religion out of my government. I haven’t heard one reason that gays shouldn’t be allowed to marry that has nothing to do with religious or moral views. My representatives are not there to preach to me their moral values; they are there to make sure my government runs smoothly and in MY best interests. In EVERYONE'S best interests in their constituency or beyond. If you don't want to represent the rights of every single person in the community, don't run for office. It's false advertising, really.&amp;nbsp;It’s just absurd to me that states even have to vote on the option of gay marriage. Since when did someone’s love for another person become a vote?&lt;br /&gt;
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And to those who want to say “if we let them gays marry, what’s next? Marrying an animal?” First of all, you’re an idiot. Second of all, don’t compare a human being to an animal. A human being can feel, and on top of that voice their opinions, what they want and don’t want, and what they feel. While animals are cute and cuddly and you can tell when most of them are happy or sad, they cannot verbalize their feelings nor do they have the capacity to understand what is happening to them if someone tried to marry them. They don't have the knowledge to know right or wrong to the degree that a human does. That argument is ridiculous. And don’t even try to say that a parrot can speak for itself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It’s 2010, not 1950. We’re in a totally new age. With that, how have we not progressed? Where’s the Martin Luther King, Jr. for the homosexual community? Something needs to be done about this and it needs to be done now. There is absolutely no excuse for what’s happening. None.&amp;nbsp; If you’re against gay marriage or freedom for gay couples to attend prom, I would like you to comment and tell me why. Tell me at least one rational reason why one human being shouldn’t be able to&amp;nbsp;freely be with&amp;nbsp;another human being. It can’t be a religious reason either, because you have the freedom to your religion but I have the freedom to keep it out of my government. I want one, solid reason why homosexual couples should not be recognized in the eyes of our government. I’m waiting…&lt;br /&gt;
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For more information on the fight for equality, visit the &lt;a href="http://www.aclu.org/lgbt-rights"&gt;LGBT Movement website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-1119086079215268185?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all, hi. I probably don’t post on your walls anymore or chat with you like I should, so we probably haven’t talked in a while. I hope things are going well for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I don’t really keep a correspondence with you, but that’s really the amazing thing about Facebook, isn’t it? You post enough status updates and pictures that all I have to do is check my news feed to see what you’ve been up to. I feel like if we were to talk, there’d really be nothing to talk about because I know it all already. So when my mom asks me, “did you hear so-and-so is pregnant?” I can say, “yeah, I saw it on Facebook.” ‘Nuff said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are positives to Facebook. It’s been (for the most part) nice to have my family all on one shared space. We can keep track of each other more easily now, especially since at the moment we’re pretty spread out. Also, it gives me an easier way to keep track of people I went to high school with. It’s nice to see how everyone is progressing in life and the success they’ve achieved, even if we don’t talk anymore. And I’ll be honest, when I’m bored out of my mind, I have a space where I can stalk my friends and their profiles. Don’t judge me; you know you do it, too. It’s a pretty fun way to pass the time and keep up on the latest gossip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are, however, just a few things that bother me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all, if you are all about FarmVille or Aqualand or whatever else you can do on there, great for you. I’m happy for you really. But after the first 8 times you’ve invited me to play and I’ve ignored it, do me a favor and STOP INVITING ME. I feel like even if I block the application, you somehow find a way to get back to me. It seems anymore that there are millions of other games and no matter how much I hide, they still find me. Same goes for quizzes. Ugh, the quizzes…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also don’t want to be a part of any cause. I’m not heartless; I donate to charity and take part in causes that are close to my heart. But I’ve also learned about how the causes on Facebook (from now on referred to as FB because I’m lazy) are almost always hoaxes. After the Haiti Earthquake, there was a group created that said if they got to x amount of members then FB would donate x amount of dollars. It turned out to be a hoax. Yes, there are disgusting people out there who will scam for charity dollars in the wake of a disaster. The worst thing is, people just suck it up and believe it. Here’s a little tip about the internet; it’s NOT safe. You can’t believe everything you read and you can’t buy into crap like that. If you really want to help a relief effort, call the Red Cross. Don’t just join some group that ANYONE can make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s another thing that bothers me. Even though I’ve made my profile as private as I can possibly make it, I’ve been getting random people, possibly bots, trying to add me as a friend. I’ve watched enough &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;To Catch a Predator &lt;/i&gt;to know that you don’t just add random people. First of all, you have no idea if they really are who they are representing on their profiles. Secondly, why do you want someone you’ve never met knowing your business? Right now, I have 370 friends. It seems like a lot, but I know every single person on my list, be it family, friends, people I graduated high school with, or people in my college classes. Even if we aren’t the best of friends, I at least know them and have had a face to face conversation with every person on that list. Be smart about it people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lastly, and what this blog is really about, is I just ask that you PLEASE remember that FB is a PUBLIC FORUM. I know a lot of people who get annoyed when their friends’ statuses are consistently “I &amp;lt;3 My Boyfriend sooooooooooooooooo much &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3” but really I don’t mind it. If you’re happy, be happy. But please don’t post intimate details about your relationship. I don’t need to know how great your mate is in the sack. I mean good for you, but is anything private anymore? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;People who publicize their breakups through FB are the most appalling to me. There’s a joke that goes around that states nothing is official unless it’s on FB. So, if you’re in a relationship, it’s not legitimate until your relationship status is changed on your profile. There is nothing creepier to me than people who comment on relationship statuses, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; when the person has gone from “in a relationship” to “single.” My boyfriend and I had a rocky start at the beginning of our relationship, and our silly relationship status changed a few times within a few weeks (we’re classy as well). Every time it changed, I asked him to go physically delete the notification from his page. I didn’t want anyone to have the option of commenting on our ups and downs. I thought it was just creepy and intrusive. But at the same time, I’d like our relationship acknowledged on the side of my page. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But there are people I am friends with who post about their breakups in their statues, and even worse the scorned partner is commenting back to it. All on the page! Why do you want all of this arguing and name calling going on where over 300 people can see it? Do you really starve for all that attention? Aren’t you embarrassed at all? Look at it this way; say you were at some sort of big event, say a graduation ceremony. You get in a fight with your significant other in the middle of the ceremony. Instead of saving the argument for the privacy of your own home, or going outside at the least, you stand up and begin to scream obscenities at each other…in front of a gym full of people. If you find that as absurd as I do, then maybe you should work your problems out just the two of you and not where everyone can see, or god forbid, comment along with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think that people really forget that FB is a public place. It still baffles me that I can get to everything on a person’s profile that I’m not friends with. I’m sure most of you while reading this have said “if you don’t like it so much, then why don’t you delete it?” Like I said earlier, it really is super convenient to keep track of people. I don’t have a lot of time to call or email people, so it’s nice to see what they’re up to these days. But I also know that not everyone on my list is my best friend, so I don’t need to know every little thing. I in turn, don’t want people to know every little thing about me, especially not my relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, dear Facebook friends, remember that everyone can see your profile. Be smart about what you say or do. And don’t annoy your friends (i.e. me) with anymore FarmVille invitations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;XOXO- Jess&lt;br /&gt;
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PS- Funny Article to Read if you want:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/TECH/10/24/annoying.facebook.updaters/index.html?iref=allsearch"&gt;12 Most Annoying Facebookers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-8229680877938129727?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a simple line from the Lady Antebellum song “Need You Now” (which if you haven’t heard, check it out on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eB7T3lJ3dZ4"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. I love it), but it’s a line that sticks with me every time I hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I promise you that all of my blogs won’t be about love and relationships, but it seems like my life is immersed with them right now. I’m watching all of these heartbreaks happen around me and the pain that comes with it. I watch everyone I know ask the one simple question: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friend Cindy has a brilliant blog (which you should read &lt;a href="http://myblog.cynthiabateman.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, it’s worth your time) and recently she wrote a post about her thirteen year old daughter. I’ve only known Cindy for about 6 months, but she’s already someone I know I will admire for the rest of my life. She’s such a strong woman, but not in an overbearing super-feminist sort of way. She’s got her head together and opinions she can actually back up, and on top of it she’s incredibly smart. I started my blog because of her inspiration, and I find myself looking at things differently because of the perspective she brings to my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, look, I’ve gone sappy. Let me get back to my point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She has tried her best to instill the same sort of optimism and independence in her daughter. If you’d like to read more about this specifically, read the post &lt;a href="http://myblog.cynthiabateman.com/2010/03/04/wanted-instructions-for-building-a-loveproof-heart.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The only thing she couldn’t protect her from, was the heart. She likes a boy, the boy flirts with her daily, then stops answering her texts; that’s the abridged version anyways. In the post, Cindy questions her parenting and wonders what she could have done differently to keep her daughter from hurting this way. How do you build a love proof heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;While no one wants to watch their child or their friends go through heart ache, my simple answer to that question is you can’t. Actually, my feeling on the matter is you shouldn’t. Think about the times you have really been crushed to the ground and heart broken. The moments where you felt like there was no shining light left. Now look at yourself now. Do you think you would be the person you are today if you hadn’t had your heart broken? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those who know me know how much I’ve been through in my life. My heartache has stretched far beyond any sort of romantic relationship. My dad has broken my heart repeatedly. My brother has a few times. Several friends have destroyed me. My best friend in the world broke me down once. I feel a lot for people, and in turn it almost always gets me in the end. I still firmly believe I care a lot more for people than I get in return. I’d like to say that I’m not like that because of the lessons I’ve learned, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;but frankly it’s something I cannot and will not change. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Yes, I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In some cases, the heartache I’ve felt has made my relationships with my friends stronger. My best friend and I are closer than ever, and I would do absolutely anything for him. That time where he broke my heart, I broke his too. We were just in a bad place and I think we took it out on each other. I wouldn’t go back and change it though. It takes a good heart break to make you stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad, however, is a repeat offender. It’s sad when you have to completely disregard a member of your own family, but sometimes it’s necessary. I’m a piñata to my father, where he can just take his hits time and time again. It took me until this year to realize I could no longer take it anymore. But would I go back and change all of the things he’s done to me? Absolutely not. In a way, I should thank him. “Dear Dad, thanks for making my life hell time and time again. You’ll never know how much you’ve actually done for me.” Because I’ve watched my Dad’s shortcomings and failures, it pushes me more and more to be a better, stronger person. I don’t think I’d be working this hard to get through college if I didn’t have the motivation to be the person he never was. I know it sounds harsh. I wish I could explain to you my entire situation but there isn’t enough space on this blog to do it. What you need to know is that he gave up on himself a long time ago, and I will do everything I can to never be like that. I strive to make sure I’m successful in whatever it is I do. As a senior in High School, I never thought I was going to college. Just one day I realized the heartache I’ve been through and knew I could take one of two paths: I could continue the one I was on and struggle every day and be exactly like my father, or I could change my path and make my future happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The point is that pain makes you stronger. Call it cliché if you want to, but I’m a living testament to it. Things have never been easy for me, but I’m not complaining. I needed the pain, the shock, the heart break; I needed all of it. Because I am so proud of the independent strong person I am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So to those who have broken my heart and will in the future, thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-6054611343194572464?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This time, however, I couldn’t even feign politeness. My coworker had just gone on break, so I was on the floor alone. I had a station set up at the end of one of our aisles, where I was tagging our merchandise. I won’t tell you where I work, but it’s important to the story to know that at my store, we have full-length mirrors at the end of each aisle. There hadn’t been anyone in the store for a while when two older gentlemen and one man about my age walked in the store. Anyone that knows me will tell you I am overly polite to people, so I put on my bubbly smile and said hello and let them know what our sales promotion was at the time. I pointed them in the direction they needed to go and then told them to let me know if there was anything they needed.&amp;nbsp; The two older gentlemen smiled and said thank you and went on their way. They couldn’t be more polite. It was the younger man that really disturbed me.&lt;br /&gt;
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He literally sat in the aisle and stared at me. Literally stared at my back (or what I was hoping was my back) the entire time. He made a phone call to his friend, loudly proclaiming the parts of my anatomy he found appealing, like when I heard it I was going to automatically throw myself at him. When he was on the phone, I looked up in the mirror out of the corner of my eye, trying to be aware of his position while my back was turned to him. He caught me, looked me up and down again, and said “Hey baby, you know I’m checking you out.” I immediately left my post and walked to the front of the store, so I could be close to the phone in case I needed to call the police. Trust me, I was really close. When the two older gentlemen came to the counter to purchase their merchandise, this guy did not give up. He kept making comments about me, right in front of me, like it was supposed to impress me that he was sizing me up without acknowledging me as a person. As I politely shoved their bagged merchandise to them and happily-but-hastily told them to have a great day, he said to me, “Baby, I can make your day better.” &lt;br /&gt;
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“I’m quite alright, thanks.” And with that, his embarrassed shopping partners dragged him out of the store. &lt;br /&gt;
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Trust me, it took everything in me to not slug that jerk in the face. I am a 23 year old woman who works very, very hard. I dress respectably. The last thing I want or need is to be spoken ABOUT, not TO. I want to be treated like a human being. After the initial disgust of the moment, where all I wanted to do was cry and possibly shower, it really made me wonder. Is that really how you think you can get girls? Now I know the initial reaction is if he was hitting on you like that, it obviously hasn’t worked out for him. But I’d love to give him a lesson in how to really make a girl feel. And it’s not like an object. &lt;br /&gt;
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It sounds severe, but it made me feel like there wasn’t a single guy out there who wasn’t a total creep. I don’t want to be “checked out” when I’m doing my job. I don’t want someone to ask me where my boyfriend is when I’m at a restaurant. I want to wear a sign that says I DON’T NEED A MAN TO BE HAPPY. If I decide to be in a relationship, it’s because I want to, not because I need some gross cliché dude to validate me. If I’m at a restaurant without a guy, it’s not “too bad.” It’s just fine, thanks anyways. &lt;br /&gt;
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I’m not a bitter man-hater though. I’m actually in a happy new relationship (two months strong). One night we were up until 5 a.m. just talking. It was just a few weeks in, so we were playing twenty questions trying to get to know each other better. One of the questions he asked me was, “when did you know you wanted to date me?”&lt;br /&gt;
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I told him it was the very first ‘date’ we had. We’d been set up by a mutual friend, and I went to meet up with him and another one of his friends at a bar. We’d spent an hour or two just talking, using his friend as a buffer to keep it from being too awkward of a date. But I noticed as we sat in conversation the way he laughed. I think his laugh is so adorable. That’s how I knew I wanted to date him.&lt;br /&gt;
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I asked him the same question. From previous experience, I expected some comment about how he thought I was hot or something like that. His answer actually surprised me. A few days after our first ‘date’ we had a double date game night with said mutual friend and another mutual friend. We were playing Pictionary, which at times I can be very good at, but this time I wasn’t so much. I chock it up to the nervousness of being around him again. It was to the point that we were playing and he was drawing, and when I should have been just throwing out guesses, I sat there instead clueless. When I realized it, I laughed it and I had a good time, despite being awful. I stopped worrying about impressing him and just started being myself and having fun. He told me that night that we were up talking that that’s when he knew he liked me. He felt like it was just natural, and we clicked. Of any pick up line or any romantic thing anyone has ever said to me, that blew me away. He knew he liked me because I was me?&amp;nbsp; I didn't even know that was a possibility. I of course chock it up to being lucky and finding an amazing guy, but he reminded me that a real gentleman does exist.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what’s the point of the story? If I could get guys to walk away with anything, it's that I hope and pray you are never like the guy that came into my store that day. Don't size up a girl for her appearance. Don't talk at her instead of to her, and certainly don't make disgusting comments about her body. Instead, if you feel like you're attracted to a girl, really get to know her personality traits. Notice the cute, quirky things she does, and compliment those, not how 'hot' she is. Trust me, there is nothing that will floor a girl more than knowing that the way she is is more than enough for a guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-3889508985076177251?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think I never started a blog up until now because frankly, I didn't think anyone really cared about what I had to say. And most of you reading this may not, and that's okay too. I feel as I progress in my studies that I should have a lot to say about the things happening in the world. Every day I spend at least an hour on &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/"&gt;CNN &lt;/a&gt;brushing up on the news of the day. Instead of just reading a story, I now find myself analyzing why that story is in the news, why it was written in the manner it was, and for most of them how public relations was a factor. It's a very interesting change of perception. I am beginning to look at Twitter and Facebook in a whole new light. I shouldn't just use the social media outlets to "creep" on my friends, or post quirky comments to make people laugh. I should be figuring out how these outlets work, how they profit, and how companies are using them in 2010. &lt;br /&gt;
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I can't guarantee that will be all I'll write about though. If you know me, you know I have a lot to say and I'm not shy about saying it. It's interesting to me now that most people I know don't have some sort of blog. Who doesn't need a page to just sort out their thoughts and figure things out? Or a place to post on a topic and have a discussion with others?&lt;br /&gt;
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My number one concern with starting a blog is my number one concern with any writing project: Writer's Block.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;IBM has created a tool called Blog Muse, which allows users  to suggest and vote on topics they think a blog should address.Read more about it &lt;a href="http://www.switched.com/2010/03/08/ibm-wants-to-help-bloggers-overcome-writers-block/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7377030452769405225-1319308949505210429?l=jessicakratz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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