Researched and created 22 powerpoint slides on a pregnancy prevention presentation on top of studying for an exam.
Asked my partner to finish the last 2 (!!!) slides so that we could submit it to the professor.
Partner send me back the “finished” powerpoint 2 hours after it was due and goes ahead and sends it in to the professor.
Slide titled “Why is Pregnancy Prevention so Important?” now reads:
"Primarily, introducing abstinence will allow teens to know that by not having sex, the risks of a sexually transmitted diseases, infections, or pregnancies are non-existent. This will allow teens to understand that they have the choice to be sexually active, and by being abstinent they will be making a positive decision.
¨Promoting condom use, during their sexual activities will prevent the spread of a sexually transmitted diseases or infections and help prevent pregnancies. Condoms are a huge risk reduction source to pregnancies and sexually transmitted diseases or infections.”
Which is not only BLATANTLY NOT WHAT THE SLIDE IS SUPPOSED TO COVER it is MISINFORMED ABOUT ABSTINENCE and here’s the real kicker IT”S PLAGIARIZED FROM ANOTHER STUDENT.
OH MY DEAR LORD I CANNOT DO THIS.
We are seniors in nursing at an urban research university, and not only do I have classmates that can’t get there shit together enough to make TWO powerpoint slides on time, they fundamentally don’t understand the concept of research and credible sources. They also seem to have gotten through nearly four years of health education thinking ABSTINENCE is the best way to teach teens to prevent pregnancy.
What is my life.
Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up
waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through
the open living-room windows because the heat’s on too high in here and I can’t turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,
I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.
What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep
for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:
I am living. I remember you.
You’re afraid of something, stop being
You want something, go get it
You work hard for something, you can have it
You don’t want to stop, don’t
You want to understand, just think about it
You love someone. That’s all.
While I’m still 100% over this platform of self expression, I find myself needing it again.
Wow I just decided to revisit tumblr, since it’s been a while, and all of a sudden I hate it, and find it not just boring, repetitive, narcissistic, and childish, but intolerably so. I also find that I lack any amount of motivation to find more interesting blogs to follow so
I’m going to Africa I don’t need this shit.
Everything is so out of whack right now and I feel like it’s all out of my control. Even though that might always be true, I’m used to at least feeling like my sense of order and reality and my plans mean something. Right now I could have the best organization, the best ideas, the best intentions and planning and execution, and it doesn’t mean anything, and everything is still shit. The only thing that’s marginally manageable is my school work, but I just can’t care about it anymore.
Everything is difficult, and everything is a mess, and I’m hurting, and angry and feeling so lonely because I just have no say in what happens next. And I don’t know what’s going to get us through this time.
For the first time in my life, I completely forgot to go to class that was specifically mandatory today. Sometimes I don’t have everything as under control as I think I do. It makes it harder to get by on determination when things are slipping through the cracks. I thought this would be very simple, because how many ways can losing a friend go? But the feelings I have are so complicated, and I’m not sure that they’e even all arrived yet. Having to keep the rest of my life in order while I figure it out is turning out to be more of a challenge than I ever would have thought.
Except for sometimes. This has been a long, long week. After all that happened in boston, in my town, I thought we could now start to pull together and move on. Then last night, one of the best people I’ve had the privilege of knowing (though not nearly for llong enough) lost his 6 year fight with cancer. To him, good day or bad day, life was good. He was the most positive, inspiring and strong person and never had a chance to show the world what he could do.but he did show his small part of the world, and left a lot of people touched by his awesome and forever changed for the better. Life is good, it just doesn’t seen right that the one guy who never forgot it doesn’t get to be part of it. Rest well my friend, we’lk be thinking of you and we’ll be spreading the positivity in your name. Just not today.
Kendra in College.
This is what it’s like, folks. Don’t get too excited.
As time goes by and I inevitably get older I am realizing more and more that people you don’t like are for the most part people that you don’t understand. And you know, it really makes life a lot more worthwhile when you throw out pointless assumptions and superiority and take the time to get to know the people you find outright annoying, or stupid, or horrible, and take the time to understand where they come from and what they care about. Because I’m starting to see that there is some reason to care about almost every person I meet. And it makes me wonder why that always seemed so difficult.
Not so far under the surface, I’m the same blundering, emotionally underdeveloped little 15 year old, writing confused and insincere love letters to her best friend. I’m still making the same weak metaphors to get myself through the day, still condoling myself with memories and beliefs that somehow I DO fit somewhere, or will one day. I read back those old writing which are now secret from everyone else and I ridicule myself for being so naive but in reality the only thing that’s changed is that now I do have the place to lay my head, and I might understand how to form a sentence and why not to use the word “baller” a little bit better than I did then.