Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Started the New Job

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So, I have now worked my first two graveyard shifts at the new shelter. Unfortunately, there have not been any kids yet. I imagine that the kids will be hesitant about the shelter for a while. In addition, the holiday season is probably not the best season to try to open a shelter just because there is an abundance of services and charity that cumulates during Christmas time and quickly dissipates as the spirit of giving gives way to our usual greedy consumerist lifestyles. There is the fear that we will betray the kids I guess. To some extent, this is true, not because we want to, but because of state laws. By law, we have to call the police and report any child that wants to spend the night at our facility. Therefore, in a way we have to betray their trust right from the start. This is just one of the many obstacles that we will be facing. I cannot wait to get our first kid though. It is going to be a great moment. I will definitely share it with you. Let me know your thoughts and ideas. What do you think homeless kids need the most? What should be our main goal at Hearts with a Mission?
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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Training Training

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So my first day at the juvenile shelter will be on the 26th. From now until then my life is full of training. It is amazing the amount of training and certifications you need to work at any type of social service job. First aid, CPR, bloodborne pathogens, food handlers, suicide, crisis intervention, and procedure training just to start. It is all so worth it though. Low pay, long hours, drama, and heartache are also there. Its those few kids who you get to watch flourish and make a new life for themselves, they are the ones who make it all worth it.
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Monday, December 14, 2009

Hearts with a Mission PSA

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Hearts with a Mission

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So I am pretty sure I got the job!!! I went and did my Bloodborne Pathogens training last week. That class always makes me feel a little queezy, I am not a fan of blood. Going to go take my drug test tomorrow. I am really excited. The shelter opens on the 21st. I feel so bad for the kids who need shelter now. Last week it was reaching below freezing every night. We had sheets of ice on the roads.


Could you imagine sleeping at the park or under and overpass when its that cold. I couldn't imagine sleeping on the streets at all, I am a big chicken. This shelter is so important. I am feel really lucky to be a part of it. If you haven't checked out their website yet you should. http://www.heartswithamission.org/

If you are one of those people who likes to donate to charities for the holidays they have a Target registry where you can buy items needed for the shelter. This is a privately run organization so donations are what is going to open the doors and keep them open.
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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

CPR

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Well I still haven't heard if I got the job at the juvenile shelter or not. I do want to volunteer regardless if I get the job or not. So I have to be certified in CPR and First Aid either way. I contacted the Red Cross and of course all the classes are either full or a commute from my home. Not to mention the class is 4 hours long and costs almost $40. I have my First Aid until 2011 so I just need to get that darn CPR. I found a website online that does CPR certification, so now I am just waiting to hear from Hearts with a Mission and see if I can do the online course. It would save me a ton of time and actually save me money as well. The online course is good for two years and is half of what the Red Cross charges. There are a few online CPR courses and I listed them here just in case you wanted to get more information. It seems like a much preferable option instead of sitting in for one of those long and boring Red Cross CPR classes.

American Health Care Academy
International CPR Institute

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Friday, December 4, 2009

Ind. teen charged with strangling brother, 10 Boy pleads: ‘Andrew, stop’; 17-year-old then drives to girlfriend's house

 Read the story here:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/34265939/ns/us_news-crime_and_courts/?gt1=43001

What caught me about this story, was first of all that it is horribly tragic. What made me want to write about it is a quote by one of the prosecutors of the case. "Sometimes people are just evil," Dearborn-Ohio County Prosecutor Aaron Negangard said. "This is an evil child." Its back to the nature vs. nurture. Born evil, can we be born evil or if you don't buy the religious overtones of evil. Can we born to have no inherent morals? Is it civilization that makes us "good." Like Lord of the Flies, would we all be monsters if we weren't controlled by social institutions like family, school, government, religion, etc.?
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Drug Use During Pregnancy and Delinquency

A 3D ultrasound taken of a fetus at 20 weeks.Image via Wikipedia
I had a comment about drug use during pregnancy so I wanted to add this link from the March of Dimes about drug use during pregnancy and the effects on the baby. I will write more on this subject later but I need to get to bed tonight. Great link though so check it out:

http://www.marchofdimes.com/professionals/14332_1169.asp
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Monday, November 30, 2009

Born or Created, the debate continues...

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I feel the need to explain why the issue of nature or nurture means so much to me. As well as being passionate about helping other people's children, I am passionate about my three children. I was a teen mother, pregnant at 17 and a Mom at 18. I made some bad choices growing up that lead me to irresponsible behavior. I have theories about why I was that way, but that is for a later blog. I am glad I have my children and in some ways think that having them helped me make better choices and change my life for the better.

At the age of 19, I became involved with some people who again led me astray. My son was 1 1/2 and ended up staying with my parents a lot because I started drinking and experimenting with drugs. It only took me about four months to realize what a stupid mistake I was making and what a horrible mother I was being. During this time, I met a man and we began to date. He was an addict, and an abuser. I was young and dumb. When I had had enough of his ways and was about to leave him, I found out I was pregnant. I had a horrible decision to make. I already had one son with an absent father whom I was raising on my own. I didn't want to have another child without a father. I ended up staying in the relationship...

Fast forward nine years and a son and daughter later. I finally am able to find the courage to leave the man I met when I was nineteen who continued to be both an abuser and an addict. I now have three children. I think that I am a good person with pretty even tempered genetics. There isn't too much in the way of health or mental disorders in the family tree. There is some alcoholism and addiction issues. My ex is an addict, and I would argue mentally unstable. His family has a long line of mental disorders and addiction issues.

So I have these three kids...Are my two youngest doomed because they come from a genetic pool of addiction and mental issues? I can't possibly accept that I have bore children who are fated into dysfunctional lives. I am however a realist and I know the research has shown that genetics play a substantial role in who we become. There have been twin studies where twins were adopted out and even though they were raised in totally different families, their personalities and behaviors are still similar. So it has to be the genetics that make them behave in those ways. But, is there no hope then?

Like I said before, I can't accept that answer. I am one of those parents that is always looking for the better way. The better way to discipline, the better way to cook, the better way to be. I put a lot of effort into my kids. Making sure they play sports, and experience a full life. I read to them, play with them, and talk to them. I want to think that all my effort is creating productive and healthy humans. Not that I am just wasting my time because flawed genetics are already at work and I have no control over the outcome.

On the flip side, what happens when you have a whole family of one kind of people, and then that singular rebel that can either be the black or white sheep depending which way they differ. Is their genetics different? Did they choose to be different than the rest because something in their environment showed them that they had a choice?

I am going to end this for now, but I have a lot more I can write on the subject. I really want to know what those of you who take the time to read this think. I think this dialog is truly important for humanity. The answers to these questions will help us create more effective social institutions. We need to know what change is possible for humans. Can you rehabilitate a child molester? Is a serial killer that way because they were born "evil" or was it their environment? Can you create a better humanity or does it have to be bred?


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Friday, November 27, 2009

Life is about change...

Children sleeping in Mulberry Street (1890) Art.Image via Wikipedia
Well I haven't blogged in awhile because just as I thought I knew what life had in store for me, it changed. I moved, am now unemployed, and not a juvenile detention worker at the moment. So I can't really blog about work. I am however in the process of searching for a new job. I may have to change the name of my blog though since the job that I will hopefully be working at soon is at a juvenile shelter. I wanted to take a moment and blog about this wonderful place. A man in my city read an article about all the homeless youth in our county. After reading this one article he took it upon himself to find a cure for the problem. After three years, this is what he has created:

If you ever feel like donating money to a place where you can actually see your money do good work, this is the place. They are now about to open the doors. Hopefully I will be one of the employees who get to join such a momentous event. Unfortunately the funding to keep the doors open is not there. So its going to take lots of generosity from the community and caring people all over to keep this very vital facility running. It is cold here now, and it snows here. Think about all those homeless teens freezing on the streets. They need shelter.
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Sunday, September 13, 2009

What makes them different?

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So a question...What makes a kid become delinquent? This of course is one of those questions that has no one answer. I have taken more than one semester long course on this very subject. I want to know what other people think, not just what my college books say. I personally think that the answer is multi-faceted. I feel that a child's behavior is based on both their genetic makeup that brings them into life with a set personality, and I also feel that the environment a child is raised in also contributes equally. What do you think? I really want to know. I guess this blogging session is more of and inquiry than me telling you anything. I want to have a conversation about juvenile delinquency.
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Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Butt-Crack Caper

BUTT CRACKImage by deepchi1 via Flickr
I wanted to start this blog out on a more lighthearted note so I decided to gripe. To understand this gripe I need to explain a little about the facility I am employed. It is both a juvenile detention and a juvenile shelter. One side of the facility is kind of like kiddy jail, while the other side houses kids who are part of the child welfare system. The kids in the shelter function much like children outside of the facility would. They wear their own clothes, and have some freedom.

This freedom and wearing their clothes is where the butt-crack caper begins...

I do not know about you, but I am amazed by some of the clothing that both genders choose to wear as teenagers right now. I know this statement ages me incredibly, and has been the argument of the generations for some time. However, my gripe is not about style. I do not care if its black or neon you feel like wearing. My gripe is not about baggy or tight, or even what rude saying you have bill boarded across your chest. Yes, I could complain about all of those things as well but honestly, the only thing that really bothers me is butt crack. Is it supposed to be sexy? I am constantly telling both the boys and girls in the shelter to pull up there pants and please do not bend over in front of me (yuck!).

What is the reason for someone wearing pants that expose half of their ass every time they bend, run, or sit? It seems rather annoying to both the butt crack bearer and the butt crack viewer. Moreover, why handing out belts would probably be a convenient solution, we cannot because some youth have tried to use their belts to hurt themselves or others.

So there you go... My top gripe is butt-crack! Cover it up, please.
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Thursday, July 23, 2009

Are You Crazy?

oh skanky kidsImage by Malingering via Flickr
So who would be so crazy as to have a dream job that includes a building full of hormone-crazed adolescents with low self control and a vocabulary that would make most truckers blush? Me. Why you ask (or I will pretend). That is a good question... I absolutely love kids and probably relate to most teens better than I do my peers but that is not why I choose my profession. My calling came to me one day when I was commuting the forty-five minute drive from my house to the community college I was attending in Eureka, CA. I had already changed my major from Computer Science to Sociology but really had no idea what I wanted to do with all this education when I graduated. I already had two children of my own and was an aunt of 13 nieces and nephews. Nevertheless, it was not only my love of kids that made me discover my purpose...

When I was a teenager, my best friend used to live down the street from me. She was the oldest child in the family and had three younger brothers. The oldest boy was a couple years younger than we were. He was an annoying younger brother but beyond the younger sibling drama, he was a good kid. This kid, Bobby started to get in trouble at home when he was around twelve. Bobby did not know his biological father, and his stepfather and he did not have a good relationship. Bobby started looking for male role models in his group of friends. I grew up in a small city about two hours away from Los Angeles called Apple Valley. In the 1990s, the entire High Desert region of California, which included Apple Valley, started to have an influx of gang and criminal activity streaming from LA and other large cities in the area. It was this crowd of gang members and criminals that Bobby latched onto.

It started with school. Bobby started having trouble in school first and then he quickly started getting in trouble with the law. Theft fights, and gang activity became the focus of Bobby's life. The fun ended when Bobby was convicted of some minor felonies and sent to a juvenile facility that was supposed to help rehabilitate him. Unfortunately, for Bobby and his family, the rehabilitation failed and soon after his release from one facility, he was in another until before his 18th birthday he was convicted of major crimes and sent to prison as an adult. While in prison, Bobby was convicted of more crimes and given his third strike sentencing. Bobby will now be in prison until he is in his 70s if he lives that long.

Well it was Bobby that I started thinking about that day. I started to wonder why he kept on the path he did. I wondered if there was anything that could have been done to deter him from continuing a life of delinquency. I wondered if the juvenile corrections system really corrected anything. I wanted to find out why, and more important what could be done to prevent other kids from ending up like Bobby. I watched the way my best friend and her family were affected by Bobby's decisions. So, on that day, eight years ago I decided that I was going to make my mission in life to improve the way we as a society deal with at risk youth.

Now I am sure you are wondering how I think as one juvenile detention worker in a small city in Oregon, I can possibly make an impact. Rest assured that I am not delusional to my current insignificance at the moment. I would like to consider myself on a path. Right now, I am on one stepping-stone that will eventually lead to my goal. When I graduated college finally in 2008, I knew that I could not criticize or try to reform a system that I did not understand. You cannot truly understand something by looking at it from the outside; you must become a part of that system to truly understand it. That may be the sociologist in me speaking but I truly believe it.
So that leads us to the present moment where I am now working at a juvenile detention and shelter. I have worked at my current job for 17 months. I work with kids that are aged from 12 to 23 and are either wards of the court and live in the shelter, or are in trouble with the law and locked up in the detention. This blog is going to be a place where I will share some of my day-to-day experiences, I will analyze problems, and dream of a better future. I hope you will join me.
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