Filed under: Complaints & Rants
Gang activity in the South is surprisingly high. Crips, Bloods, Gangster Disciples, Vice Lords, Brown Pride, Sur 13, on and on the list could go, subsets upon subsets of each one abound. If you know what you’re looking for you’ll see it everywhere. From cryptic graffiti messages, numerical codes, hand signs, handshakes, color-coded outfits, shoelaces, bandanas, etc., etc…
Each gang has their own way of doing things. This goes beyond what is typically thought of about gangs – violence, drugs, prisons, guns, protection. It is about identity, survival, family, and even education. The founders and the “O.G.s” (original gangsters) pride themselves on having a unique way to define and carry out these goals called knowledge. Knowledge is everything, and is kept very secret. It often what establishes rank or hierarchy among gang members – the more you know, the more powerful you become – knowledge is power.
The South is open territory. There is no true established hierarchy or organization among these gangs, as opposed to the East Coast and West Coast and North where areas and “knowledge” are established. Gang members who move here with their families or the countless wannabes start up more loosely established groups claiming to be one of the above mentioned groups. The interesting thing is that most of these people do not know very much or do not have much knowledge, so what they do and stand for often just comes down to violence, drugs and guns. They really don’t know what they’re doing or what they stand for.
Well if the gangs in the South are not largely organized, that sounds like a good thing, right? Not exactly. With no hierarchy and no established order comes and need by gang members or wannabes to become established. This often means they will do whatever they can to prove themselves.
In my experience the wannabes are more dangerous than the gang members. The wannabes are constantly looking at the gang members for approval. If the wannabe can prove himself, he’ll get in. This could include hitting a teacher or administrator, fighting with a rival gang member, shooting, robbing or killing someone, holding drugs, etc. And if the person is Special Ed., they are much more susceptible to being taken advantage of because might not be mentally equipped to know exactly what they are doing, what they were asked to carry, or what they were told to do and the consequences for doing such things. A person who is Special Ed. has been rejected so much, they will do anything to be accepted, even if it means degrading themselves, getting into trouble, or worse.
All my students are in Special Ed. Most are from the inner city. Some are gang members, many are wannabes. I deal with this everyday. Many people would never give them a thought. They would say something like “weren’t those kids raised right? Where were their parents?” Good question. Divorced, dead, in prison, on drugs, in prostitution, bringing home different partners every night, being physically, verbally and sexually abusive. And in poverty, always in poverty. If any of you get the chance, you should drive through “the hood.” It can be very enlightening.
If you’ve ever been in the hood, or talked to someone who has, they’ll say that there are some people who reside there that are not so nice. They are always looking for prey, an easy target. Who is an easy target? Someone by themselves, a kid, someone who is Special Ed. If you don’t want to be a victim, you join the pack.
I’m going to pick this up again later….
Filed under: Motivation
I probably listen to this song at least once everyday when I drive to work. It’s from my favorite band – Madball. They’re the godfathers of NYHC. This is how I get my mind right when I need the motivation.
“Adapt And Overcome” – by Madball
Your worst enemy is your self
Who do you believe in?
Well I believe, I believe in me
Will you fight, or give in?
I’ll stop at nothing, to be something
Who do they believe in?
In themselves, they believe in me
How will you lead them?
By making something out of nothing
Self doubt has been getting the best of me
For way to long
I’ve been fighting this, fighting this all my life
Now I’m ready for it to be gone
I know I have the courage
I know I have the strength too
I know I have the will
The power to do what I want to do
Adapt and overcome
Rise above all those mistakes and flaws
I’ll learn from it, and then
I’ll climb every obstacle and every wall
Who do you believe in?
Believe in your self now
Who do you believe in?
Well I believe, I believe in me
Will you fight, or give in?
I’ll stop at nothing, to be something
Who do they believe in?
In themselves, the believe in me
How will you lead them?
By making something out of nothing
Filed under: Job description
So much to say…not any good way to be organized about it. Let me just jump right in…
A new school year starts tomorrow. The students will sleepily stumble onto their buses. The buses will bounce them to our door. The students will depart the buses. The students will be thoroughly searched, passed over with a metal detector, eyed over carefully and talked with to catch any flint of something not right with them…
This scene happens every school day where I work. I do not work not work in a public school. I do not work in the suburbs. I work in a school for students with severe behavior problems. Most teachers, most people, most anybody would fear these students…
…gang members and wannabes, bi-polar disorders, conduct disorders, autistic, drug offenders, gun offenders, blade offenders, learning disabled, mentally retarded, can’t read, violent, profane, difficult, frustrating…the list goes on…
This is my calling. I teach these students – the ones who were thrown away and who fell through the cracks. I teach more than academics, I teach behavior. I have to. They never were. This is a mission. I love my job…
These are words I tell myself on the day before school starts. I’ve got to hit the ground running. There is so much ground to make up. My students are so far behind. Some people say for many processes, that it is “a marathon, not a sprint.” But last year was a sprint, and the years before that, and I know there will be no slowing down.
I sprained my ankle last Tuesday, on the first day back for teachers at our building. Nothing daredevilish, just stepped off a curb into a parking lot dip and heard a loud pop. I’ve been limping along since then, and now I’m sick and have a lot of snot and I just feel like crap. Not a very good start. It doesn’t matter. Tomorrow it begins.
Filed under: General
Everyone else is doing it, right? I guess it’s my time now…
I am a Special Education Teacher. I’ve seen a lot of crazy things. I have a lot of crazy ideas. You’ll be hearing from me soon…