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Post by eoraptor on Sept 28, 2007 11:12:37 GMT -5
This is my favorite part: "She reportedly told the officers something needs to be done to change her children's behavior." You mean like parenting? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- www.localnews8.com/Global/story.asp?S=713415010 Year Old, 12 Year Old Have Gun, Knife Fight Sep 27, 2007 06:24 PM Two young siblings are put in jail after a family fight goes too far. The 10 and 12 year olds were fighting at their house when the 10 year old grabbed a BB gun and told the 12 year old she was going to shoot him. When the kid's mom took the gun away they grabbed knives from the kitchen and continued fighting. The two were booked into 3B detention center after their mother called police. She reportedly told the officers something needs to be done to change her children's behavior.According to the police report she thought police might be able to wake them up to the seriousness of their behavior. The two were booked on aggravated assault charges.
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Post by preraph on Sept 28, 2007 11:26:11 GMT -5
I hope they called CPS because they MIGHT make her take a parenting class. Lord. When I was young, we went to visit my uncle and cousins about once a year on their farm in the middle of nowhere in Missouri, very beautiful country. They didn't have indoor plumbing until I was grown, so you can't say the kids were in any way spoiled. The three oldest kids were the only ones I knew (later in life they kept having them). The eldest was a studious very nice boy with manners who the father thought was too effiminate, although he wasn't in the least. The father acted like he hated him for wanting to go to college and for not being a mean rough and tumble little brat, basically. Then there was a girl my age, smart, fun, nice tempered. Then there was a boy a year younger who was a con artist sociopathic sadistic SOB -- and HE was everyone's favorite child. The grandmother had hundreds of grandchildren, having borne 13 children, but the ONLY BAD SEED OF THE BUNCH was her favorite. And the father's favorite. And he never got in trouble, at least not in front of me, though the father was a strict disciplinarian most ways. This kid had a LOT of Eddie Haskell in him, which is why the parents/grandparents chose to believe he wasn't evil incarnate. But anyone with open eyes would have known better. I don't know how old I was when he held me and the girl cousin at rifle-point cowering under the bed (loaded - he had had a gun since he was born, I guess, and they hunted for food out of necessity). When we told on him, they acted like he was just playing, but it was a hunting rifle and it was loaded! Another time, he was showing me how to shoot a bb gun, when I was far too young to be playing with guns, and it mashed my finger. I think he intentionally had me hold it in the wrong place. I still have a hump there where it hit. And this really was probably the strictest father I'd ever been around. He was always criticizing me for something, and I was well behaved. But he completely had blinders on when it came to that one son. Who turned out to be a preacherman swindler. I saw him at a reunion after we were in our thirties, and when he told me that with a straight face, I told him "Why am I not surprised?" They raised a great little con man.
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Post by happy2bchildfree on Sept 28, 2007 12:35:45 GMT -5
Personally, I think that children raised in an overly strict environment can end up being just as problematic, or more so, than those raised with no discipline at all. I also think that some people are simply born as "bad seeds", and will remain so no matter their upbringing. JMO.
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Post by truckerswife on Sept 28, 2007 12:36:58 GMT -5
This is my favorite part: "She reportedly told the officers something needs to be done to change her children's behavior." You mean like parenting? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- www.localnews8.com/Global/story.asp?S=713415010 Year Old, 12 Year Old Have Gun, Knife Fight Sept 27, 2007 06:24 PM Two young siblings are put in jail after a family fight goes too far. The 10 and 12 year olds were fighting at their house when the 10 year old grabbed a BB gun and told the 12 year old she was going to shoot him. When the kid's mom took the gun away they grabbed knives from the kitchen and continued fighting. The two were booked into 3B detention center after their mother called police. She reportedly told the officers something needs to be done to change her children's behavior.According to the police report she thought police might be able to wake them up to the seriousness of their behavior. The two were booked on aggravated assault charges. BETTER THEM THEN ME!! LOL @ eoraptors comment! You mean like parenting? Amen to that! Just more stupidity out of a section of morons we know as parents.
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Post by preraph on Sept 28, 2007 14:37:31 GMT -5
Personally, I think that children raised in an overly strict environment can end up being just as problematic, or more so, than those raised with no discipline at all. I also think that some people are simply born as "bad seeds", and will remain so no matter their upbringing. JMO. Oh, yes, definitely. Too much discipline is controlling and abusive. And it is just as destructive.
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Post by eoraptor on Sept 28, 2007 14:39:36 GMT -5
Personally, I think that children raised in an overly strict environment can end up being just as problematic, or more so, than those raised with no discipline at all. I also think that some people are simply born as "bad seeds", and will remain so no matter their upbringing. JMO. Every year when the new freshman from strict LDS families arrive, I always bet on how long it takes them to melt down in the face of sudden freedom.
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Post by preraph on Sept 28, 2007 18:21:21 GMT -5
Every year when the new freshman from strict LDS families arrive, I always bet on how long it takes them to melt down in the face of sudden freedom. You know, I've often said, from personal experience, that the very WORST possible time to go to college is right after high school when you leave your parents' house for the first time. I couldn't even concentrate, so entranced by the sudden freedom was I. I think a better plan would be a year working your first menial job with a little help affording an apartment you live in with 3 other girls, followed by a couple months abroad, to broaden your horizons and dispel your local social mores, and THEN go to college, with, hopefully, some of the wonder out of your system and the newness of being drunk worn off a bit. So you can maybe go to class once in a while and stay awake. Unlike me.
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Post by Tabetha on Sept 28, 2007 18:56:08 GMT -5
You know, I've often said, from personal experience, that the very WORST possible time to go to college is right after high school when you leave your parents' house for the first time. I couldn't even concentrate, so entranced by the sudden freedom was I. I think a better plan would be a year working your first menial job with a little help affording an apartment you live in with 3 other girls, followed by a couple months abroad, to broaden your horizons and dispel your local social mores, and THEN go to college, with, hopefully, some of the wonder out of your system and the newness of being drunk worn off a bit. So you can maybe go to class once in a while and stay awake. Unlike me. I love the idea. The British (and others) have a similar tradition called the Gap Year where they spend the year between high school and college doing something similar. Many spend the year doing volunteer work overseas. I wish it would take off here as the combination of travel and volunteering can be very eye opening and enriching, as can learning to put together one's first workable budget as an adult. Independence is definitely something that takes getting used to. It took me ages to realize the dishes weren't going to clean themselves no matter how hard I wished.
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Post by preraph on Sept 28, 2007 20:25:33 GMT -5
[/quote] T.Dunn said: I love the idea. The British (and others) have a similar tradition called the Gap Year where they spend the year between high school and college doing something similar. Many spend the year doing volunteer work overseas. I wish it would take off here as the combination of travel and volunteering can be very eye opening and enriching, as can learning to put together one's first workable budget as an adult. Independence is definitely something that takes getting used to. It took me ages to realize the dishes weren't going to clean themselves no matter how hard I wished. [/quote] __________________ I'm still waiting for those dishes to clean themselves. I like the idea of the volunteer work. It would be a positive first taste of the gratification that comes from work and also perhaps steer you toward something more meaningful academically. With no experience under your belt, it's rather hard to know what you want to major in for the rest of your life. And going abroad is an education, no matter where you go, because for someone who remains in the same social environment they grew up in, it can take years to ever get the invaluable education that comes from knowing 1) How lucky you are and 2) Your way isn't the only way and everyone is different, lessons more important than any degree.
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Post by Ninja on Sept 29, 2007 16:33:51 GMT -5
In the Netherlands, most students will stay at home when going to college and not move out untill they have graduated. The govermend gives us a card that allows us to use public transportation (especially trains) for free during weekdays or weekends/vacations (you can choose, the latter is meant for students who already live very close to college, or were forced to moved out due to long travel hours and go back to their parents during weekends/vacations). I can't imagine moving out at such a young age AND having to adapt to college at the same time! *shudders*
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Post by preraph on Sept 29, 2007 16:52:13 GMT -5
Well, I guess it depends how your home life was. I couldn't imagine staying under my parents' roof for another year. It's a wonder I made it through high school. But it is wonderful to have the options. Of course, I could have gone to school nearby or lived with my parents and commuted a short distance, too, but it was time to leave the nest, ready or not! You have to do it sometime. But trying to do that AND adjust to a hard curriculum and adjust to new freedom, I agree -- overload!
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Post by eoraptor on Sept 29, 2007 17:39:07 GMT -5
Personally, if I had to do it over, I would have moved out of my mother's house and either worked or traveled for a year before I went to college. Going to college straight off, especially to the snooty private college I did go to, wasn't a good idea for my mental health. And instead of just stopping, I kept going because it was what I was "supposed" to do. But I couldn't have stayed with my parents either. We lived in the middle of nowhere so far from anything that it wouldn't have done me any good. And I would have killed them.
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Post by Ninja on Sept 30, 2007 13:58:55 GMT -5
Well, I guess it depends how your home life was. I couldn't imagine staying under my parents' roof for another year. It's a wonder I made it through high school. But it is wonderful to have the options. Of course, I could have gone to school nearby or lived with my parents and commuted a short distance, too, but it was time to leave the nest, ready or not! You have to do it sometime. But trying to do that AND adjust to a hard curriculum and adjust to new freedom, I agree -- overload! I suppose that the housing problem in my country plays a big role too. Students don't have big budgets and even if you work fulltime: flipping burgers at McDonalds isn't even going to earn you a broomcloset, especially in the "Randstad" (the crowder area of Holland where things happen: Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Den Haag, Utrecht and any cities within or very close to that circle). If you want a decent rental house (don't even think about buying!), you need to have a decent paying job first and you can't get one of those before you finish college
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Post by preraph on Sept 30, 2007 15:25:54 GMT -5
That's why you must have 4 roommates. But at that age, you would have anyway, probably, just from how social you are then.
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Post by happy2bchildfree on Sept 30, 2007 23:40:23 GMT -5
That's why you must have 4 roommates. But at that age, you would have anyway, probably, just from how social you are then. I stayed with my parents a few years more than I would have liked because I absolutely didn't want roommates.
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Post by Ninja on Oct 7, 2007 18:26:42 GMT -5
That's why you must have 4 roommates. But at that age, you would have anyway, probably, just from how social you are then. Ugh! I don't want roommates the same reason I don't want children: noise!!! At least my parents aren't bouncing around in their underwear at 4 AM, exclaiming that it's time to parteh!!! (my nephew has roommates like this. He was forced to move out because it was this, or a 4 hour trainride... he still regrets not opting for the trainride)
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Post by ras1980 on Oct 7, 2007 20:20:25 GMT -5
I hope they called CPS because they MIGHT make her take a parenting class. Lord. When I was young, we went to visit my uncle and cousins about once a year on their farm in the middle of nowhere in Missouri, very beautiful country. They didn't have indoor plumbing until I was grown, so you can't say the kids were in any way spoiled. The three oldest kids were the only ones I knew (later in life they kept having them). The eldest was a studious very nice boy with manners who the father thought was too effiminate, although he wasn't in the least. The father acted like he hated him for wanting to go to college and for not being a mean rough and tumble little brat, basically. Then there was a girl my age, smart, fun, nice tempered. Then there was a boy a year younger who was a con artist sociopathic sadistic SOB -- and HE was everyone's favorite child. The grandmother had hundreds of grandchildren, having borne 13 children, but the ONLY BAD SEED OF THE BUNCH was her favorite. And the father's favorite. And he never got in trouble, at least not in front of me, though the father was a strict disciplinarian most ways. This kid had a LOT of Eddie Haskell in him, which is why the parents/grandparents chose to believe he wasn't evil incarnate. But anyone with open eyes would have known better. I don't know how old I was when he held me and the girl cousin at rifle-point cowering under the bed (loaded - he had had a gun since he was born, I guess, and they hunted for food out of necessity). When we told on him, they acted like he was just playing, but it was a hunting rifle and it was loaded! Another time, he was showing me how to shoot a bb gun, when I was far too young to be playing with guns, and it mashed my finger. I think he intentionally had me hold it in the wrong place. I still have a hump there where it hit. And this really was probably the strictest father I'd ever been around. He was always criticizing me for something, and I was well behaved. But he completely had blinders on when it came to that one son. Who turned out to be a preacherman swindler. I saw him at a reunion after we were in our thirties, and when he told me that with a straight face, I told him "Why am I not surprised?" They raised a great little con man. He's a PREACHER? Bahahahaha.
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Post by eoraptor on Oct 8, 2007 2:30:35 GMT -5
Ugh! I don't want roommates the same reason I don't want children: noise!!! At least my parents aren't bouncing around in their underwear at 4 AM, exclaiming that it's time to parteh!!! (my nephew has roommates like this. He was forced to move out because it was this, or a 4 hour trainride... he still regrets not opting for the trainride) Amen on that. My last (and last) roommates were like that all the time. Loud parties every weekend, some weekdays, and the night before finals! They got us evicted (but didn't tell me as I was at a summer job 1,000 miles away) and just took all the money I sent for rent. Everything I saved that summer went to flying back in order to get the few items I had left (they stole most of it). I literally suddenly had no home. So instead of going back at the end of the summer, I just stayed where I was. That year in school I spent most of my time sleeping at the lab. At least I could get my homework done there instead of coming home to yet another packed apartment full of drunken idiots breaking things.
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Post by happy2bchildfree on Oct 8, 2007 3:07:51 GMT -5
Ugh! I don't want roommates the same reason I don't want children: noise!!! At least my parents aren't bouncing around in their underwear at 4 AM, exclaiming that it's time to parteh!!! I didn't want roommates for that reason and other reasons too. I had heard so many roommate-from-hell horror stories I just didn't want to go there.
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Post by preraph on Oct 8, 2007 10:29:04 GMT -5
I hate roommates too, but when you're first starting out leaving the nest, who can afford not to have them? My first non-dorm residence was a commune. So I know all about nonstop party, but then so was the dorm. My rent was $17.50 a month! I hardly had to work. Which is good, because I wasn't in any condition to go to work.
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