UPDATE….The children are on their way to Washington DC! They just received their boarding passes…
On Friday afternoon, our Senator Don Harmon, Illinois 39th District, visited the children who live in the diagnostic treatment center and residence of the social services agency where I work. These children have been through unspeakable trauma – they have been so harmed that many arrive at our door after stays at psychiatric facilities – with only the clothes they are wearing. It is our mission to provide everything possible to help them heal so they can live in a loving family one day.
Although our place holds 26 youngsters between the ages of 3 and 12, it is very much a home – and a safe place – perhaps the first safe place our children have resided in their short lives.
The reason for the Senator’s visit? The children have been invited to Washington over spring break to tour the White House! They will get to fly on an airplane and stay in a hotel, too!
The Senator talked a little bit about government and the White House itself. The kids had many questions and observations – some quite poignant and insightful. To the Senator’s question as to why we need government, one child raised his hand and said, “So the bad men don’t come into our house and shoot us with guns.” Others were quite unintentionally funny….”How many bathrooms are in the White House?” “Do you walk President Obama’s dog?”
All in all this is a very exciting time. We are thrilled that our children will get to have this experience.
Life has not been kind lately, but whenever I am feeling sorry for myself, I think about work, and realize that I have so much to be grateful for. Isn’t that something?
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It was an educational experience – in many unpleasant ways: it strained friendships, created animosity between some professors and students; personally, it jeopardized my graduation and left me trying to navigate the complexities of a situation I was marginally equiped to handle as an immature 21 year old.
My tuition was paid up. As a senior I had no TA’s as instructors but they were friends and peers. Woe to those in Professor X’s philosophy lecture. He announced that any absence during the strike would result in an automatic Fail for the course. I never returned to the Women’s Studies class because the professor supported the strike and cancelled the rest of the semester awarding all of us automatic “B’s. I spent that time period in Memorial Union watching “All My Children.” What a waste.
The rest of my professors advised students to let their conscience guide their actions. Sadly, my solution was to race across campus head down – hoping I wouldn’t pass any TA friends – (or that they wouldn’t recognize me), and then cut as quickly as possible through the picket lines, and the rows of trucks and teamsters that blocked the entrance to Vilas Hall. It was a miserable end to a wonderful three years.
I didn’t have the stomach to attend graduation – told my parents not to waste their time. My college career…just….ended…. after my final exam. I packed up and left campus without saying goodbye to anyone. The diploma came in the mail when I returned home to Chicago.
My first night in my childhood bed, I felt disoriented, disappointed, confused and adrift. I remembered how four years earlier, in that same bed, the night before leaving home, I couldn’t sleep — so filled with anticipation and hope about the possibilities.
And the result of the strike? The TA union was busted by the university. It took me quite a while to recover from the experience, too – more so than I realized at the time.