Thursday, February 21, 2008

shocking

when i lived in kalamazoo a murderer left a perfect imprint of his shoe in my dad's flowerbed. a kid down the street had been killed. the police surrounded my house with yellow tape. the other day i saw that same yellow tape surrounding a gas station near my home, another young man dead. all summer long brett and i would try to avoid watching the news because we grew tired of people asking us if we had heard the news that yet another round of shots was fired in our neighborhood. at least we could honestly tell them no.

it is for these young men who are intent on killing each other that i have decided to write my nursing capstone paper on teen violence. specifically, reducing the number of non-fatal firearm injuries among young black males (a goal of Healthy People 2010). only...i can't. and that is because this paper involves including writing about a successful intervention, an intervention that has proved to work in reducing these injuries and there are none. even though the government, in its Healthy People 2010 report, states that young black men are their main target in this area, most of the interventions i have found involve teaching children, whose parents own guns, gun safety. so, instead of focusing on the people who need intervening most, our society has decided to focus on white, suburban crazy people who keep guns in their homes and don't lock them up, so their children can shoot themselves in the face. obviously, this is a problem in and of itself. the research surrounding this topic is, of course, important. however, doesn't it seem odd?

i would have never thought about this problem in such detail had i not chose this topic. i pointed it out to my professor that i could not find any appropriate interventions for my topic. she hopped on a computer to prove that yes sara, there are interventions. she found some involving educating third graders. i pointed out to her that my topic was about teens. she said, "well, by that time it is too late." i almost fell to the floor! what my research has shown me, is that nobody REALLY cares about what these kids are doing to each other. we've wiped our hands clean. yes, there are the few the proud the strong who teach in the inner cities, who act as mentors, who go tubing with kids even after working outside all day in crazy cold temperatures (aka brett). but these people do not have the money, the time or the energy, but mostly the money...to reduce the number of firearm related injuries in young, black males.

i think i am going to have to change my paper topic. i'm thinking about reduction of homicide (also a Healthy People 2010 goal). there seems to be more information about these kids after they're already dead. i'll let you know if i find any interventions, but i'm not holding my breath. -sn

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

what i'm doing


hyperventilating. ( just applied for two jobs)

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

the catcher

currently i am enjoying a leisurely five days off from school waiting for my last class to start. that's right, you read it right, my LAST nursing class before i GRAD-U-ATE. so anyway, yesterday my friend stacie called and asked me if i wanted to try out a $5 yoga class with her down on Division. doing anything on Division always proves interesting so i accepted her offer. i called up the stairs to see if brett wanted to go. a few weeks ago brett mentioned that we should try a yoga class. at this particular time i found him stretched out on the floor in front of a yoga video trying his best to manipulate his body into the positions demonstrated for him on the screen. brett yelled down to me, "you mean, i would go just with stacie?" sigh....no brett, i would be tagging along too.

the class was not disappointing. there were enough kookie characters there to keep things interesting, the instructor could seriously bend her body in ways that no body should ever bend, and i got to watch my wonderful hubby try to stretch his body in ways that his body could never bend. and all for five bucks! i think we'll try 'er again next week as well. maybe then brett will show the class his very own yoga position he has named, "the catcher." -sn