Clouds of negativity
With all the recent conflicts in and around our school, it seems that the negativity is clouding all the light of the optimistic events that are taking place here at Tioga High School. For instance, the opening of our new gymnasium was probably one of the biggest events to ever grace this community.
Even with that great of an event to happen, we still couldn’t get our minds off of the losses that we had previously endured. That’s how tremendously devastated we were. It’s sad that during such a progressive period of time, our progression is being dimmed by these conflicts.
Tioga’s varsity soccer season was also a huge success! We made it to the section championship riding an 18-game winning streak, and had schools such as Hughson, Bret Harte, Sonora, Buhach Colony, and Los Banos on our schedule. As small as our school is, even being able to play with these teams is an awesome achievement, let alone winning such games.
In the days surrounding our playoff run, our community was rightfully focused and involved in the politics destroying our schools. Nothing is wrong with the huge amount of support we have from the community on our school issues, but it seems that this was sucking the attention and support off of the soccer team.
Instead of coming home to a supportive group of kids at school, we came home to students and staff members that were either fighting for their jobs or fighting to help those who are afraid of losing their jobs. It’s hurtful not only to the students here, but to everyone involved that our board is causing more harm than good.
A neighbor and I chatted briefly this morning. The subject of the economy came up and he announced that he would “Trust God, not the government! That’s where I’m at!” He had made similar “faithy” comments before, but I had chosen not to engage.
This morning I told him I disagreed with him. His move.
I’m used to harmless religious platitudes in the course of daily conversation. But lately the religious fervor seems completely overboard, everyone praying and praising and blessing!
And apparently there is a presumption that everyone is on board.
At the office I am pelted with religious e-mails from co-workers and business acquaintances, blessing me or exhorting me to pray about something. Nobody ever asks if I am offended by them — I have to tell them I am, and ask them to knock it off.
Recently I called Public Works in a neighboring city. The man who took my call promptly informed me that he was “blessed” and asked if I was carrying the seed of Abraham. I said I did not believe so. I thought he was joking, but he launched into a full scriptural diatribe, ranting on until I interrupted.
I hung up feeling like I needed a shower.
I have since contacted his supervisor to suggest that he receive counseling. You know what he told me? He said they have known he was harassing callers, but they have chosen to ignore it because, hey, it’s just religion. But now that I’ve called it will have to be dealt with. They will discuss it at the next board meeting.
Like the bumper sticker says: Lord, protect me from your followers.