My middle school principal. Mr Myers was my next role model. That man had his hands full with me. Seemed that when things went crazy at home I would act out in school. I was the kid in detention, the one not allowed to go to the Christmas parties because my grades were bad. I was not given ice cream and anytime conduct and grades had anything to do with school I was left out. It made me more angry, what did they know? I was getting raped at home, being beaten with tobacco sticks and cb radio antennas but they though that not giving me ice cream would hurt me. I was beyond bad, by the time I was 16 I hit a boy in the head with my purse, puncturing a hole in his head when my scissors went through the purse into his head, I got into a fight with Johnny Chadwell, over catching him kissing a girl in my kitchen and ended up hitting him with a wall ornamental sword causing him to be rushed to the hospital to get stitches. My uncle lied on me, and refused to retract it so I hit him with a chair, breaking his arm in 3 places. I broke one girls nose and, had managed to take my anger out on everyone but the man who deserved it. Mr Myers spent more hours sitting in his office showing me kindness at times when I would cuss him out and other times refuse to speak for hours while he sat there waiting for me to say a word. He was an inspiration to me, granted he never knew it in time. Later when I had dropped out of school I ran into him in the grocery store parking lot. I asked him if he would remember me the next time he had a child out of control. I asked him to dig deeper and told him what my step father had been doing all those years. I hope that he was able to go on to make a difference in the next Tammy he ran into.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
To Principal Mr. Mathis 1978- to 1982
I know he is long gone as he retired during the time I was very young. He was my kinder garden principal and the first person to ever make me feel safe. It was the day I ran head on into another boy by accident and bit off the end of my tongue. I ran into the office and the nurse helped stop the bleeding and Mr Mathis came out and took me to his office to lay on his couch. He said to me that I was going to be okay now because I was on his couch. I think I stopped crying knew I was going to be okay. I have always remembered that feeling and seek it out in life. I do not remember feeling it again until I was 16 and became sick at a friends house. I fainted and when I came to barely made it to the bathroom to hug the toilet. My friend Stephanie was there and I heard her say, " Thank god Lisa cleaned the toilet today" Here I was upset and unable to help myself and she was glad I was hugging a clean toilet. She was on the phone with hospitals and nurses for the half hour I was out of it trying to find out what to do to help me. I now know that the feeling is one of genuine concern and it's the safest I had ever felt in my life at that time.
Brittany loses custody of her Children.
I have just heard about this and am disgusted with how these people portray this girl.
Rule of Law when it's given to her against the law. Ambivalent
Confront things you don't want to confront.
Judges orders are serious.
Judges orders are meant to be followed.
Out of Control
Brittany was ordered to turn kids over Wed but she delivered them 2 days earlier then goes out and gets a tan and goes to the hotel and parties with little emotion. They say she was smiling because everything is terrific.
No role model growing up so she can't show it to her kids. The former party boy kevin fedderline now has custody of the kids. Despite his past, he is looking like father of the year.
Act responsible.
Brittany needs an intervention?
It's very sad how every aspect of her life is up for public scrutiny. I notice the images they are judging her for are those that others are making bank on. Why are they not taking more images of the kids, who has them when she is out?
If people cared about her kids they would leave her alone. It's sick how people have made millions off her image and now will make it off destroying her family.
My Adoption
This was a frightening time for me. I had always known this man who was raising me to be my father and to be told that he was not and was going to adopt me was confusing at best. My feelings for this man at this point was pure fear. His threats had been made clear over the years so I was forced to sit in a court room under his ever so watchful glare through those big coke bottle glasses and tell the judge it was what I wanted. It was not what I wanted because what I wanted was this man out of my life. I am not sure of the date or year this took place but am going to find out. It's time to unseal those records.
Many years later my mother dressed me up and took me to Jacksonville to serve papers to an attorney for financial disclosure. He was the attorney for the Swishers at that time.
