NYMA
In 1966 my mom was having problems with my asshole step-dad. She decided that I needed some positive male influence and spoke to my father who had his own concerns about my being brainwashed by parochial school into wanting to become a priest. Their solution was to send me to military school, New York Military Academy was the choice.
I immediately loved the idea. I was a happy Boy Scout, had been a Cub Scout and was very comfortable in uniform and acclimated to the idea of ‘rank’. I had grown up on war movies and had absorbed the idea of ‘service’ to the country. So I was ready and excited.
We drove up to check it out and I was hooked. After a long ride through the Catskill Mountains, with a short stop at the United States Military Academy (West Point) for sightseeing, to the small town of Cornwall-On-Hudson and a beautiful campus. Then the other advantage hit me! At the ripe old age of 12, I was going to be living away from home! For many kids that young, that may have been heartbreaking, but looking back I was on a fast track to grow up, so I knew this would be an adventure.
The day I was to ‘report to post’ it was my uncle / godfather Mickey who took me. On the way he asked if I knew how to tie my own tie and I told him that at Saint Teresa (my catholic school in Brooklyn) we used clip-ons. So he pulled over, showed me a few times and told me to practice until we arrived, by which time I had mastered this rite of passage into manhood.
As a sixth grader, I was assigned to G Company, quartered at Dingley Hall (the barracks for the younger kids), sent to the on-campus tailor for uniform fitting, issued things like emblazoned sweat suits, fatigues, shoes, caps, belts, webbing and gloves.
I was given a briefing, informed of the daily schedule and given a list of what is expected of a “New Guy” (“plebe” at West Point) which considers of knowing that every single “Old Guy” outranks you which means you are subject to capricious and often humiliating verbal abuse, memorizing the school song and the definition of a New Guy which could be requested by any Old Guy at any moment. I know it to this day: “A sir, new sir, guy sir, is sir, the sir, scum sir, of sir, the sir, earth sir, for sir, a sir, old sir, guy sir, to sir, wipe sir, his sir, feet sir, on sir, sir, sir.” At my age you forget a lot of shit, but that one was branded on my brain, because the punishment for messing it up could vary from a lot of push-ups, to bracing (the position of full Attention up against a wall while holding your chin so close to your chest it hurts) to the worst which was outstretching your arms and having your rifle (8 ½ pounds) put in your hands while at attention. If you have never tried this, I dare you to maintain (using books or something similar) for 5 minutes. Really, just 5 little minutes. Good luck with that.
While many New Guys were soon in tears and some gave up and cried for their parents to take them home, I sucked in up! I was what the cadets called a “love it” and I DID. I ‘got’ the whole idea of initiation and knew that must be earned. I knew that if I could just get through the first year, I would be on the other side of that privilege once there was that first hash-mark on my uniform sleeve.
I also learned that many illustrious personages had been alumni. A short list includes: Robert Todd Lincoln Beckwith, Francis Ford Coppola, Stephen Sondheim, Troy Donahue (who I met briefly when he showed up for homecoming) Robert "Tex" Allen, Albert A. Tate Jr., "Les" Brown, General James Elbert Briggs, Johnny Green, Robert Douglas Heaton, John A. "Junior" Gotti (yeah THAT Gotti) among many others, including one who shown a spotlight on NYMA recently, Donald Trump.
After my first summer break, it seems my attitude was rewarded as I was moved out of Dingley Hall to E Company at Pershing Hall, where most freshman were housed, even though I was only in 7th grade. I was a proud cadet!
There were many New Guys in my barracks that year. Most cadets’ start as freshman and I was a 7th grader who out-ranked them! But I soon realized I was not cut-out to be an full blown asshole... I would definitely call to attention any New Guy who did not display proper respect, but unlike many others, I did not go out of my way to ‘get my shit off’ on the sad-sacks. That made me some close friends.
I liked being on the main part of the campus as the other kids in my grade could not roam freely. I was also introduced to “The Farm”. This was a huge tract of forest and meadows that butted up on the Hudson River and was used for war games. War Games happened once a year and were a big event, with all Companies put on a ‘side’ and issued objectives and orders and given credit when one side ‘won’. This was my little toy soldier fantasy made real.
More importantly I fell in love with The Farm itself. I had often gone camping both with the Scouts and my family, but this was the first truly ‘wild’ place I had ever known. Although it was technically “out of bounds” I snuck away every chance I could and spent as much of my free time as I could exploring. I saw my first deer with a fawn. Learned to tell the difference between a Copperhead snake (poisonous) and a Garter (fairly safe). All kinds of birds, changed with the seasons. Every change brought new lessons and beauty... the turning of the leaves into insane spectrums of color as each new school year started. The seeming barren landscape as all went bare and brown, the pristine whiteness of winter, where the only imperfections were the tracks of the wildlife. And of course the glorious spring that explodes into a cacophony of new life.
I contemplated the Hudson, so unlike the dirty, industrial liquid highway that it is in the City. Here it was a beautiful waterway, not far different then what it must have looked like to the Mohawk and other tribes who had known it so well. There were tales of how the Cadets at The Point used it for exercises... and how inevitably, every year when it froze over some poor schmuck would fall through the ice...
And then there were the tracks... There was a railroad easement, long abandoned with the steel rails since taken away but many of the half rotten wooden ties still in place. I could look down the trail and easily imagine it ending at Grand Central Terminal in the City, but when I looked north, there was nothing but my imagination and some vague knowledge of Albany and then Canada. There were many weekends in all seasons when I stayed on campus rather than go into town, just so I could go explore the Farm.
When I returned from summer break for my third year, a big change; E Company had become E Battery! We were no longer infantry wearing crossed rifles on our collar and a black strip on our legs, but artillery, displaying crossed canons and a red Stripe. More importantly, war games took on a whole new kind of fun, as we manned WW2 era howitzers, which along with their caissons were pulled by jeeps. Yeah that’s right, parade no longer meant marching but riding on the small seat that was part of the howitzer. I looked forward to becoming 16 when I would be allowed to drive the jeeps.
There was also another set of changes... In the school chapel that was used not only for religious services of all kinds, but also for Battalion gatherings, the walls were lined with plaques that were referred to as the “Honor Roll”. On it were inscribed the names of former Cadets who had died in battle. The oldest was from the Spanish American War and continued around the Hall until the most recent, from the Korean Conflict. Now there was a new one and it already had many names on it. By the end of this year, it had doubled.
The other big change was a new staff member as head of the ROTC program. Graduation with high marks meant that you were qualified for OCS and was considered an important part of our education. Unlike most JrROTC programs offered at regular high schools ours was far more intensive and supervised by an Active Duty U.S. Army instructor. He was tasked with classes in strategy, battlefield medicine and weapons training among other things. The arsenal where all weapons were issued from and returned to if not the personal rifle of assigned to each cadet was his domain. The main classroom was part of it and compared to all the academic spaces, almost a sacred space. Our old ROTC staff had retired and the new one, Sergeant Major Wheeler, was a whole different kind of creature than what we’d known. He was the first African American Staff. He had done 3 tours in The Nam and was only back a few days. He was as hard a DI as you can imagine and seemed to not understand the difference between being a teacher at an elite prep school and being a war time drill instructor at boot camp. He screamed a LOT and his eyes bulged when he was nose to nose in your face. He made the importance of learning what he taught plain, fail the lesson and you will DIE! DIE! DIE!
One day a kid fell asleep in his class and Sgt Wheeler picked him up by the front of his shit and literally threw him across the room. Understand that physical abuse was a major no-no, but no one reported him, because every cadet was scared shitless of what we thought was a madman. Little did we know at the time that he was right... and the honor roll kept growing.
By this time I had a good grasp on which rules were important and which I could get away with ignoring. I was now a corporal, so qualified for the perks of a ‘non-com’. It also meant there were fewer people that could give me shit as the amount of time or what grade you were in was mitigated by rank and I now had some. My attitude started to change as I grew-up and matured. Rather than the total “love it” of my first two years, I was a lot more pragmatic which I saw as a change in image from the straight laced John Wayne type characters in the old war movies to more of the Steve McQueen variety in the Great Escape.
NYMA was an “Honor School” which was something everyone took very seriously as the entire reputation of the Academy hung on it maintaining that status. Every cadet wore a little star on his sleeve that represented the distinction. The reality behind it was that being an Honor School was the only OTHER way that one could get in to one of the Nation’s official Service Academy’s (West Point, Annapolis, Air Force Academy and Coast Guard) The other ways are to be a descendent of an alumni, or be put forward by your Congressperson, Senator or the Vice President. Each Honor School (not sure how many there were at the time, but it was a short list) was granted 5 nominations per year. To maintain this status, a 3 day inspection of the campus, academic facilities, barracks and the Corp of Cadets itself took place. It was THE event that every year was centered on. For weeks prior to the arrival of the Army inspection team most of the normal routine was eclipsed by paint brushes, mops, floor buffers, the smell of gun oil was always in the air as our weapons were broken down, cleaned, put together and then broken down all over again.
With my third year status and non-com rank I was in a position to show how it was done. I led teams, assigned tasks and showed the New Guys what was expected. I was rarely in proper uniform which normally would earn demerits, but the officers, both Cadet and Staff saw my output and let it slide, which reinforced my attitude that results and work counted more than strictly following rules. There were snap inspections several times a day and my squad, my floor and my room were always impeccable.
The Army inspectors arrived, we marched for them, drilled for them, stood inspection for them and got the highest grades possible. NYMA would be an Honor School for one more year. More importantly (to me) E Battery was singled out as best in the Battalion! Our Staff called us all together to congratulate us and I was singled out; “There were many cadets responsible for E Battery leading the way, but one stands out. Corporal Rosa was everywhere, doing everything and when he wasn’t, he was showing a New Guy how to. Considering he is not exactly a strict rule follower (giggles from the entire company) he has performed in outstanding manner and proven he deserves his stripes and may well wear another one when the next semester starts. Corporal Rosa, stand and be recognized!” That did it, I knew what my core values would forever be...
That summer furlough was different. When I got back to Brooklyn, a change was in the air. My friends had stopped hanging out on the block and were in the park, Prospect Park, specifically what we called The Hill. They were letting their hair grow out, wearing a new style of clothing, which was really more of an “everybody make up your own style”. They were listening to Allison Steele on the radio as she sent out her message of hope in a time that was increasingly dark. They were going to concerts at places like The Fillmore East. And they were going to demonstrations against the war in Vietnam.
On The Hill, there were many others from around the neighborhood, so my circle of friends expanded dramatically, as did my exposure to new ideas. Although I was younger than most of them, I was accepted easily and taken under the wing of a few. My outlook on what was happening in the world had already been starting to change through reading and recent developments at NYMA, now that accelerated at breakneck speed.
The war was wrong. Where I had grown up hating “the dirty Japs” and Nazis, I started to realize that in this conflict WE were the ones in the wrong. That the same forces that were killing people who had never done anything to us, were those that kept blacks from civil rights, kept women from equality, kept homosexuals from being able to love as they chose and made of my family’s Puerto Rican homeland a colony to exploit. It had to end and I had to be part of ending it, as I was knee deep in an institution that was specifically tasked with its perpetuation.
By the beginning of August I had done a 180 and started to develop a plan... I decided that NYMA must be shut down!
I knew through what was now a reliable grapevine on The Hill that there was a huge “general strike” coming in October. It was to be called “The Moratorium to End the War in Vietnam” My plan was to have the NYMA Corp of Cadets participate. The first step was to create an alliance, so I started calling the many friends I had at school and arranged a meeting at the home of the only one who lived In Newburgh, not far from NYMA, so it was as convenient as possible. About ten of them showed up and they became the planning committee.
I learned that the Communist Party was sending free materials to whoever could show a plan to use them, so I wrote to them and a few weeks later received a box that contained peace sign buttons and bumper stickers. We created a flag that took the school colors and logo but swapped the eagle above the shield with a dove holding olive branches.
We had agreed that when the year began, we would all refuse to get the standard first haircut and present a petition with demands like being allowed to return from furloughs in civilian clothes and have our hair a bit longer, but agreed to back down when it got rough. It was basically a way of letting everyone know that “something was happening”. The buttons were passed out to as many Cadets as would agree to switch them for the color insignia and volunteers placed the stickers on every classroom and Barracks door. A few of us volunteered to do “guard duty” (stand watch all night, blow reveille and raise the colors in the morning and hand over to the staff at First Mess (breakfast) assembly. It was all in place...
On the morning of the Moratorium instead of the recorded bugle version of “First Call”, we played the then new Give Peace a Chance. We raised the American Flag upside down and the School Colors were replaced by our "Peace Colors”. When the Corp of Cadets formed up, at least a third were wearing the peace buttons and the entire campus was awash in stickers calling for peace! It was the proudest moment in my still very young life.
The reaction was swift. The Staff ran out to the flagpoles and ordered us to take them down, which we of course refused. So they did it. We were told to go to the Commandants office, but standing orders were to never leave your post until properly relieved, so again, we refused. The senior cadets then came, and relieved us. The corps of Cadets was held instead of being marched in to the mess hall ad officers held inspection and made note of who was “out of uniform” then everyone was sent back to barracks.
At the Commandants office everyone stayed silent under questioning as to who was behind this and finally sent back to our dorms. Eventually breakfast was allowed and the school day began, but an ominous note hung in the air. As the day progressed, everyone who had participated was questioned individually and when my turn came it turned out that they were specifically targeting those who had signed the petition back in September. One of those was a Cadet Lieutenant and the only officer who had done so. As a senior he was already lined up for college and they used the threat of derailing his career, so he turned. Of course my name was pointed out. I was told that I would be dealt with tomorrow.
That night I was the guest of a “blanket party” which is a time worn method of physical hazing where someone pulls your blanket up over your head while you are sleeping, which effectively locks you into your bunk. Then a series of others beat the crap out of you, the idea being that because you cannot see their faces, you will not know who they were. Except I knew their voices and they were the “love its” of D Troop, NYMA’s only cavalry group, commanded by Major Soto, the most hard ass in the Battalion and ironically the only Latino among the Faculty Staff.
The next morning Soto, made a point of passing by and asking how I had slept with the biggest evil grin on his face I’d ever seen...
That day, my mother was called and told I was being booted out. Before she could figure out what to do, I went AWOL, made my way back to The Hill, spoke with a beautiful woman who had a communal apartment across the street from the Park and said I needed to move in. As the little puppy of the Hill, still in uniform and with the police looking for me (NYMA was responsible for me until my parents accepted me back) I was welcomed into the embrace of my Hippie brethren and never looked back.
So, what was accomplished? Well most definitely not the original goal of shutting NYMA down and in hindsight I think I’m glad I failed in that. What the entire episode did accomplish for me at least, was a first step in what would be many years of fighting unjust wars, striving for equal rights for everyone and galvanizing my convictions that doing the right thing matters far more than taking the easy path.
All in all I have many memories of my time as a cadet many of them warm, but after all these years, most had receded, until last year when the elections put it in the spotlight including tales of being closed down and then sold to a Chinese conglomerate.
Although I know the Alma Matter Hymn to this day, I will let a better voice sing it for you... and say, one more time; Hail NYMA!
Students Need Help from Us All
Perhaps you are a student or perhaps your child is a student. It has probably not escaped you that college tuition is expensive and many students have large student loans to pay back. According to Mark Kantrowitz of Edvisors, “the average class of 2015 graduate with student-loan debt will have to pay back a little more than $35,000, according to an analysis of government data.” In 1993 that figure was $5000. If the economy were booming and jobs were plentiful that figure would not seem so large, “With a good, well-paying job I can handle this monthly student loan payment.” I have acquaintances who think that college tuition is as expensive as when we went to college in the 1970’s. It isn’t. Tuition has increased at an exponential rate while income has not kept pace. Tuition rates increased 225% over the last three decades. There are many, many places to read about the disparity between current average income and current average tuition. This is not going to be an article about that. This is going to be about, me, convincing you, that the student debt problem is not, ‘someone else’s problem’.
The student debt problem is OUR problem. It is America’s problem from the corporate executives trying to hire qualified people to the businesses trying to increase sales to the parent on Social Security to the student working at a minimum wage job instead of the job in their field of study.
$1.3 trillion! That is how much is owed in student loans. Not all students are paying their loans- they are in default. Eight million students are in default, their credit reports have been decimated. That affects you. It makes borrowing and lending money difficult and more expensive. Banks don’t just accept defaults. They make up the loss elsewhere, in charges to you and me. “If we don’t stop the trend,” Rohit Chopra, the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau’s Student Loan Ombudsman warn(s), “I think there may be a student debt domino effect, where it is impacting sectors from first-time homeownership to retirement security, to even whether people decide to attend medical school. All of these decisions are shaped by student debt, and we can’t forget that.”
According to http://realestateconsulting.com: “The Impact of Student Loans on Home Buying: Every $250 per month in student debt reduces a household’s home purchasing power by $44,000. Most households paying $750+ per month in student loans are priced out of the market. Only those in the highest-earning brackets can afford to purchase a home.” That affects you. Not just your neighbor or your co-workers kid. It affects the value of your home and your ability to sell it because if there aren’t enough buyers, well, who will buy your home? “Student debt is a crushing blow to borrowers, and it has dampened the economic prospects for not only themselves, but the American economy as a whole.” Richard Long (Moyers and Company)
That’s just real estate. Consider also what goes into a home. Large purchases, furniture, appliances, the need for repairs, the energy needed to run a home, the everyday grocery items and products that go into homes, the lap top or TV or cable service and even clothing in the closets. If 50% of your income is being paid on a student loan you can’t afford those things. You also can’t afford to go to the movies. You can’t afford to go to dinner. You can’t afford a new car or even a used car. What does your company sell? Would you like more customers? Customers need disposable income. Student with huge student debt don’t have disposable income. This is why it is OUR problem.
Looks bleak doesn’t it? It doesn’t have to be. There are many qualified, active people who are trying to change this. I hope to convince you to consider what they have to say and the suggestions they have. The beauty and marvel of the US and of humans is our ability to overcome adversity.
Elizabeth Warren is championing the cause and I think she has good reasons and makes a strong case for why we need to address this issue. “In America today, a young person needs more education after high school just to have a chance to make it in the middle class.” AND “Homeowners refinance their loans when interest rates go down. Businesses refinance their loans. But right now, there's no way for students to be able to do that. I've proposed that we reduce the interest rate on the outstanding loan debt to the same rate Republicans and Democrats came together last year to set a new interest rate on new loans [3.86 percent]. For millions of borrowers, that would cut interest rates in half or more. Unfortunately, the federal government can't just reduce the interest rate. It has already built those expected profits into the budget. So we propose stitching up tax loopholes that are available only to millionaires and billionaires, and requiring them to pay taxes at the same rate most American families pay. That would more than pay for the cost of reducing the interest rate on student loans.” Elizabeth addresses the reasons for reducing the student’s debt and has a plan to make it happen.
Robert Reich political economist, professor, author, and political commentator views college as necessary, not just for the individual, but for our country and economy. “You see, a college education isn't just a private investment. It's also a public good. This nation can't be competitive globally, nor can we have a vibrant and responsible democracy, without a large number of well-educated people. So here’s an idea that might allow more students to pursue their real interests when they graduate: Make repayment of government-subsidized loans depend on how much money they earn. Say everyone has to pay ten percent of their income for the first ten years of their full-time work. And then the loans are considered paid off. So it's not just you who are burdened by these trends.”
John T Harvey, Forbes, Professor of Economics at Texas Christian University agrees: “What this means is that we are spawning a generation whose debt loads are already so high that they will be forced to forego the consumption necessary to create demand and employment for the rest of us–and consumers are the true job creators. We need them to spend the money that makes entrepreneurial activity profitable, but what sort of expenditures can we expect from a recent graduate who already faces the equivalent of a house payment?! There is already evidence that this is having an impact (Young Student Loan Borrowers Retreat from Housing and Auto Markets). This is bad news for all of us.”
According to Mandi Woodruff of Yahoo news, “We have a pretty solid idea of what Hilary Clinton might have in store. In the battle between lenders and borrowers, Clinton has historically been on team borrower, she vocally supported income-based repayment, decreasing overall tuition costs, making it easier to finance federal student loan debt, and developing more work-study programs. She proposed the Student Borrower Bill of Rights, which would have made it easier for cash-strapped student borrowers to pay back their loans, have their loans refinanced, qualify for income-based loan payments, and discharge student debt in bankruptcy. She threw her weight behind the College Cost Reduction and Access Act shortly after. The act, which passed, not only expanded the Pell Grant program but gave graduates the ability to apply for income-based repayment loans and loan forgiveness for those who chose careers in public service.
Some groups are calling for complete elimination of student debt. This may be more challenging. An organization called Campaigning for America’s Future is calling for a Debt Jubilee. This is based on the words inscribed on the Liberty Bell – “Proclaim liberty throughout the land, and to all the inhabitants thereof” – are from the Book of Leviticus and refer to a Biblical “Year of Jubilee,” when all debts were periodically forgiven by the nation’s rulers. Debt Jubilee that will forgive all $1.3 trillion in American student loan debt. Here’s how it can work: Most student loan debt (approximately 86 percent) is held by the federal government. That means it is actually owned by the very people who owe the debt. That debt can be forgiven by government action. The remainder is held by private lenders and will be the subject of future proposals.
Many people’s first reaction will be: We can’t afford it. While we will provide more detail on the funding process soon, the answer is a simple one: Yes, we can.
First, let’s reflect on our priorities. The Jubilee would cost less than the 2001 tax cuts – which primarily benefited the wealthiest among us – and is only slightly more than the 10-year cost of offshore tax loopholes for corporate America. For another perspective, a study published 18 months ago showed that the costs of the war in Iraq had already exceeded $2 trillion.
We realize that a “student debt jubilee” will cost money. But it will also stimulate economic growth, by injecting more money into the overall economy, and that growth will provide more tax revenue for the government. There will also be a major expansionary effect, as young Americans liberated from debt are able to buy homes, start businesses and pursue their dreams. And in the future our economy will benefit from a better-educated population.”
However, Ms. Warren, Mr. Reich, Mr. Harvey and Ms. Clinton’s ideas are probably more realistic and are similar to the ideas of The Institute for College Access & Success (TICAS). You can access their site and more detailed ideas here: http://ticas.org/initiative/student-debt-policy-agenda. Some of their ideas are:
- Secure and improve Pell Grants
- Streamline and improve higher education tax benefits
- Simplify federal student loans and better target subsidies
- Streamline, improve, and promote awareness of federal loan repayment options
- Enhance and improve institutional accountability
- Strengthen policies to prevent waste, fraud, and abuse
- Develop standards for refinancing or modifying private loan debt
- Treat private loans like other consumer debt in bankruptcy
- Increase community college students' access to federal students loans
I hope that I have given you things to consider and inspired you to consider how can and why we need to improve the plight this generation of students. I hope that we can all agree that resolving this problem would benefit us all. There are solutions. It’s possible.
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Drama Bomb
Borderlines are called Borderlines because they are on the edge of being called psychotic.
Everyone has had that one (or two) people in their lives that constantly make up drama around them and then act like they hate drama. Why do people do this? What kind of a person wants drama in their lives? Who would want to alienate themselves over and over with new groups of people constantly? Well, it is a mental illness called borderline personality disorder. Throughout the years I have come across many bipolar people but very few borderline personalities. However, when you meet a borderline personality, it stays with you for awhile and when you befriend a person with borderline personality disorder it can pain you to have to walk away.
These people with borderline have some symptoms of: moody, overly sensitive, immaturity, makes fun of others, dishonesty, dramatic, unstable relationships with other people (intense at first, then all of a sudden devaluing the friend), playing the victim, impulsive behavior, jealous, paranoid / suspiciousness, cognitive / social learning issues, attention-seeking with pity / victimization, irritability, fear of abandonment, interpersonal functioning issues, self-image issues, story creation (for drama and pity), suicidal ideation, always needing someone there but never there for other people in their time of need. Borderline personalities also have issues with maintaining true opinions (very religious one day and the next not so religious) as well as changing their types of friends suddenly. Often they will feel as though they do not belong anywhere and will make comments regarding how they feel like they do not exist at all, especially after they have isolated themselves for attention and pity from a new group of friends.
Borderline personalities tend to abandon people during the devaluation phase because of their imagined abandonment issues. It seems contradictory, but basically once the borderline personality learns that their friend(s) really do not like the drama and that is brought up to the borderline personality, they will start to imagine abandonment and look for a new friend almost immediately. Generally, these people will latch onto someone else who will, quite frankly, put up with the mood swings and usually that is a person who has no idea of the borderline’s issues. Once the borderline is met with harsh truths from the new friend, the cycle will start over with devaluation and a new friend to manipulate.
It is important to note that borderline personality disorder can be treated. However, people with the disorder often quit going to therapy and quite their medications because they think they are feeling better. Sadly, it is the medicine and possibly the combination of therapy and medicine that is making them feel better. So when they go off the medication and/or quit therapy, there will be issues with the borderline personality and friends and family around him or her. “Individuals with borderline personality disorder may have a pattern of undermining themselves at the moment a goal is about to be realized (e.g., destroying a good relationship just when it is clear that the relationship could last)” (DSM-V).
Awareness is key: With a Bachelor’s Degree in Social Sciences (Psychology) and over 2000 hours of working with diagnosed patients (depression, borderline, bipolar, histrionic, anxiety disorders, deviant behavior), I find that the best thing to do when encountering a borderline personality is to offer help by simply being there and later suggesting to go back on medication or back to therapy. Offer to go with the person to a doctor or therapist. If they get angry or mad and refuse help over and over, then one really must walk away or tell them the truth and allow person with borderline disorder to walk away. It is a mental illness that needs to be treated and if the person is refusing treatment and the drama or other issues are interfering with your life then it is truly the best option to leave the situation. It may seem harsh, but at some point the drama becomes too much and when you stay with or around a borderline person there is a chance they will try to make you feel as though you are the one who needs professional help.
What if you are a person who is exhibiting some or all of these symptoms? The first way to check is to begin a self-assessment. The first one I would do: notice if your social media cries “I hate drama” or if drama seems to be everywhere you are, perhaps it is time to look behind you and notice how it’s following you for a reason. If you feel you may have this disorder, get help as soon as you can. It is okay to have a mental illness, but it is not okay to be aware of it and do nothing. Doing nothing hurts other people and hurting other people is never a good thing.
School Daze
Remember that old limerick that went, “No more pencils! No more books! No more teachers’ dirty looks!”? I sure do – it’s a traditional rhyme I learned when I was in first grade. And in my memories, I can still hear the older kids chanting it on the bus on the last day of school, as the driver (happily) completed his final route for the year.
Rarely did I participate in the chant because, well, I was kind of a nerd. I enjoyed scholarship and didn’t necessarily look forward to summer break each year, where I would be separated from my classmates and a structured learning environment for three long months.
I attended public school in a small town in rural Ohio for twelve years, grades 1-12, but I did not attend Kindergarten. Back then (1964) Kindergarten was not an Ohio early education requirement for attending a public school. Local churches sponsored it and the parents paid the tuition - if they could afford it - and had to provide transportation for their child.
It wasn’t until 1966, that Kindergarten became part of the Ohio public schools program. In 1976, despite missing out on the kindergarten experience; I graduated from high school with honors, thanks to wonderful, caring and compassionate teachers - public school teachers.
Education in Ohio has changed quite a bit, since I was a student; and that change has not always been for the better. Since Gov. John Kasich and the Republicans in the state legislature came into office, education in Ohio has been in steady decline: In 2010 Ohio public schools were ranked 5th in the nation; in 2014 they were down to 18th; one year later, in 2015, Ohio education ranked 23rd.
Why this shameful deterioration in Ohio education under Kasich and the GOP? The answer to this question lies in the right-wing agenda for privatization and an apparent GOP desire to penalize teachers and local school districts.
No More Pencils, No More Books:
According to a 2015 report published by Innovation Ohio, public schools, which educate 90% of Ohio’s children, are receiving $515 million less state funds since Kasich took office; while funding for charter schools[ii] has increased by 27%, and the cost of local school levies has jumped up 34%. Furthermore, because of the eradication of the 12.5% property tax rollback, levies have cost local taxpayers $10 million more than they would have otherwise. 
In other words, while Kasich and the GOP in Ohio have slashed education funding for public schools (remember, 90% of Ohio children attend public schools); they have increased state funding to private/charter schools. This means that working/middle-class taxpayers are subsidizing private/charter schools at the expense of the public schools attended by their own children and/or grandchildren.
Charter Schools and Dirty Crooks[ii]:
My home state of Ohio is noted for being the “wild, wild west” of charter schools. That is not a distinction of which Buckeyes should be proud. As Steven Dyer, Education Policy Fellow at Innovation Ohio, points out, it is a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad thing.
The charter school and the private entities that sponsor them is not a problem exclusive to Ohio, though Trump’s pick for Secretary of Education, Betsy Devos, does owe the state $5.3 million in fines for her school privatization efforts. The 'school choice' cancer is spreading throughout the nation and DeVos[iii] is encouraging the malignancy. As I was writing this, a vote on her confirmation was taking place in the Senate. She was confirmed, with Pence’s deplorable, tie-breaking vote. She is not qualified, and the future of public schools and our children’s education is in jeopardy.
A film short by Brave New Films, pretty much sums it up: Watch “Protect Public Education: Stop Betsy DeVos” and then call (202) 224-3121 and ask your representatives in Congress to STAND UP for PUBLIC SCHOOLS and OUR CHILDREN. Make the call, regardless of today’s confirmation vote. Do not allow our public school system to be broken by the greedy, thieving, dirty crooks that only care about staying in power, and turning a profit.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: My childhood best friend and next-door neighbor, Suzie Yount, got to go to a privately funded Kindergarten. I missed her companionship on the days she was in class, and wished I could be with her. This past summer was our 40th High School Class Reunion and I got to see Suzie and other friends from our public school graduating class. It was a wonderful experience, where we were able re-connect and laugh, sharing memories of our adventures – and a few misadventures, too. I’m glad I was a part of it. Shout out to all my class of 1976 mates! I love you.
On another note: At the end of “OH, Ohio! (Part 4)”, I told you a Trump-voter girlfriend of mine was going to list reasons why she felt the way she did about Hillary Clinton, the candidate who won the popular vote by an historic margin in last year’s election. She never got back to me with the requested list, and I’m not going to ask again. It doesn’t matter at this point. The un-fightable Electoral College decision is done. However, the real fight is just beginning...
Be Indivisible, my friends. Resist 45’s authoritarian regime. Peace out.
[i] Charter schools (also known as “community schools”) are publicly funded, but privately managed K-12 schools.
[ii] So many dirty crooks; and so little space that I had to rip out of this article the many names, statistics, etc. that I’ve collected in researching this topic. I will write a follow-up piece in the next few weeks and include this data.
[iii] For more in-depth coverage of Ohio's poor-performing charter schools, check out the well-vetted articles on Plunderbund, Ohio's award-winning political blog.