The culmination of one of the classes I’m currently taking is a formal debate on a current topic in public health. We were given a long list of topics to choose from, to rank our top four or five choices, as to what our interests would be for debate topics. From there, the professor was going to pick the top four and assign each of us to a topic and to a side of the topic (affirmative or negative). And she had warned us ahead of time…NO SWITCHING.
Needless to say, I ranked all of the topics to do with firearms as my top choices.
The list of topics and teams was handed out yesterday.
The topics are:
— Community programming and education should be increased to address overweight/obesity;
— School-based violence prevention programs should be used to prevent bullying;
— Texting and mobile phone use while driving should be banned; and
— Firearm registration and licensing of firearm owners should be restricted to reduce firearm deaths.
I’m on the team which is to debate on the negative of the firearms topic.
Please, please, don’t fling me in that brier-patch!
It was a day when everything stopped.
I’ll never forget that morning, 14 years ago. Few things can bring the daily business in an ER to a screeching halt, but the pictures on the TV that morning did. Even the patients and their parents were glued to the TV screens in the rooms, minor (and some fairly major) complaints forgotten. Everyone horrified, near tears. It took several hours before things got back to normal, and even then, every TV was tuned to the news for the rest of that day and for several days after.
I don’t think the world is a better place today, despite all that the government keeps trying to do for (and to) us. I don’t think it’s safer. I don’t think tomorrow is brighter. I don’t spend every day obsessing over the future, but I do try to make plans for it, because I don’t think what’s coming is going to be pretty.
But I’ll never forget that morning and how everyone came together for a time.
I spent a good bit of this holiday weekend on the road. Between the BF’s car trouble and heading downstate for lunch with my parents today, I ran up several hundred miles on the interstate.
I have never seen so many police on the roads in such a short period of time. NEVER. Both in number and in type. I even saw state highway patrol sharing pass-throughs on the interstate with sheriff deputies and with local police, as if there weren’t enough places for them all to sit.
I know it’s a holiday weekend. I know they’re cracking down on drunk drivers. But 2pm on Friday? 10am on Labor Day? C’mon.
Even better was all of the drivers’ reactions to all of the police cars (and motorcycles!) on the roads. Every single cop sighted meant massive brake lights across the freeway, even if he had someone pulled over on the other side! I think the best was an obvious speed trap…4 Motor Carrier Enforcement SUVs (they’re a different color than the regular highway patrol cars), each one with an 18-wheeler pulled over, all in a line on the side of the road. Just about every single blessed car heading south slammed on his brakes.
The speed trap? On the northbound interstate.
I have decided that there is something that I need to get to make my graduate school experience complete.
FLUFFY BUNNY SLIPPERS!!!
Given that the majority of my classes are online or via videoconference, I feel that attending classes in fluffy bunny slippers will make me smile and make my day complete when I have to be up at an ungodly early hour (for me) to participate in these classes.
And my feet will stay nice and toasty warm.