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My food book, After Tonight, Everything Will Be Different, is sending some good folks to El Veganito to grab the burrito on the cover.
That feels pretty damn good.
Shit is dark right now. We need to find nice moments as a pressure release in order to stay in the fight.
PS. Get a copy at https://adamgnade.com/shop if you're a reader.
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ofstoriesandstardust · 3 months
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what was i made for?
note: i wrote this piece after seeing the Barbie movie in july and got so enraged by what happened at the golden globes that i just had to finish this. i don't know if anyone will read this but i just wanted to post it. Rebel is my most special girl. (@cottagecori unknowingly came up the ending to this fic)
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You squeeze Liam’s shoulder, passing him the ticket. “And what do you say if anyone asks why you’re in there without an adult?” 
“Your stomach was bothering you, so you went to the bathroom.” 
“And?” 
“Then I text you to come back to the theater.” 
“Correct. And?”
“Um…” 
“Not a word of this to your dads, do you understand me?” 
He nods eagerly. 
You hum, letting him go. “Have fun, kid.” 
Liam’s grin is wide as he bounds into the theater across the hall as you sigh. 
Liam had only been with Jake and Javy for about four months now, and already knew exactly how to play you to get what he wanted. 
You weren’t exactly sure who had put their foot down about Liam seeing Oppenheimer, but regardless, Liam’s dads had said no, leaving the boy disappointed. Apparently, his best friend Carter had an older sister who had snuck their whole friend group into Oppenheimer the week before while Liam had been in Savannah with his dads. 
So, when you had suggested seeing a movie today to keep Liam occupied, he’d had a look on his face you just knew you wouldn’t be able to say no to. 
You turn, walking into the theater with your popcorn, sitting down in your chair. 
You glance around the theater as the previews roll, the costumes and bright pink of the people in the room standing out as you snack. 
You’re a little underdressed, it seems. 
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“The Barbie movie did more for me in two hours than two years of therapy.”
April’s words played in your head as you watched the movie, seemingly doubtful this movie could needle you so much. 
You doubted you’d even cry.
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Take my hands, close your eyes, now feel. 
The first tear startled you as it slide down your face, not even realizing it was going to happen until your throat closed in on you. 
You got up from the theater as the tears came in succession, warm against your face as you pushed out the doors, out past the concessions stand and into the fresh air of Grossmont Shopping Center, sitting down next to the fountain across from the Cold Stone. 
A little boy stared at you as you broke down in tears, not even really sure why you were crying. 
April had gotten it all right when she said that the movie dually captured the reality of what it was like to be a woman while also the beauty of it too - and you hadn’t anticipated it cutting so deep. 
It was so hard to sit there and watch that montage, to feel the love that emanated from those clips. The way America Ferrieria looked at her character’s daughter with so much love it made your chest physically ache. 
It wasn’t often your Mom’s absence popped up like this, when you had wished so badly to know what it was like to experience a mother’s love. 
Your Dad’s love was enough for you and that was all that mattered to you. 
But sometimes you craved having someone to teach you how to do your make-up, someone to gossip with over a glass of wine, someone to guide you when you didn’t know where else to go. 
The closest you’d ever gotten to a strong maternal figure was Carole, and she was long gone by now. 
God, all you wanted right now was to say to give her one last hug. 
To say thank you for all the unconditional love she had offered you so freely when it came at a cost from everyone else. 
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Bradley snickers as he rolls over in bed. “Now that it’s just the two of us: did you sneak Liam into Oppenheimer today? Your secret’s safe with me.” 
You glance up at him from where you’re looking at the photo album. “What?” 
He pauses, clearly seeing something on your face as he begins to frown. “Everything okay? You’ve been kind of quiet this evening.” 
You shrug, looking down at the photo album in your hands. He moves, shifting to sit next to you. 
“I miss her.” You say quietly. “I miss her so much B.” You say with a shake of your head, as you feel your throat close up again. “God, I- I wish so badly she was here to tell me what I’m supposed to do now, to help me figure out who I’m supposed to be.” You snap the album shut, sliding it away from you as you tilt your head back, trying to blink away the tears. “God- and I’m- I’m always fucking crying and I never ever mean to and I-” 
Bradley’s hand glides up your thigh to sit on your waist, tugging you towards him. “Honey, what- where is this even- what are you talking about?” 
You sniff, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. “I went to go see the Barbie movie today while Liam saw Oppenheimer – don’t give me that look, he was not hiding it well at all – and it just made me- it just made me miss your Mom.” You admit quietly. 
Bradley’s next breath is heavy and shaky as he tightens his grip on you. “I miss her too, you know. Every day.” 
“I wish she was here to tell me what to do now that I don’t know who I am.” The words come out soft as you shrug, looking down at where your fingers intertwine with Bradley’s. “Your Mom - she always had the best advice. And she always knew just what to do next, even when I never saw a way forward. She was so kind- and- and witty and clever. And I- I don’t feel like I am even half of that.” 
“Baby-” 
“And I thought I had my whole life and my identity. I was a Navy pilot, following in the footsteps of the people who raised her and I thought I knew who I was supposed to be and what I was meant to do and even if I wasn’t happy, it was- I don’t know- I’m just- I’m so lost Bradley.” Another tear trickles down your face. “I thought I was Rebel but maybe I’m not her anymore. But without her, I don’t know if I know who I am.” 
It’s silent for a minute, the tears drying out on your face as Bradley sits there with you. 
“I will never be as good as my Mom.” Bradley whispers. “Probably- never half of what she was. But I- I know what she would say if she were here.” 
“Yeah?” You sniffle. 
“You are the most incredible woman I have ever known. You may not see it, but Rebel is only a small part of you. You are the most badass, confident, funny, caring, intelligent woman I've ever known. You are selfless and you care so deeply about all of your friends that they become your family. What you do for work - that isn’t who you are. You’re so much more than that.” 
“But she was who I was for so long - can I ever be anything more?”
“You already are.” He whispers. The tears start again as he looks at you with an almost proud smile. “I’ve been meaning to bring it up to you for a while, thinking about what you might like to do next. You know, one of the reasons I fell in love with you was because of how much you care for others. And I know- I know what the Navy did to you is never going to go away and I am glad you left it behind, especially because those things- they’re ingrained into the culture of that place. But what if- what if there was a way for you to help others? You always say how there wasn’t anybody to help you, but what if you were there to help the girls still in it?”
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“I’m literally a Ken doll and you didn't even ask me to match with you!” 
Liam’s hiding his giggles behind his fist as Jake stares in horror at Javy’s Halloween costume. 
“Jake-” You say, unable to stop the giggle that escaped at your friend’s reaction to the Halloween costumes you and Javy had picked out after seeing the Barbie movie together back in August. 
The blond turns on you. “I am literally Ryan Gosling Ken and yet you guys are going as Ncuti Ken and Emma Barbie?!” 
“Don’t even bother, Bagman. I already tried and she said that if I dared to bleach my hair like Ryan’s, she’d divorce me.” Bradley pauses next to Jake. “And I kind of think she’s serious. I’m not sure. I’m not in the business of, what did Liam call it? Fucking around and finding out? So couple costumes are out.” 
You give a playful half-shrug. “I mean, the two of you could go as your own pair of Kens. It doesn’t have to be Barbie and Ken. It can just be- the Kens.”
“Bob can be Alan.” Javy supplies, nudging you. “We could do a whole group costume. You can still be Kenough, Jake.” 
Bradley lets out a barking laugh that he ends up coughing down at the glare Jake sends his way. Liam ambles over to you, clinging on to the side of your arm. “I’m sensing a this is my mojo dojo casa house! moment is about to come out.”
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Emmeko Celine Reed, 29 (USA 2002)
Before she died, Emmeko Celine Reed underwent an abortion at Family Planning Associates. She didn’t know it, but the abortionist inflicted internal injuries that would later kill her.
The abortionist left a permanent scar in Emmeko’s uterus, creating a defect that a coroner measured at six centimeters long. The uterine lining was scraped away down to the myometrium, which was left dangerously thin.
At some point after the abortion, Emmeko was pregnant with her last child. She would never have the chance to have another one. At 32 weeks pregnant, she suffered horrible pain and had to be taken to Grossmont Hospital in an ambulance. The ER doctors performed an emergency C-section, but Emmeko’s son was stillborn. Emergency surgery found that Emmeko was bleeding internally and all efforts to save her life failed.
Emmeko died of a ruptured uterus. Even though she’d had a previous C-section, the rupture site had nothing to do with the C-section scar. Instead, the strangely linear “defect” tore open. It was noted that Emmeko had been using drugs, but her cause of death was confirmed to be internal bleeding from the uterine rupture at the scar site. (This is similar to the death of Bimbo Onangua, who also died during a stillbirth because of ruptured uterine scarring from a past abortion.)
Emmeko’s family sued FPA. She was one of many abortion clients killed by the corporation. They did not improve and killed Kenniah Epps later, continuing a pattern of malpractice and death.
Emmeko’s death was not included in CDC statistics on deaths from legal abortion because California does not submit abortion statistics to the FDA. This means that the official statistics on legal abortion deaths are once again missing information.
ESTATE OF EMMEKO REED vs FPA 2003 GIC810851
"United States, GenealogyBank Obituaries, Births, and Marriages 1980-2014," database with images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:QKKL-285W : accessed 11 November 2022), Emmeko C Reed, California, United States, 23 Feb 2002; from "Recent Newspaper Obituaries (1977 - Today)," database, GenealogyBank.com (http://www.genealogybank.com : 2014); citing San Diego Union-Tribune, The, born-digital text.
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banshee1013 · 5 months
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So, this is 60.
Gonna be honest - never thought I'd make it this far. 16 year old me didn't think I'd see 20, and 60 seemed like an impossibility.
I joined the Navy and made it to 20, had a kid, and then a couple more. Even at 30, 60 seemed SO OLD, so unobtainable.
Today, I look in the mirror and 60 still seems old - but I don't FEEL old. Now it's less "will I make it?" and more "how much further can I go?"
And I can't wait to find out.
1. Sunrise on Day One of my sixth decade.
2. Birthday Cake, you say?
3. I have a very needy coworker.
4. No one should be subjected to Calculus on their birthday but here we are.
5. Sunset over Grossmont College. Sixty and a college student, that's me.
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pigeontakeover · 7 months
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More San Diego bullshit
Grossmont Union High School Board voted to terminate their decades-long mental health and suicide prevention services BECAUSE it was providing gender-affirming care for LGBTQ+ students.
From the article:
“We need to look for alternatives that best reflect East County Values," said school board member Dr. Gary Woods during the July meeting.
Interesting note: Dr. Gary Woods is the Executive Director of EBI Leadership Development. EBI - Equip Biblical Institute. Just another Christian white male shoving the Christian Agenda down your throat, while pointing the finger claiming there’s a “Gay Agenda”.
Also from the article:
The vote came after tearful stories from parents and students like Zoey Miller, who says therapists with SDYS saved students' lives. 
“She quite literally saved my life. I wouldn't be here without her help her assistance, her support," Miller said.
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paddymcgintysgoat · 8 months
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80136 at Grossmont
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chrisshields18 · 3 days
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Grossmont College.
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epacer · 2 months
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How San Diego Unified music programs do so much with so little
San Diego Reader
By David Good
August 28, 2013
‘They shut down the music program here in 2000.” Emily Gray is Crawford High School’s new music teacher. She was hired to restart the music program. “At the beginning of the year, we had no instruments. So I taught the students about music theory. I taught them how to read notes. Then, when some money was freed up, we got recorders [those little plastic whistle-like things]. At one point, I had 70 recorders all at one time in class. I thought my ears were gonna explode.”
In the band room, there are a dozen music stands of every description and a few chairs arranged in a semicircle. The instrument lockers hang open and empty. The classroom looks as if it’s been pilfered, and in a way, it was. “The instruments went away to La Jolla High School in 2000,” says Gray.
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Emily Gray was hired to restart the music program at Crawford High School.
Crawford can only afford to pay Gray for 67 percent of her time. (The remaining 33 percent of her work week is spent teaching music at Lincoln High School.) Gray says her beginning band class is restricted to sharing those recorders, but the 16 students enrolled in intermediate band class have the use of whatever conventional instruments she’s been able to cobble together via donations.
“Two flutes, three clarinets, three alto saxes, two tenor saxes, three trumpets, some percussion, and a trombone.” The trombone is made from PVC, the same material used for irrigation pipes. Plastic, not brass. “They only cost 150 bucks,” Gray says, “and they sound great.”
In March, the San Diego Unified School District, of which Crawford is a part, received a Best Communities in Music Education Award; as such, it was named one of the best places in the country to get a music education. Other school districts across the country — 306 of them — likewise received a Best Communities in Music Education Award, bestowed by the National Association of Music Merchants in Carlsbad. The winners were selected from a pool of over 2000 applicants.
The award was established in 1999 to recognize schools for keeping music alive in their curriculums. Winners are culled from surveys designed to measure things like fundraising, instruction time, and facilities. School districts reaching the 80th percentile and above are deemed winners.
According to the association, areas in which the San Diego Unified School District especially stood out included budgetary commitment to music, opportunities to learn music, the presence of certificated music teachers, adherence to state and national standards, types of musical experiences offered, and opportunities for performance and competition.
Not everybody involved in the business of music education in San Diego agrees.
“When we heard about the award, we said, ‘How could this happen?’” Mitchell Way is director of instrumental music at Helix High School in La Mesa, in the neighboring Grossmont Union High School District. “I get frustrated when I hear stuff like this. The days of having to do music as an elective? They’re over. San Diego may have a good elementary school music program, but most students don’t have anywhere to go after that.”
Michael Benge is associate music director at Helix. “What standard are they using for comparison? When you look at some of the great programs in the Midwest or back east, we don’t even come close. Maybe Poway or North County does, but not San Diego. Did they [SDUSD] get that award just because they exist?”
Mitchell Way: “There’s only one great [school music] program in San Diego, and that’s Mira Mesa.” Why? Mira Mesa, he explains, has a couple of full-time instructors and offers a variety of music classes.
Benge thinks the Music Merchants award may foster a potentially damaging illusion: “If people think San Diego is one of the best places in the nation for music education, then that tells everybody that we must be getting enough funding. And that’s not true.”
“Next year, we’ll have music in every single school except Kearny.” Karen Childress-Evans is director of visual and performing arts for the San Diego Unified School District. Why not Kearny? “Because there’s no money for a teacher,” she says. “[My budget] is cut all the time. I’m just below bare bones. They talk about bare bones, but they’ve amputated legs here.”
Emily Gray: “Last year we had a budget of about $2000 from the school administration and various monetary donations from alumni and other donors. For the coming two years I was given about $5000 to spend on supplies.”
The Helix High School music program survives on fundraising efforts and donations. “We can only spend what we bring in,” says Helix Instrumental Music Association President Mike Reed. He says they collected $83,000 last year and spent $86,000. “We have a tiny cash reserve.”
Childress-Evans explains that school music budgets traditionally come from several sources: ASB fundraisers, unrestricted funding that each [campus] receives from the district, grants, and donations. “Most budgets depend on donations these days, since the district is just beginning to recover from the California educational-budget crises. Every school is different. For instance, Hoover High School receives significant funding from Price Charities, while Mira Mesa High School does a lot of fundraising. Each school’s principal is the one who determines how much money will be spent on all arts programs.”
Still, Childress-Evans is good with the recognition. “It’s not that we have all the answers and that we rock. It’s that we’ve been able to do things other districts can’t do. We are the second-largest district in California, and that looks a lot different than districts with only two elementary schools.”
She also points out that hundreds of those same NAMM awards are given each year, but that the San Diego Unified School District was the sole recipient of the Kennedy Center for the Arts and the National School Board Association Award for Arts Education in 2011. “What they said to me was this: they had no idea how we did so much with so little.”
Would Emily Gray agree that San Diego’s music programs are all over the board? “Yes.” But she says there are programs in worse condition than Crawford’s. “And Mira Mesa,” which she agrees has the best program, “started off the same way. In the beginning they had nothing.” Gray, 24, is a Mira Mesa graduate. “They’ve been steadily building it up for several years. The demographics helped. A lot of the parents there wanted their kids to have a music program.” Mira Mesa declined to release their music-budget figures.
Crawford’s music program, once lauded for producing national-level talent — Nathan East (who played with Whitney Houston, Eric Clapton); Hollis Gentry (Larry Carlton, Fattburger); Carl Evans (Fattburger); jazz bassist Gunnar Biggs; pop star Stephen Bishop; and more. (In the spirit of full disclosure, the author is also a Crawford alumnus) — is again showing small signs of life. “Next fall, I’m 99 percent sure that we’ll offer intermediate band for the whole year, choir for one semester, and orchestra for one semester.”
Meanwhile, that recorder class, a baker’s dozen of Mexican-American, Vietnamese, and Somali students, has received its own, much tastier award. “I told them that if they all got to page 31 in the lesson book, I’d bake them a cake.” Did they make it? “Yes. I baked them two cakes from scratch: red velvet and chocolate.”
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Our seminar colleague Carley, sends in this followup info on Mexistentialism, Mexican Intellectual History and our readings and "seeings" of and on Gus Arriola; it regards the class she took last year and some of the authors/readings she experienced in her class:
Hey! — just managed to scramble together some of the course readings (or at least authors) from that Latin American philosophy course I took with Juan Carlos Gonzalez at Grossmont… Sor juana “reply to sor filotea” & some of her poetry Jorge Portilla "Community, Greatness, and Misery in Mexican Life" Leon-Portilla  Villoro "Sahagun or the Limits of the Discovery of the Other."  Sepulveda “Democrates Alter”  Las Casas  Vasconcelos “the race problem”  Caso Graciela Hierro “gender and power”  Revueltas  Lugones  Uranga “Mexistentialism” And also this article about Uranga’s Mexistentialism by Carlos Alberto Sanchez: https://www.philosophersmag.com/essays/197-m-existentialism
thx Carley!
cheers,
Bill Nericcio
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Grossmont Union High School District digitally transforms educational experience for 17,000 students with HPE GreenLake
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kaydna · 3 months
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jennifermnhi · 8 months
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Anthony Lawrence named Grossmont High football coach [Video]
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niallodonohoe · 8 months
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C's Chat - 2023 Vancouver Canadians RHP #36 Anders Tolhurst
The latest C's Chat is with 2023 Vancouver Canadians pitcher Anders Tolhurst @anderstolhurst, a 2019 23rd round pick by the Toronto Blue Jays from Grossmont College @GCGriffin_BSB. #VanCanadians #MontysMounties #AtTheNat #NextLevel #BlueJays #LosAzulejos
The latest C’s Chat is with 2023 Vancouver Canadians pitcher Anders Tolhurst. Hailing from Santee, California in San Diego County, Tolhurst played baseball and football for Santana High School, making quite the impact on one defender as a wide receiver on the gridiron. It was baseball that Tolhurst decided to stick with in the end and after graduation, he remained close to home by attending San…
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