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My 13-year-old sister and a group of her friends got caught smoking pot with an 8-year-old. D said that she has smoked weed once, but did not partake on that particular occasion, rather just watched as the kid asked them if he could try it and they said 'Yes' and rolled him a joint. My sister is only grounded for a week.
Two or three weeks ago she was caught lying straight to her father's face about hiding a boy in the house while she was babysitting. She wasn't even punished for that one.
Now, call me strict, but when I grow up and have children, they will be grounded for the rest of their lives if I find out that they're taking any drugs. I have never smoked pot, and I can't say that I regret it.
If my children have babysitting jobs and deliberately disobey the rules of the home they're in, they will no longer have a babysitting job.
Not disciplining D for these things is not teaching her responsibility.
Last night I confessed to my mother that I'm getting very tired of having to look after a teenager, and her response was, "Well, I'm not quitting my job. That's what I would have to do if you weren't helping me out with her."
When I was D's age I was not only responsible for myself, but for my mother's four other children. Is it too much to ask that D be trustworty enough that I don't have to spend my free time making sure that she's not sneaking boys into the house or getting high with the neighborhood delinquents? Am I expecting too much of her just because I happened to be a good kid with no friends and never got into the kind of trouble that she finds? Maybe I'm resentful that she's allowed so much freedom at her age when I was burdened with cooking and diaper changing and keeping four young children from killing each other at the ripe old age of 12. I was certainly resentful of C when she, only a year younger than I, was able to do pretty much whatever she wanted while I was confined to the house and denied even extra-curricular school activities. The only thing that's changed in the last dozen years is that I no longer have to change diapers.
Needing to keep myself grounded and focused on the future, I spent a large part of Tuesday perusing the CIC website and found answers to a lot of my questions regarding immigration. I would not be able to apply as a skilled worker with my nurse's aide certification, so I don't have to take that class this winter and drive 60 miles a day for a year to gain experience in a job I'm sure to hate. I could apply as a skilled worker since I have worked in secretarial positions, but a family class sponsorship will likely be easier and less costly in the end.
At the beginning of next summer I will apply for a job with a Safeway in Burnaby. The assistant manager at the store I'm interested in told me that they're always looking to hire people who don't need training, so it's a pretty good chance that I would be offered a job. The next step would be obtaining a work visa permitting me to accept Safeway's job offer, and I hope to have said visa by September 1. If everything goes according to plan Kevin and I will be common law after a living together for a year and will be able to apply for family class residency. At this point it's looking pretty good, and I am excited and relieved to finally have a 'How' and a 'When'.
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