This is My Hometown

Police Shoot Student Armed with Scissors

WILLINGBORO, N.J. - June 7, 2007 - A student armed with scissors was shot and critically wounded by a police officer Thursday outside a school for children with emotional or behavioral disorders.
The shooting at the Garfield Park Academy occurred just before 4 p.m., Burlington County Prosecutor Robert D. Bernardi said.

Willingboro police responded to the K-12 school after several 911 callers reported that an "out of control" male student was using scissors to threaten staffers in the school office, Bernardi said. Subsequent callers reported that the student had left the office and was in the front hall of the school, still armed with the scissors and threatening students and teachers.

When police arrived, they found the student outside the school and saw he was holding two pairs of scissors. While trying to talk with him, the officers repeatedly told the boy to drop the scissors, but he refused to comply.

The student continued to act in an aggressive manner, Bernardi said, and his actions toward one of the officers - Sgt. William Smith, a 19-year veteran of the force - resulted in Smith firing two shots.

The boy was struck once in the chest and once in the abdomen. He was airlifted to Cooper University Hospital in Camden, where he was listed in critical but stable condition Thursday night. Authorities would not identify the boy or provide further details about him, including his age.

No other injuries were reported in the incident.

Gregory Rucker, Willingboro's acting police director, said Smith was put on administrative leave, which is standard procedure following a police-involved shooting. The incident was being investigated by the county Prosecutor's office and the Willingboro Detective Bureau.

For so many reasons, this story makes me so sad.  What in the wide, wide world of sports has happened to my hometown?  Willingboro has been on the decline for years and years.  There's tons of reasons but I still can't help but remember when Garfield Park Academy used to be Garfield Park Elementary School.  I have great memories there.  I had my first crush there.  There were great teachers and they really cared about the well-being of the students.  The school board meetings were televised and were somewhat comical because of all of the in-fighting.  That didn't really mean much at the time.  It was always just a given.

There was the Pool Program that was the highlight of our summer.  We stayed at the pool from morning until night.  We were there at 8 in the morning for swim team practice and left to go home for dinner and back until 8 that night.  The lifeguards were our "idols".  We had Swimming meets on Saturday mornings and met up with the team (including the coaches) at the local Mc Donald's.   The parks were safe.  They had Recreation Programs during the summer.  We would have our annual block picnics there.  Good times.

There was a real sense of community here.  Parents felt safe to let their kids out to play and everyone knew everyone.  If you got into trouble and another parent caught you, you could be assured that your respective parent would find out about it.  The town had it's share of problems and our house even was broken into once.  (We were inside at the time... creepy...) That wasn't the norm though.

The only time that I was ever involved with the police was because of the many speeding tickets that my beloved received.   (He was pulled over in front of our house as he was picking me up for our first date.)  We were married at Corpus Christi church in Willingboro.  I had gone there forever and it was sentimental for me to start our life together here.  I even had my first teaching position in Willingboro.  I was working with former teachers of mine who insisted that I call them by their first name as we were now colleagues.  I could never bring myself to do it.

I knew things had changed drastically when I went back many years later to attend a funeral for one of our neighbors.  These fools had filled in my beloved pool!  Kids would have nowhere to go in the summer.  As we all know, bored kids can be dangerous kids.

So I hear about this story and I am sad on so many levels.  This was my beloved school in my beloved town. (It wasn't always like this!)  I don't know what exactly happened but I wonder why the policeman had to shoot the kid because he had scissors.  The cause/effect don't really add up to me.

I do wonder why this school has to have an almost constant police presence in the first place.  How did it get so out of control?  Shouldn't there be some type of investigation into the policies of Garfield Park Academy?  If people are mad, they have cause.

I am mad and sad because my hometown is gone...

The First Cut is the Deepest

from http://www.creativity-portal.com

When was the first time you were hurt?

Physically?

In the fourth grade at a Girl Scout meeting.There was this girl who was TWICE my size and  thought that it would be fun to spin me around and around.  I thought that it was fun too until she let go and I went flying across the Multi-Purpose room.  What would you do if you were the adult in charge?  Call the parents?  911?  Not this crew.  When I didn't stop crying, they made me walk all the way home with what was later discovered as a broken wrist.  Thus ended my promising career as a Girl Scout It is amazing the crap that sticks out in our minds so many years later.

Emotionally?

Second Grade.  I was a bit of a flake and wasn't listening to the teacher.  She got mad and screamed at me.  That was the first time that I can remember feeling embarrassed.  It was the start of a long career of being embarrassed about many things.  I later learned from my mom that my second grade teacher that she was probably drunk seeing as she was a stark-raving alcoholic!  I always learn amazing stuff years after the fact!

It's a Springtime Miracle!

Not only did I decide to post again, my beloved and I actually have a vacation planned!  Without kids!  The first vacation in 11 years.  Woo Hoo!

We need a vacation so badly.  With our vacation fund (ie: Tax Refund Check) we are going to Miami.  So long as we don't go near Disney/Universal, the boys couldn't care less.  I forget where the hotel is that we are staying but who cares?  It's near the beach!  As long as I have a drink with an umbrella in it, I don't care what we do.

Things to catch up on:

1.  I think the news will actually drive me to seizures.  Can't stand another second of the crap that is the Bush administration. 

2.  The 4yo is actually turning 5 next month.  So mad at him...

3.  My mother/stepdad moved to Kentucky last month.  I am the only one in my family left that is in the area.  Strange but whatever...

4.  You all heard about my beloved's graceful way of getting out of work the other day.  Nice job scaring the crap out of me.  Wish he'd go to the Dr....

If there are any more miracles occuring, I'll try to be better about passing them on.

I Am a Basketball Goddess!

Midnight Madness is a basketball tournament that is held at our local HS.  Kids from the third grade to high school participate against each other in short games.  The third grade plays the fourth (the older grade seemed to trounce the younger ones.  The 9yo won his game with a score of 34-4.)  and so on. 

In between games they have free-throw contests for the parents.  If you get picked, you stand and try to make a shot.  I took a shot in place of another mom who didn't want to go out.  TONS of dads were ahead of me and they all missed.  Lots of pressure but I got up there and made the crucial shot of the game.  I was shocked that it went in and I was jumping up and down.  (We never win anything so my reaction was pretty understandable.)  I picked up my hoodie and was ready to bask in the accolades of my family when the 9yo said this:

"NEVER do that to me again.  All that jumping around... You embarrassed me in front of my friends."

**sigh** I didn't realize that "pre-teen" angst started at NINE YEARS OLD!

YA-HOO!!

The fact that the Dems have taken back Congress should make me happy.  (Don't get me wrong, I am!)  I have to say that I want them to have it all.  That means the Senate too.  It almost as if the country has woken up to the sham of the Bush administration.

The reaction of Bush has been typical.  It makes no sense and delusional.  Bi-partisanship?  Why not?!

I like what I hear from Nancy Pelosi about what she would do during her first 100 hours. (you go, girl!)   I think that the "little guy" has been ignored far too long during the Bush regime.  I also like that she says what she thinks about Bush. 

It should prove to be a fun few years!

He's a Smarty Pants!

My little guy is a reader.  The 4 yo read "How Do Dinosaurs Eat Their Food?" by Jane Yolen and Mark Teague.  He was able to figure a lot of it out by using context cues.  He took great pride in reading this to his dad and me.  I remember when the 9yo read to us for the first time.  (I think it was around the same time)  Both experiences were very surreal because we are SO not the parents to come at their kids with flash cards and the like.  Too much pressure.  Anyhoo, I listened last night and couldn't believe that he was doing what he was doing.  I was truly amazed! 

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President Bush's News Conference?

I am watching the news conference and all I hear is:

"blah, blah, blah..."

The guy sounds delusional.  Does he not listen to anything that anyone says? (rhetorical question, I know!)  The press really doesn't need to be there.  All they have to do is to pull up quotes from prior news conferences.  Why do people listen anymore?  Why am I listening?

Oooo... David Gregory is up now challenging Bush about did he say "Stay the course."  He's wondering why where those who wanted the timetable were labled "defeatocrats."  Bush is of course not answering the question!

Gotta go, can't watch anymore.  I think that I'd get more info. bashing my head into the TV.

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