live in concert

just over an hour ago my daughter and I arrived home safe and sound. Our ears are still ringing, the vibrations from the music are still pumping life through our veins.

At the PNE tonight, we had tickets [a Christmas present] to see Hilary Duff live in concert. Given that my daughter whose 12 is truly coming of age, she amazed me this evening with dancing & cheering for someone who is her first music icon. Duff, go figure. This was also our second time seeing Hilary live.

It was a lengthy concert and filled in the coliseum to capacity was what appeared to be every woman / young woman of child bearing age in the GVRD. Probably 90% in the crowd this evening was female; it was shocking to see what some mothers allowed their daughters to be wearing or behaving like.

Suffice to say, we had such a wonderful night out together and it's another experience I'm grateful I had the chance to share with my child.

Now, sitting naked watching the news, just out of the tub, towel wrapped around my head and I've got some final details to complete on this project on my desktop before I can head off to bed.

Bed and sleep is where I should be given that tomorrow I'm teaching two classes in Birch Bay for the Adult Friend Finder Group in the afternoon.

Jennifer

rattan canes

standing only in a little pink thong, attached is a ruffled skirt of about 3 inches of fabric in sheer hearts covering my moist bits, pink ankle strap heart pumps and my purple tinkerbell blanket as a cape over my bare shoulders / body. The party is loud but the noise doesn't detract from two luscious friends of mine Brendan & Juju that I see coming towards me through all the people.

Bad Juju Designs is the company they own and they make custom hand finished rattan canes. The colors are wild and the sizes of canes are vast, what great kinky canes they make.

Juju handed me the most lovely two canes, thin & whispy in pink and oh my if they weren't tied up in a beautiful pink ribbon to boot. Much fun will be had caning some upper inner thighs, cocks that I'm partial to and some breasts that are in need of attention; these new canes are sized perfectly just for those delicate areas. I love new toys and I certainly enjoy being able to do things to people with the toys that I own.

Bad Juju Designs

You both are such sexy kissers, I found it very erotic that in one night we finally had the right set of circumstances for such an amazing first kiss. Each of you.

That these new implements match the rest of the set of pink canes that they have made for me is making me feel quite special, a full set of 6. sweet : ) Thank you both for the kindness!

hugs

Jennifer

surgery date

it seems that the answer to the issue of my breast is surgery.

On February 1, I will be having the offending lump removed from my left breast in hospital.

The lump is in the exact same spot as last time. [3 years ago] And I'm looking forward to having this pea size problem out of me, and because of my last breast issue, when the operation is finished they are going to start me on a full round of antibiotics this time.

In the mean time, before surgery, I have 14 events to host in January and much work to get done. It's my hope that this whole surgery will be nothing more than a small inconvenience in my otherwise busy sex-positive world.

Want to share a sentiment of hope or words of encouragement?? Well, I'm all ears...

Jennifer

breast news today

Today I've a 10:30 appointment with the breast surgeon and from there I head straight to work till 6:00pm. What a long day today will be, both emotionally & physically. However it will be good to have some resolution to the issue of my left breast and the lump from hell.

Slept like a log last night after catching up on days worth of e-mail: the result of being in the United States over New Years and not wanting to open my laptop. Now back to the routine and grind of another year... Happy 2006 everyone!

Jennifer

someone else's writing

A Story of Experiencing: Tie Me to the Bedposts, Please!
A Libido Events course on bondage
By Shantar

(note from Jennifer: I taught this class privately for the BiSexual Girls Group of Vancouver BGV in the living room and dining room of one of their members. The class is a bedroom bondage basics class and the writer wrote this story of her experience for the BGV January 06 newsletter, much to my surprise. My cattle prod is sometimes brought to classes as a fun little sensation seeker toy that makes for good conversation in classes. Sometimes as in this case, someone namely the writer, and another half dozen atleast tried it that evening at my hand, the leap from Wow, conversation starter, to WOW, impact maker.)


It was a fabulous time that went by so very quickly! I was able to try pallet wrap as a restraint tool, and this time I was both wrapper and wrappee! I won't be able to use my electric toothbrush without giggling...I never knew one would work so well in all those tight, hot places of my mummified partner.

For me, the sensation of being totally enclosed, (even my toes!) with ice in all the hot spots and a vibrating toothbrush humming and buzzing along the plastic was amazing; nails on skin that was exposed and vulnerable due to a carefully cut hole in the wrap were shiver-inducing. Made with safety scissors, of course.

I had a chance to test a boundary of mine that night. You know how some boundaries are kind of fluid, or grey? The type where your partner can ease you over it, gradually introduce you to something. Well this boundary of mind didn't have an “ease line”. I either did it. Or I didn't. “There is no try,” to quote Yoda.

Jennifer, our class facilitator, mentor, instructor and generally amazing sex educator, had a new toy...an electric cattle prod. Now I have this thing with electricity. It likes me. I mean, it really likes me. My muscles react way over the top whenever I come into contact with it. Apparently, it's due to a high salt content in my blood. Weird, but true. In any case, it means I conduct really, really well, so electrical stimulation is INTENSE.

So there I was, laid out on the carpet in a warm room, wrapped from shoulders to toes in clingy, clear plastic film, and blind-folded. Jennifer's voice drifted over towards me. She was speaking to the pair of women next to me.

"Do you know what I have with me? It's my cattle prod." Anxiety tightens my belly muscles, and my breathing hitches a bit. I'm right beside them. Next in line. For a force I'm so fearful of. But I know nothing will happen unless I say "Yes. Yes, I can handle that."

So the internal dialogue begins within myself: my paranoid, protective skeptic (yes, even kinksters have them!), and my rational mind.

"No way I’m doing that! It would be so harsh. You remember what it felt like the time the dishwasher shorted out and you were pregnant!?!"

"I remember. I was so afraid for the baby. But listen to the giggles going on beside you. She’s wrapped up, yet seems to enjoy it, and she's not afraid." (Cue delightful little yelps and eeps.)

"What if I need to move? I'm all wrapped up, I can barely budge. If I cramp up, what then?"

"There are medical scissors right here, with your partner. You’d be released very quickly."

"I’ve heard the sensation can be really strong for some people, and it can last quite a while..."

"You've handled strong sensations before. Your first flogging was for half an hour. You remember what that was like? Intense, but good, so very, very good. Aren't you just a bit curious?"

"Well, yes...but…I'm scared."

The sound of clothing rustling: Jennifer moving to my side. "Well, Shantar, what about you? Do you want to try?"

"That would really be pushing a limit," comes out in a strangled voice.

"Is that a yes...or a no?" her silky voice inquires, dropping half an octave.


”She asked!”

"So, what now?"

"I'm still not sure..."

"You're with someone you trust, in a roomful of like-minded women. If not here, now, then with whom, where, and when?"


"o...ok. OK. I will!

"Yes", I reply aloud. It’s the longest word I can manage. Three seconds have passed.

I feel warmth drape itself along my right side; Jennifer has snuggled up beside me, her presence lending me strength.“Put your head on my arm”, she instructs. I feel a little foolish, but I slide a bit more towards her, and rest my neck against the crook of her left arm. I relax into her warmth, and the tension in my body begins to ease. It is peaceful lying beside her.

A hand brushes against the only opening cut into my pallet-wrap cocoon—earlier my upper thighs and crotch were bared to the whims of my partner. It is on that delicate inner thigh I feel a warm hand, holding cool plastic, stop. “I’ll do her right here, on the upper thigh.”

Internal voices howl in unison: “Sheeeeiiiiiit! For a panicy moment I seriously consider scooching under the table.

“Breathe…”, Jennifer instructs quietly.

First breath in…

“Remember what Dossie Easton said…deep breaths. Belly breaths. Send down the cord, connect to the earth, to strength, to red warmth.” The basic tenant of Tantric breathing.

Slow exhale…tension sliding away…

“She’s going to do it on the exhale next time…”


“Hush…you could stop it if you wished. Right now.”

Second breath in..

“Midori does, on the second one…”

“Do you want to?”

Slow exhale…toes curling

“Hey, she didn’t!”


“Do you want to stop?”

Third breath in…

“Everyone, breath with Shantar…” a hint of excitement in Jennifer’s voice, warm enthusiasm and encouragement flow behind the words. I feel and hear the whole room inhale…a shared moment of energy, of intention, of anticipation. A dozen women lend their strength…and I spiral out to the room to encompass what is offered.

inhaling…

“Do you want to stop?”

“God….don’t ”

Exhale…floating…

Then…bzzzzt! Air whooshes out of my lungs and I jackknife in a ‘v’. Muscles spasm from sternum to right knee. “Huhhhhh”, I manage, eloquently. Heart trip-hammering in my chest, breath huffing and puffing in gasps.

“You did it! You survived!” Laughter in Jennifer’s voice; joyous ribbing at my reaction. A whisper in my ear: “It’s really quite the mind fuck, isn’t it?” I nod once, not yet trusting myself to speak. A few moments of stunned amazement, then a grin begins to appear on my face.

“Damn!”

“Yeah.”

Yes, it was an intense experience. But I did survive. The funny thing is it didn’t hurt, exactly. More like getting the wind knocked out of me. And that huge muscle clench…

“I wonder what it’d feel like to have that hit right at the moment of orgasm…”

“Yeahhhhh…”
==========================

The reference to Dossie Easton came from the class she ran on “Radical Ecstasy”, a part of the Libido Events Vancouver Sexpo held last fall. I highly recommend the book of the same name.

our little secret

put my daughter to bed at regular bedtime this evening and am now readying myself for my trip down to Seattle.

Allena, Jim & I plan on being at The Wet Spot tomorrow night for the New Years eve celebrations. What fun we will have, as we're quite the triad when out together.

We've even got a tradition, something special we do every new years eve together that the act of doing makes us all feel close.

You see, Allena & I pull up gurneys or beds, side by side in the medical room and one year up against a wall. With beds side by side, at The Spot in the main playing area, we disrobe, you know, get naked. One of us has gotten noise blowers for us both, and we are holding them in our hands.

Laying ourselves each on a bed, we settle in to comfortable positions before popping our horns in to our mouths. Looking out there are many people in the club whom we know and many other faces only vaguely familiar, most have their own play scenes going on, some are socializing and the few who make New Years at The Spot a tradition know what is about to take place.

Midnight has happened, and Allena has already toasted in the whole room and now this is our time. Our girl time together, to be naughty and have fun. Our Daddy Jim can be seen sitting or standing within viewing proximity and whose eyes will not leave us girls for some time.

Giggling like the little girls we are, putting away our bashfulness, we lay out flat, reaching out one arm to one another so we can hold hands. Sweaty palms meeting and fingers entwining so we can gain strength from one another for the act which is about to take place.

"Now" one us will say and then, legs will be spread and our vulvas will be opened in all their glory for our free hands to find.

With eagerness and great hunger our fingers will part our lips and together we will masturbate, while holding hands and blowing on our horns. [the closer to orgasm, the more intense the horn blowing becomes] it is a riot! And both Allena and I can bring an orgasm on close then hold it at bay and bring it back again over and over, the horns just make it so festive! Time doesn't matter, the only thing on our minds is the big O.

Now last year, our paper horns were blown so much [ok, we masturbated that long and that many times] that the cardboard end of one of the blowers went flying off it's curly end due to prolonged exposure to wetness. Some blessed person came along and provided a new horn quickly so our activities needn't slow down or stop. How thoughtful was that person hey?

Jim will have gotten closer & closer to the action with a perma grin on his face & a hard-on in his pants: he can be heard saying "those are My girls" with great pride to anyone within ear shot.

Allena and I can be found, hair amuck, short on breath, wiping up our girl juices off of the beds afterwards before falling straight into our daddies arms.

Happy New Year to all of you, I hope you all have traditions that make you feel good, safe, warm & loved. I know my family does.

Jennifer

what I read

wearing my sex educator hat, sitting naked I read interesting articles in my down time at home, in the pursuit of good sound sex-positive information; which I then get to share with others in a teaching environment. [wearing clothes and sexy shoes]

please be forewarned that if you click on any of the photo link buttons, nestled inside the article, that the images you will find are very graphic

Penile Fracture and Associated Urethral Injury

and reading this was certainly eye opening and will interest you if you are a chronic pain sufferer or a BDSM enthusiast.

genengnews.com: Rein for Pain Lays Mainly in the Brain, Stanford Researchers Find

see something out there I should know about, please, forward it along to me.

Jennifer

new camera

tonight I plan on catching up on Libido Events e-mail. If you're awaiting something from me, know that the time is near when you'll hear from me. At least 25 e-mails that require dedicated, thoughtful answers. The simple requests I can send back right away, but the rest, well it takes time. Mailing list requests go to my other e-mail address so the address I'm writing about is my jennifer account. Residing in there right now is an obscene amount of mail and the oldest piece is almost 2 weeks old; and I have a personal rule about not having old emails past 2 weeks dated in my account.

For Christmas one of the things I was so blessed to receive was a new digital camera. It works so amazing and I'm elated at how easy it is to navigate, given that I'm one of those who is challenged technically. Soon, on the new web pages to be added to Libido Events will be albums where you can go and browse through the photos I'll be shooting of workshops and play events. (prior to doors opening and people arriving of course)

My daughter and I have just finished pizza and Greek salad and are now together in the livingroom on the sofa. Me on my laptop and her knitting next to me. Jim left early this afternoon and I'm seeing Doug tomorrow for a few hours. Although this year end has lot's of items still needing closure, healing and work on my behalf - right at this moment, at home with my child, I'm feeling peaceful and blessed.

Jennifer

changes

I've yet to go to sleep and it's 9:03am. However, MAJOR site revamp happened overnight. It's not finished yet, but I'm feeling really good about how amazing the transformation already is.

Now to take care of me, sleep, blissful sleep.

Jennifer

good friends

thanks Paul, Ray, Linnea, Doug, Allena, Terri, Brendan, Juju and and everyone else for such a wonderful night last night. Spending hours hanging out with you all was a wonderful evening out for both myself and Allena.

We arrived in late and finally were able to cuddle up in my bed together and drift off thinking of all our wonderful friends this Christmas season.

and now today is my daughters birthday. These days are beyond busy, happily.


Jennifer

accomodation ad

There is a woman that I met & befriended a few months back that is looking for a local home. When we met she was only visiting Vancouver and now here she is with an ad she wrote for what's most important to her. Drop her a line please if you can help her our OR point her in a good solid housing direction!

thanks

Jennifer

....woman, late bloomer and soul-searching type, seeks shared home with another woman/women or possibly a community home, that embraces a sex positive and/or kink positive attitude for Jan 1/2, but possibly for February 1.

Consciousness is important to me. I tend to be more introverted than extroverted and I definitely need my quiet time. I eat meat and still consider myself conscious. Like to eat organic as much as possible and use environmentally friendly products in the home.

Nonsmoker/drug user/drinker. Allergic to cats but love them to bits and much more than dogs. A bathtub is essential! No car, computer or furniture and about 30 boxes that represent my life. Willing to consider a location from Kits to Commercial and inbetween. Can pay rent around $500. Contact me at

c a b o u n d y e s @ h o t m a i l . c o m

news for Canadians

check out this most amazing article, sent to me by my friend K. Who like me, is happy to see in the news from Canadas high court, that us kinksters, really are free to pursue our own sexual pleasures in adult clubs.

A good read and one that will make you want to mark your calendar with Friday January 27 as the next Libido Events Naughty Party - sex, bondage & BDSM.

Good times legally and with the blessing of Canadas courts, I'll see you ALL there!


Jennifer

dress up

Good Morning!!! I'm naked at the kitchen table, my daughter is still asleep in my bed. She's leaving today for her dads for a couple of days, so last night we slept together and given that I'm the earlier riser, means here I sit, typing on my Blog.

I'm soon to get dressed and head off reluctantly for my mammogram. Today feels like a day that I should treat myself very very well and have patience. With this in mind, I'm going to wear sexy underwear to get my breast checked and then take myself out for a leisurely lunch afterwards.

Once I finally get back home this afternoon, perhaps I'll have some time [and the desire] to write about the new venue that I've just finished securing for Libido Events in 2006 for week day classes.

Tonight I've a date with B over at his house and it's my understanding that we may be playing dress up. Adult role play, oh how, I love to suspend reality to get lost in a bubble of lust, pleasure and imaginations.

Jennifer

irony

Tomorrow is the second anniversary of my fathers death from cancer.

Tomorrow at 11:00am I have an appointment for a mammogram; my left breast has a lump / problem. [again]

For those who have known me for a period, this is not the first time, my left breast, in the exact same spot has been an issue for me. Last time landed me in hospital for 5 days, you can imagine what it must have taken to get me down for that long.

The surgeon has booked me in for January 3rd to discuss what's next.

I have great anger towards my father for a great many injustices. Tomorrow is just a sad reminder of a few of them.

The lack of control that I feel in this situation today is something as a Top I strive to never feel. Which reminds me that I always have the choice of when to bottom and in the situation with my breast & my father, I need to, gain control.

Jennifer

giving thanks

this is the first week day morning my daughter has had to sleep in on now that she is on Christmas holidays. When I enforced regular bedtime last night, she was none too pleased. Following yesterday afternoons very successful birthday bowling party, I knew she was exhausted, so at 9:30 I was tucking her in with a kiss, pulling the covers up tight and turning off her light.

It's almost 10 this morning and she is still soundly asleep and I'm feeling positive about sticking with regular bedtime over the holidays except where necessary to deviate from this due to other great amazing festive holiday plans. Saving this, just sleep. The child is in puberty and is in need of food, sleep, love and support.

Writing in only my robe, curled up on the sofa before a lit Christmas tree in the living room, I'm so grateful for all that I have: family that loves and grows with me, my health and youthfulness, lovers that support and nourish me, a home and a car, a community that supports my efforts as an educator and producer of events, a career and business that are my own and flourishing beyond imagination.

time to go wake the child. (if I want her to go to bed at regular time again tonight then she needs to get up now and keep pace with me for awhile today to tire her some) It'll be a fun day with more build up to her actual birthday and Christmas.

Aside from some private coaching work this week with a couple, I've actually got the whole week off from work outside of the house. It's here at home that I sit quietly adding another 5 workshops to the calendar for January 2006 alone. 2006 is treating me very very well already professionally.

Jennifer

my daddy, my father & age play

(if you're sensitive to the idea of adult role play (Daddy-little girl) then this post may be too heavy a topic for you and I suggest you read back another day)

my biological father is dead and this week is the anniversary of his death. It's only been two years, so it's fresh still & I'm finding that I'm having some issues surrounding this.

In me is a great amount of Top energy that I put out often however age play is an activity that I engage in heavily and it does provide balance for me.

Despite the name, "age play" it's not something I feel that I'm playing at; it's simply just another part of myself that I choose to express outloud. Two weeks ago I wrote a post in response to a womans [thoughtful yet objective] comments on a message board and here is what I wrote...

I myself have a history of sexual abuse as a young person that is
healed in some areas and still most raw in others.

Today, I am a 33 year old woman, all grown up now. I have a male
partner over the age of 40 who I call Daddy. Why? Because it makes
me feel good and it makes my partner feel good. We choose to have a
consensual relationship involving age/role play.

It's a relationship that is not always turned "on" to the outside
world but to each of us there is almost always something going on that
keeps us conencted as little girl and Daddy.

My Daddy is who I go to share with when I'm scared and not wanting my
partner Jim. I perfer the safety of who my Daddy is for certain
disclosures/ conversations and activities, than to my partner Jim.

My Daddy let's me be little for things that I struggle with and still
need guidance with, perhaps some things that others have already
learned/mastered in their lives but that I never did or never gained
the confidence for.

My Daddy is my support, that even when my partner Jim & I are not
having a good day, my Daddy will always make sure that I feel safe and
not alone in these times.

My Daddy teaches me things way better than Jim does. My Daddy and I
are close because it's with him that I can say no to anything where by
with Jim, because of our D/s life I have no "no" voice as that's what
we've negotiated in our relationship.

Daddy is who I call out for in sex most, because it's my Daddy who has
been the nicest, most trusting, engaging, endearing, empowering Daddy
ever to teach me all that he has. My Daddy today gives me power in
sex and that was not my experience as a child.

My Daddy today has healed some of those parts of me that my Dad, left
destroyed in my childhood.

I enjoy being little, I just don't have a Daddy either women, I
actually get little. Go small. Have a preference for my thumb and
non verbal communication. And it's all trust based between me as a 33
year old grown woman with my relationship partner, that I choose to
call Daddy instead of Jim.

Age play has healed many parts of my life and given me permission to
explore areas that I never thought I'd eroticize.

I love my Daddy and Jim is my Daddy. I'm a very lucky girl...

---

now perhaps once this anniversary of his death is over with, I'll quit feeling so haunted and get back on track. It's past my bed time now and off I go to sleep...

Jennifer

bring it on

Awoke and spent time being still & savored the quiet of a Saturday morning at home in bed. Up later than usual for me, then made my daughter & I breakfast together once I was able to wake her from her slumber.

Cleaned the house so it would be no effort for me when I returned from work, threw dinner in some marinade, then off I headed for a 7 hour shift of work.

My daughter was at home alone awaiting Jim; once he arrived, the two of them headed off to MetroTown to Christmas shop together for the afternoon without my presence.

I drove straight home from work at days end to find the two of them parking in front of the building and hauling in "the loot" from their shopping trip. What a long day we had all had. Jim was falling asleep on the sofa while dinner cooked.

Late dinner for us together, then the gingersnaps were being decorated to give away as gifts. At work today I'd picked up an assortment of candies and icing to decorate with.

Now with the dishes done, we're watching The Sound Of Music and waiting for bedtime. It's a family night in around here and an early one too.

My folks are here tomorrow from the island for my daughters 12th birthday party. What a celebration day it will be, both with seeing them and the party itself with nine, 12 year olds. A bowling party it is to be! Cake is already made and in the car along with everything else needed or even thought of! All that's left is getting the child there. Her birthday is not for a few more days but as of tomorrow and the party, the festivities begin in this house and will not stop until January 1.

with sleep, love & family, anything feels possible today

Jennifer

word change

Previously, the trunk in my bedroom was once a beautiful hand crafted hope chest made & given to me by the man I was to marry. (before my whole involvement in sex positive culture started) Great sentimental value to me. Now it is my kinky toy box, complete with lock and it houses and exhorberent amount of adult toys; and not a single piece of linen or dishes. (although there are knives inside ha)

When presented to me originally the hope chest had a plaque on it saying...

JENNIFER

"Built By My Hands With Love From My Heart"

Love

XXXXXX
Christmas 98

and I had a new one made finally, all these years later to replace the original plaque. This is the quote that now sits on top of my toy box....

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you can not do.


Our relationship ended when he realized as I did that kink and activism were part of my journey and not his or ours.

Not wanting to damage the finish on the trunk nor wanting to loose the touching words once blessed upon me by love, I adhered the new plaque directly over the original to preserve, some of the intent.

Jennifer

Tuesdays goings-on

Had a private consultation with a man this morning at 9:00 and found myself greatly enjoying the chance to share with him what sex positive culture is and how it [could] applies to him and his life. Private coaching is rewarding for me and always for those whom choose to see me. I'm seeing this man again and our path together is professional, my leading, he the student.

Then to the bank for an appointment for half an hour. Over to my daughters school to drop something forgotten off, before heading off to check the post box. Now I'm back home & have phoned work and used a sick day. I'm behind and not wanting to get any further in deep, feel like this is my only way out with a sick day.

Half an hour before my next appointment & here I am typing to my Blog; and then out to the valley to drop something off to a friend. Tonight is GingerBread house making, dinner and readying for tomorrow's school Christmas concert inbetween answering the inbox full of mail awaiting me in my account.

I don't get generic mail, I get the type of mail that people don't send to anyone else, the kind that they type just for my eyes and that requires something from me above and beyond a form letter or an accidental delete to not answer it. I'm your sex activist / your sex educator / your resource, which means that what you need, I'm here for both in person and in email.

Laundry to be done today sometime and I'm still only scratching the surface. That we don't live in our school catchment area means that I play chauffeur both ways, 5 days a week for my 11 old which is a whole other commitment to keep her at school on time and even at all from our lack of proximity.

In an email today, I was listing all the attributes that I don't find attractive in potential play partners. This is what I came up with..... I hate; waste, anything dishonest, disregard, tardiness, stupidity, unethical behavior, rudeness, disobedience, aggressiveness, name dropping, laziness, exaggeration, disorder, gossip, unpreparedness, societal & peer pressure.

blessings

Jennifer

hurtful words

Gilmore Avenue and Parker Street
4 way stop
CAR ACCIDENT

Jennifer at fault and yet I was the CALM one in the accident.
What a way to start my work day at 8:30AM!

++++++++++++++++++

My daughters Principal called this morning to tell me how she's fixed the issue my daughter and I brought to her office last week during our appointment. It seems my child has a teacher this year, that likes to call her entire 31 student class "idiots" and other times "stupid idiots" to their faces while they are sitting in their desks.

She talks through ALL announcements on the PA system and despite the fact school gets out at 3:00 her class is never out before 3:10.

My daughter is a REALLY good student & young person. Student Council. Peer Mediator. Community Social Planner, Path Finder and in band. A really good child, well behaved, well spoken, polite and sincere.

She shared with me what her teacher was doing in actions to her class as well as how she talks to them. Supporting her in finding some immediate changes and help for this situtation with her teacher took us to a visit with both the Principal and Vice Principal.

I could have gone to talk to the teacher myself alone but thought it better to allow my daughter the chance to express her concerns to those with the power to change it. I was also hugely proud of witnessing my daughter make effective change not just for her own well being but also for others.

The call this morning said that "my daughter is very brave and strong for coming forward." The teacher confessed so to speak and even had a number of excuses as to why words like stupid and idiot are being said to students - but alas her excuses fell on deaf ears.

No one was interested in hearing anything from her but how she plans on implementing change. I've told my daughter she never has to be anywhere where she is ill treated and not respected and I've reiterated this to the Principal.

I won't pull my child from the class over it, but I would go a step above to have the teacher moved from the class should she not be able to handle herself with young impressionable children. {in future}

I've spent a lifetime telling my daughter how intelligent, smart, shrewd, creative, and expressive she is and what wonderful attributes those things are. I'll be damned if one teacher in one year of her elementary school experience is going to ruin for her what we've built together and what she know's to be true.

It's her confidence and it's the most important thing that she'll carry out in to the world and into high school. No one, not even a teacher will be permitted to rip from my daughter her feeling of safety, confidence, intellegence or creativity.


Jennifer
my daughters mother