Learning To Embrace Fatherhood
The first five months of my girlfriend’s pregnancy I flaked on all her doctor’s appointments. I was afraid of accepting the role of a parent, until I turned my fears into fuel.
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The first five months of my girlfriend’s pregnancy I flaked on all her doctor’s appointments. I was afraid of accepting the role of a parent, until I turned my fears into fuel.
High schools across the county offer teens sex education classes to help teens bridge the gap between what teens think they know about sex, and what teens actually know about sex. But for Long Beach teens, whose school district cut sex education classes two years ago, young people are beginning to look for facts about sex in a variety of different places.
. The draw? MacArthur Award winning actress and playwright Anna Deavere Smith, who you might recognize from The West Wing or Nurse Jackie. On this night, however, the actress-turned-advocate tackled one of our country’s toughest topics: The school to prison pipeline.
For some people, picking out an outfit is as simple as throwing on a shirt and putting on a pair of jeans. But 16-year-old Youth Radio Reporter Dani Tarver is not one of them. By 5 o’clock in the morning, she’s already “late” for her daily routine getting ready for school.
I grew up trying to be strong; physically and mentally — from boxing with my brothers, to internalizing painful situations. Caring for others in a deep way can be frightening, but it’s a fear that I wish to overcome.
Many young people experience post-college depression. For most, the period marks the first time outside of a school setting, causing an identity crisis of sorts. No longer students, work becomes the next foundation upon which to build a life.
Many people talk about depression when they’re feeling sad. But Sonia, who was on the youth panel at a community forum for advocates, health-care providers and media, explained to a packed room that what she experiences is very different from feeling a bit down.
I soon realized why that bus hadn’t come: walking to school my dad and I passed two white sheets lying on the ground, both of them stained with blood. We later learned the victims were two local kids killed after trying to run away from gang members who were chasing them. It was 2006. A month later I left El Salvador and headed north for the United States.
My dad was there for graduations, to teach me how to ride a bike, to see me make accomplishments. My dad was there as a sounding board, as more of a disciplinarian. But my mom was the one who was the breadwinner that I saw — who I consistently saw get up in the morning and go to work.