You can’t call yourself a diamond if you are cubic zirconia

I hate mediocrity, I hate lack of integrity, I hate nepotism, I hate lack of transparency. I hate people who get jobs because of who they know, not what they know. I hate people who don’t have the integrity to admit their mistakes. I hate people who don’t have the honesty to stand behind their work. I hate the city of Miami because it’s become another third world country run by money, greed, corrupt politicians, cops who sell their services, teachers who don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground, who probably got their job because they did a lot of ass kissing so their running around with a mouth smeared with shit.
I am an American, I wont be caught dead with the Latin crap running around in this city, and I will not kiss anyone’s ass, and I will not accept less than excellence, specially if I am trying to get an education, so no I will ever again take a class with a professor who doesn’t answer your questions, who hides behind his curtain of lies, who is mediocre at best and has no concept of respect not even for the subject he is teaching or the laws he is suppose to uphold.
I will not be caught again in a class with a man who teaches you how to lie to authority, how to break the law, a man who is so depraved he doesn’t even see his own depravation. If you teach the law then you must respect the law, if you are a policeman then you must honor the work of other policeman and teach respect towards them.
If I wanted to learn how to break the law I would go to a jail and get lessons from the real masters, but I want to uphold the law, so I will find professors who are honestly trying to do their job, who love what they do and respect the science they are teaching.
I can get mediocrity anywhere I certainly don’t want to get it at my learning institution, a college that I have loved and learned from when professors knew how to do their jobs and had respect for the teaching profession.
Some people are just fit to go shoot the shit at Versailles where all the “mueleros” gather. They don’t belong and don’t fit among scholars.

Smut-ly Crew

I am going to let you in on a little secret Professor, from the day I walked into your class and you shoved your dirty finger in my face, and screamed at me, I knew exactly who you were and what you were trying to do. I have been laughing at you ever since, watching you sweat when I ask you questions, listening to your broken English, seeing you try to teach the students your dirty tricks on how to scam the cops and lie to them so they don’t have to pay for tickets. Teaching them that it’s OK to sell knock off movies, because the cops don’t have time to take care of that, so it’s OK, and telling me that I should call the FBI, if I thought it was wrong, buddy, it’s a crime, piracy is a crime.
Ever since day one, I have smelled you and you smell worst that Casey Anthony’s trunk. You thought you were intimidating me? Well this is what I thought: ” look at this jackass, yelling out “bitch” like he was cool.”

Look at this sorry piece of human crap, who has nothing better to do than to try to intimidate an old woman, who doesn’t carry a weapon, who has never done a thing to you, wow, I am so impressed you could nock me over except that all the time you were trying to pull a fast one on me, I already knew where you were coming from. I knew you were part of the Smut-ly Crew, the good old boys, like officer Alvarez, and Officer Chavez, and Officer Marischio, all the prima donnas who came to my house and told me they could not make a report because there was no break in at my house, and all the one’s at the precincts who gave me the run around.
Wow how many gallons of scotch do you have to swallow before you can look at your self in the mirror? What do you say to your wife or your kids? Look at the husband you have today I shoved my finger in an old ladies face, because I was trying to scare her, do you tell that to your wife?
Did you really think for one minute I did not know you were going to screw me on my test? That’s why I asked you for the exam because I knew you were crooked. I was married to someone like you only he was on the other side of the law, or is there another side? What side are you on? Can you tell the difference because as far as I am concerned you are worst than the criminals because you are wearing the uniform of a policeman in front of the world, but you are a criminal just like the rapist who gets a rise out of fornicating dead corpses, do you get a rise out of scaring old ladies? You did not fool me at all, not for one freaking minute. Just so you know.

Do the right thing.

All of my life I have been abused. My mother abused me since I was a baby, and she continued to abuse me throughout my childhood, and since she was already used to doing it, she continued to do so when I was a teenager, she abused me mercilessly throughout my life, her last and most cruel form of abuse was defaming my character by making people believe that I was crazy and finally trying to put me into a mental institution.
It took me a long time to understand my life and the cycle of abuse I kept living, but when I finally did it turned everything around for me.
I don’t believe in revenge, or getting even, I don’t believe in abusing someone else, that would only make me the same as they are and that is something I can never be, I can never be a monster.
What it did do is make me not ever want to be abused again, so when I found myself in the psyche ward, knowing how twisted and sick my mother’s mind was and how I would never get out of there unless I pulled myself out I did everything I could, including calling news stations to let them know who I was and where I had been put.
There comes a point in your life when you just don’t have anything else to loose, everything you ever loved has been taken away, and so the only thing you have left is your own desire to stay alive and so you put it all out there no matter what.
I am at that point in my life, I have nothing to loose, so I will do everything I can to be heard, and understood, because that is all I have left my truth, my dignity, my entity, which has never meant anything to anyone except God.
There is still an opportunity to make things right, to do the right thing, walk into the class and say to everyone, the machine made a mistake and counted answers 4, 31, 34, and 50, wrong and would everybody just add them or subtract them from their grades and submit the new number. A lot of people would be happy, and everything would just go away, and justice and the right thing would be done and karma would be restored. There is still an opportunity to be a stand up guy, and do the right thing.

Mr. Padron GETS IT!

Message form the President of Miami Dade College

Excerpt from Higher education’s mandate: planning for a new generation
Page 81
The Strategic Plan defines the broad, College- wide, long- term goals
with measurable objectives. We also evaluate effectiveness on an annual
basis through the institutional effectiveness process, which has three levels
of reporting and accountability: (1) College- wide effectiveness based on
core indicators with annual reporting to the College- wide Academic and
Support Staff Council and the College’s executive leadership; (2) campus/
area effectiveness, via annual goals and priorities developed at annual
meetings and planning sessions; and (3) unit effectiveness (academic,
student support and administrative areas) measured by area goals and
annual reports to deans and vice provosts.
As an example of how we connect the mission and vision to action and
evaluation, we ask key effectiveness questions at the college- wide level:
● How accessible are MDC programs and services?
● How affordable are MDC programs and services?
● How well does MDC help students progress through the curriculum
to acquire needed knowledge and skills?
● How successful are MDC students in their academic and career pursuits after leaving MDC?
● How satisfied are MDC students with the education and services
provided by the College?
● How well does MDC encourage creativity, risk- taking and accountability in employees?
● How well does MDC work in partnership with the community?
● How effectively does MDC use its resources?
Core Effectiveness Indicators have been identified for each of these
questions and provide a college- wide focus. Institutional Research (IR)
compiles the data for most of these indicators and works with other
departments at the College to obtain additional information. These inputs
form the basis of the college- wide Institutional Effectiveness Annual
Report. Planning and effectiveness efforts also inform and support budget
decisions at the College.

I do believe Mr. Padron gets it.

What is that?

There is a time and place for everything. In a professional setting one must act accordingly and treat professional matters with the respect they are due. If we are discussing the matters at hand, there is no need to interject your own insecurities into the matter. If I ask you the answer to a question you do not need to show me the chip on your shoulder, all I am looking for are the facts. If you would like to have a meeting please leave your ego at home, the matter at hand is just between the two of us.
Don’t give me sorry excuses about who is right and who is the one that sets the rules, show me the money, where is the beef? I want you to back up your answers with proof, with data, not with your sorry ass excuses about who is the boss.
I am not your wife, your daughter, your mother, or related to you in any way, do not confuse your authority as a professional with your macho attitude.
There are boundaries in the professional world which must be adhered to and in education one must have coherent answers to dispute reasonable doubts. Education must be exact, direct, and unquestionable, the facts are the facts and they must be backed up with information
So are you just happy to see me or is that a Big Chip on your .shoulder?

Just so you know…

Every time my son speaks about me in an article he speaks about how we had to move around so much. I wish I could have gotten a house from his father when we got divorced, I wish I could have gotten child support so that I did not have to support him all by myself, but I did not, I had no one to help me so I did the best I could kept working and making sure he had food and a roof over his head, even if it wasn’t the same roof all the time.
But just so that everyone, including my son knows, I moved around a lot too when I was a kid. I was born in my maternal grandmother’s house and we lived there, my father, my mother and I for a while, then my parents moved to their own apartment. When my dad came home to find another man in his house, he left us, so then my mother moved us back into my grandmother’s house. When my mother left to go with Castro to the mountains, I was picked up by my fraternal grandmother, and taken to live with my aunt, I lived in two different houses with my aunt, one house which was right down the street form my grandmother Juana, and another one which was close to Plaza Marta, in Santiago. Then my father came to pick me up and took me to live with him in Havana, and we lived in an apartment in the middle of Havana. I was with him for about a year, then my mother took me out of his house and took me to live in apartment she shared with a co-worker of hers named Pompeya, and her family, I lived there for a while then she took me to Rancho Boyero, where I saw my sister Maggie again, my sister was 7 and I was 10 years old by then. From there we went to live with my mother in an apartment in Havana, we were only there a couple of months and then we were sent to the United States. I lived with my American family for two years, then we were sent back to my mother to Elizabeth when we got there she was living on First Avenue close to St Patrick’s School where I went to school, but a few months after that we moved to another apartment in the Italian section of Elizabeth. We lived in New Jersey for about a year then she brought us to Miami and we went to live in an apartment on 5th Avenue and SW 10 Street, and from there she bought a house on 12 Avenue and 8th Street. So that by the time I graduated from High School I had lived in a total of 14 different homes.
So just so you know I was moved around a lot too.

I believe in Miracles!

I am not afraid of ghosts, I am not afraid of lights that turn on by themselves, I am not afraid of open doors, that does nothing to scare me, you know what I am afraid of? I am afraid of people who break into my house and poison it. I am afraid of people who invade my privacy, I am afraid of people who put me into mental hospitals. That is what scares me, that there are in this world people who have the humongous pardon the expression “balls” who think they have the right to do things like that.
I am afraid because they are not only a danger to me, they are a danger to society. They are criminals that need to pay for their crime.
I am afraid of cops who don’t do their jobs, who sell their services to the highest bidder. Who do not adhere to the Law Enforcement Code of Ethics, or who follow the orders of some perverted boss, who sells his integrity.
I am afraid of corruption, of bribes, of the power of money to buy justice.
That is what scares me, the hell with ghosts, they have no bodies. It’s the one’s that are walking around in 3D, exercising their malice, that concern me.
If it was not for the fact that I have a tremendous faith that God is going to make everything OK, I’d be worried. I am not worried, not even a little bit because the truth is like a bubble of air in a glass of water, sooner or later it will come to the top.
So I live my life, harming no one, not wishing harm on anyone and only asking God that justice be done.
I believe in Miracles

The Door is Closed!

I was an abandoned child, first my father left, then my mother left to follow him and left me behind with her mother to take care of me, my grandmother died, my mother came back but then she left again one day out of the blue and she did not come back for many years.
Trust is definitely an issue for me, right now I trust a total stranger much more than I trust the people I thought I knew. When I had my car accident, no one came to see me, not even my own mother, she came to tape a TV show, but she never even called me to see how I was. No one called to see how I was feeling; Karina would come by and tell me that she only had a few minutes because she had to do something for her mother or her grandfather, and so she would drop me off at Publix and show up three hours later to pick me up. The only time she ever came into my house was to sit at my computer and ask me my passwords, she set up my AT&T account and wanted to be able to access it, and I told her I wanted no one on my account but she set it up to be accessed anyway, I know because I found out later when I went to change my passwords because my account kept getting messed with.
No one brought me a cup of chicken soup or even came to cheer me up. My husband used to say, “If you can’t come to my funerals don’t expect an invitation to my parties.” He was right.
My list of people I trust has dwindle to nothing, I trust my neighbor who lives two houses down across the street. I trust my dogs to love me. I trust God to take care of me. I trust myself, and I trust that President Obama is trying to do the best he can.
So with this I am saying that it will take time and until I know for sure who burglarized my house and sprayed chemicals, and put some toxic paste all over my stuff, or who was making my alarm go off, or who was following me all over town, or who stole my phone and who tapped it, and my computer. Until I know who it was everyone is still under suspicion as far as I am concerned. I trust that my son has my best interest at heart, but other than him, I know very few other people do, including my own mother and my own daughter.
I know my American family would never hurt me, I trust them.
So if you did not come to see me when I desperately needed someone to just get me a glass of water because my whole body felt like a train had run over it, please don’t bother to call me, email me or other wise interrupt me.
The door is closed.

Can’t get the email to my Professor

To: J A Fernandez
Criminology 1010

From: Alysha Acosta

Professor Fernandez, first of all I would like to say that I have the utmost respect for you as my professor and that I have learned many things from your lectures and I am grateful for that. I also would like to say that there is no personal motive involved other than to make you see that I deserve to get questions 31, 34 and 50 correct because the information I will give you is correct.
Please try to understand that English is my first language, I came to US at the age of 11 and went to live in Indiana with an American family who were very interested in making us learn, so I did, I learned to be an American, and I learned about the history of the United States, ever since then I have made English my first language. I took courses in Communications at FIU and courses in teaching at Florida Memorial College, and I graduated from Miami Dade College in 1985 with a scholarship in English.
The only reason I am telling you this is so that you can understand how my mind works, and perhaps you can see why I think the way I do.
I believe the problem we are having with the questions boils down to semantics, and I shall explain why.

Question 31: Subcultures of Conflict refer to subcultures that adhere to conduct norms conducive to violence.
I will refer to page 134 Conflict gangs as my example whose primary means is to use violence to reinforce their status.
By the way you worded the question I was forced to think of Conflict gangs who use force and violence to maintain and uphold their status. Once I can give you an example of a subculture of conflict, such as a conflict gang, then you must understand that this is how I understood your question, and many of us did the same, I was not the only one. And if you are including Militias in this reference also, then there are many cited incidences of militia organizations using violence to achieve their intended goals for example, The Branch Davidians, The Gandsten Alabama Minute Men, to name a few.

Question 34: White Supremacist gangs are typical of delinquent gangs.
Once I again I say it is all semantics the definition of “delinquent” is someone who breaks the law by committing criminal acts, the white supremacists gangs are all delinquent because they are constantly breaking the law. The word gang refers to 5 or more individuals who are breaking the law. So from the way I read the question and understood it yes these gangs are delinquent. The White Supremacist gangs are: Skinheads, Aryan Nation, Nazi Lowriders, Ku Klux Klan, NSWPP, etc…

Question 50: In the US there are Militia movements of all types, including different ethnic and religious backgrounds.
True because under the White Race there are many ethnicities, there are Germans, Polish, Italians, and all other nationalities, this is what ethnicity refers to, not to race which would be white, and under the umbrella of Christiany there are many religions, Catholic, Baptist, Mormons, Lutherans, Pentecostal, and many of these belong to militias. So I do feel my answer was correct. And I hope you see it the same. It is all about the meaning of the words.

But most of all I hope you understand that I am in your class to learn, eager and willing to read and do the work, if I ask you questions it is because I am picking your brain so that I can come out of your class filled with knowledge, it is not for any other reason. If I had no respect for what you taught I would not bother to ask you questions, I would be waiting for the time to go by so that I could get out of there, but most of the time I am sorry the time is up and I have to stop asking you questions and learning.

An institution of Higher learning is where people go to learn how to think, to exercise their ability to think and deduce and ask how and where and why, I am a thinker because when I graduated from Miami Dade the first time with my Associates Degree,
that is one thing they taught me, to think.

Thank you for your time and I am hoping you will see my point of view and reward me for my hard work, I didn’t slide by, I did the work and I would rather work things out with you so that this would be a win win situation for all.

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I am a fighter…

I am a stickler for finding the truth, getting the correct information, making sure that what I say can be backed up with evidence. I make mistakes and at that time I am willing to take the blame, if I disseminate incorrect information I am willing to learn and admit my error.
I am attending an Institute of higher learning working towards a Bachelor’s Degree, my first class is with Professor J.A. Fernandez, the class is Criminology. We just had our midterm exam for which I studied, I have read not only the chapters he assigned but also the one’s he did not, I have read all of the chapters in the book.
Professor Fernandez had a question in reference to white supremacist gangs  being delinquent, to which I answered True. He marked my answer wrong, he had a question in reference to militias being ethnically and religiously oriented and I answered true and he marked that wrong, and he had a question about subcultures of conflict using violence and I marked that true and he marked it wrong.
I am a fighter, I fight for my rights and I fight for my grades, I fight for my beliefs and I fight for the people I love, my fighting is not done with violence it is done with words, data, proof.
I told Mr. Fernandez I was his worst nightmare, because I fight tooth and nail for what I believe to be right, and so I have gathered my information and I am ready to prove my point and bring my grade to what it should be, because I worked for it, and I am right, and the Department of Justice agrees, so does Cornell University, the FBI, the US government.
I fight with words and my words are based on research.

I am fighting also because my son is paying for my classes and he deserves for me to give him the best I can for his money.