Sunday, March 27, 2011

As easy as stealing candy from a baby. . .

What kind of evil person steals from little children?
How low does one have to be to think taking things from a school is okay?

I swear I am so angry I could just scream! Today was meant to be a celebration with music, dancing and a community coming together to commemorate Greek National Day, but then you get that one little spoiler who ruins the whole thing with a case of petty theft.
Petty theft sounds so minute when you think about it, but what happened today was just plain wrong.

This morning I arrived at our school where the celebration was taking place so I could perform with my dancing group. We all put our bags in a class room where everyone, as well as all the children had left their stuff. We assumed it would be okay to leave our phones and watches in our bags since the room would be locked and there were burglar bars on the inside of the doors. We assumed wrong.

Three hours after we left our bags in the class room, just before we were set to go on stage, a girl comes running towards us crying, red faced and traumatized. In a few gasped words between sobs she explained that she had just walked in on a man rummaging through the room where we, and all the small children, had left our bags. Phones, money, watches and any kind of valuable were all in the pockets of this vile man.

According to the girl, as she walked into the room, the man -realising that he was not alone - grabbed for the nearest thing he could reach and ran out the back door.
We eventually calmed her down, but we were all a little shaken up. Do we not have the right to feel that we and our possessions are safe at a school, on a national celebration day?

"It's as easy as stealing candy from a baby," you would say, but my question is "Why is the candy so easy to steal?".
Evidently, I think my phone was stolen today and it would be the second phone stolen from me this month, so of course, I'm less than thrilled. I say would, because my bag had been locked by accident in the classroom before I could get to it. This all sounds so bad , but what annoys me the most is that out of all the places this person could have stolen from, he picked a school. A school?

Now thinking from the thief's perspective, he needed the money cause if he didn't pay back his landlord - or quite possibly his gang leader or drug dealer - he was going to be in serious crap.
This is a private school, so it's filled with little children with rich parents who wouldn't mind getting them another phone or watch if it meant helping his little situation out. Sure, he would feel a bit bad about scaring that poor girl who came in while he was searching for "the goods", but I guess he thought the little incident was justified since she shouldn't have been there anyway while he was doing his 'work'.

It's that kind of thinking that's ruining our security. We don't feel safe in our homes, so we put up electric fences, get big dogs and install alarm systems. We don't feel safe at our work, so we call in security guards and put in cameras and motion sensors. But now what I'm asking is, Why do we not feel safe at our school?


The problem. . .

The supposed solution. . .


Anthea (P.S. I apologise if my pictures don't show up. I'm experiencing some technical difficulties at the moment.)

Sunday, March 6, 2011

What an eye opener. . .

Yesterday was one of the most amazing days ever. . .
I started my morning off by waking up insanely early, so I could leave to pick up my friend for our community service day at the Little Eden Fete.

Every year a home for the mentally handicapped, Little Eden, throws a huge fete to raise money for their cause, and even though I go every year, I still feel awed at all the people who show up to support.

We got there at 7 o'clock and started packing out all the donations we received of clothes, toys, cupcakes and Easter eggs. We just about had a truck load of contributions, which in itself, is brilliant.
Now at about 8 o'clock a bus arrives with about 40 people inside, and I'll let you guess which stall they went to first.
Have you ever seen two women fighting over a pair of shoes that 'they saw first'? Picture that, but times the amount of women by 10, add in 20 men, 5 tables of clothes and toys and two volunteers frantically rummaging through all those piles trying to find the second shoe to a pair of baby trainers that I'm pretty sure only consisted of the one shoe.

So, basically our little stall was the busiest part of the fete for a while, but it did calm down eventually when those 40 people suddenly realised: "Oh shucks, how am I going to get all this home?".

5 hours past and yes, I was still manning the stall with my friend. I'd been promoted to giving change and if I don't say myself, I was rocking it! I was having so much fun and it was a real eye opener to how lucky I am.


"I saw it first!"

Little Eden Logo



Rocking the change


Eye opener. . .

Anthea