Saturday, July 07, 2007

Living in Jackson

Although not directly related to my teaching experience, I feel like this is relevant enough to post here. Thursday night, my husband picked me up from a church trip at about midnight and we drove home. When we got home, I was giving him a hard time about driving my car instead of his (because my stereo doesn't work). We parked next to his car. Friday morning when he woke up to go to work, his car window was open, doors unlocked, stereo and CD case gone. We filed a police report, but all that entails is filling up a form and them giving you a silly card with a case number on it.
I'm tired of this. We were going to sign a six month lease Friday in the hopes of moving out to the suburbs by January. Instead, I'm going to look at houses today. As much as I would like to argue against the migration to the suburbs, I'd also like to be able to sleep at night and know that my car will still be in one piece in the morning. When a friend came over during Christmas break, her car window was smashed in my parking lot. The people in the apartment across from us just moved out because his car had been vandalized 3 times. I know of at least 2 other cars that had been vandalized since we've been here. This must not be a priority for the police department since it is located ACROSS THE STREET from our parking lot. Every report we file doesn't seem to have any effect. I know the real world isn't like CSI, but couldn't they at least dust for fingerprints??
The most depressing part is that we live in one of the nicer areas of town. I know having a stereo stolen isn't the end of the world, but I don't want random people breaking into my car. The fact that they were in the car is more upsetting to me than the stereo. Anyway, I'll now be the hypocrytical teacher driving in from the suburbs to teach every day.