The T Shirt is 100% cotton pre shrunk Gildan 5000 shirt. 1 Middle Weight Contender; Comfy Men’s Short Sleeve Blank Tee Shirt. 100% Cotton. Strong double needle stitched neckline and bottom hem. Shoulder-to-shoulder taping. Quarter turned. Seamless collar The Digital Printed Transfer and will be placed centered on the t shirt If there are any questions are you need any help with the design please feel free to contact us we will try our best to answer message very quickly and we would love to hear from you. If you would like bulk pricing on any of our products please let us know and we can give you special bulk pricing.
Click here to buy this shirt: Kiss me I’m Vaccinated St. Patrick’s Day shirt, hoodie, tank top and long sleeve tee
I hold a U.S. passport, and can only claim to be an “honorary Canadian” (which is an immense compliment, by the way!). I was already aware, from his mother, that he had been physically and sexually abused by his father. I was not allowed to ask any questions or bring this subject up, I was supposed to constantly redirect any conversations, and provide written documentation of any time he said something so I could bring it up to my director and his CPS caseworker. His father had already been removed from the picture, but there hadn’t been a trial yet and they were gathering evidence from everyone involved in his life to pursue further charges. Once, we were in the middle of a lesson that was a little difficult and I was trying my hardest to make the subject a bit easier for them. We were all sitting down together and shaping our hands as I was showing them pictures and we were singing a fingerplay together. A parent walked in and stood by the door to observe. But, as all teachers know, there’s no such thing as a “calm observance” – especially not in young children. It was time for a snack afterward, and I had them all sit at the table. They had assigned seating because certain students could not get along with others. He tried to sit next to one of the little boys that he would always fight with and I reminded him that he needed to sit at the red table with his other friends for a snack. She butted in and said that he could sit with his other friend at the green table. I informed her that, no, he couldn’t because the two boys had a habit of pinching or trying to bite each other when they were near each other and she looked at me as if she had never heard this before in her life – even though she had already signed three incident reports that month and that was the reason for her observance. She physically put her son in the seat at the green table, which upset a little girl that was going to sit there.
The first night I arrived in Vietnam I was having a drink in the Airman’s Club, after having arrived in the mid-afternoon. There was a good Vietnamese band playing and they almost sounded American. Suddenly, a loud siren began going off. A man in civilian clothes, probably the manager of the club, ran up on the stage, grabbed the microphone from the singer, and shouted, “The base is now under attack! I repeat, the base is now under attack. Please return to your barracks or go to the nearest shelter!” Since it was my first night there, and I was waiting to receive my assignment to my permanent base, I did not have a barracks to run to and I sure didn’t know where any bunkers or shelters were located. I’m not discouraged from hugging or loving on my students, but I am required to be constantly aware of where our hands are our positions, and not allow long touches – especially when it comes to abused children. I counted out five seconds and began to pull away and smile, but he held on. I realized that he was probably in pain and just needed some extra love that day, so I began leaning down to give him a proper hug so he could see my face and that he was safe. Instead, he took my hand in one of his and tried to lower it toward his bottom while taking his other hand and trying to squeeze my butt. I immediately pulled away, and the amount of hurt on his face was heartbreaking. The poor boy, only six at the time, had no idea what he had done wrong and didn’t understand why I was pulling away. Everyone turns to face the door, the child of the parent lights up and gets excited and shoots up to say hi, while everyone else gets bubbly and excited for them and it disrupts things for a tiny bit.
I was scared. I couldn’t believe that just a few days before I was safely at home with my parents and siblings. I saw a hootch that was partially lighted. I turned the doorknob, or maybe it was an entry latch, and the door opened. I dived in and landed on the floor as if I had assailants chasing me with guns. There were some GI’s sitting around the table playing cards. It was like a scene out of M.A.S.H. The bombing had not stopped. I took a step back, told him that he was safe here and that no one would hurt him here. That his teachers loved him and they would never touch him or make him feel bad or in pain. I told him that his mom loved him and would protect him and that his caseworker would work with him and he would be loved the right way. I smiled back and said, “(x) would you like to return to the carpet and rejoin your friends for circle time?” The child shook his head and held onto his mom’s hand. She walked over to the carpet and sat with him so he would stay, but he wanted to be in her lap. Of course, his friends wanted to sit close to him and her and got distracted again. He thought he was going to play the badass by saying, “Who in the fuck are you going to get to get me out of here? Who? You just go ahead and call ’em! Who are you going to call that’s going to make me leave? Go ahead and call ‘em!” “Who the hell are you?”, one of the soldiers asked. After I frantically explained my situation, they had a “vote” on whether to let me stay. (Today, I realize they were just messing with me). They voted in my favor. I was relieved. “Now I guess you want a helmet and a flak jacket?“ one of them said. “Yeah,”, I said frantically, “How come you guys are playing cards with all that’s going on?
Suitable for Women/Men/Girl/Boy, Fashion 3D digital print drawstring hoodies, long sleeve with big pocket front. It’s a good gift for birthday/Christmas and so on, The real color of the item may be slightly different from the pictures shown on website caused by many factors such as brightness of your monitor and light brightness, The print on the item might be slightly different from pictures for different batch productions, There may be 1-2 cm deviation in different sizes, locations, and stretch of fabrics. Size chart is for reference only, there may be a little difference with what you get.
- Material Type: 35% Cotton – 65% Polyester
- Soft material feels great on your skin and very light
- Features pronounced sleeve cuffs, prominent waistband hem and kangaroo pocket fringes
- Taped neck and shoulders for comfort and style
- Print: Dye-sublimation printing, colors won’t fade or peel
- Wash Care: Recommendation Wash it by hand in below 30-degree water, hang to dry in shade, prohibit bleaching, Low Iron if Necessary
This product belong to hieu-hoa