As a little girl, I discovered that there were plenty of sports that I was not good at, plenty of hobbies that I would quickly lose interest in and plenty of friends who would stand me up for play dates at the last minute. (To the 5-year-old classmates guilty of this, my college self has recently forgiven you.)
Lucky for me, my mother taught me that bedtime stories could fix just about any problem that my childhood world threw at me. I was never alone in my problems, whether they be kindergarten drama or boy issues, because Junie B. Jones was conveniently going through the exact same thing. I’ve accumulated over a decade of schooling and life experiences since the last time I regularly read children’s books. Even now, however, my most important life lessons can be found in the pages of books neatly tucked away in a corner of…
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If you aren’t familiar with #YesAllWomen, you should definitely check out these posts by Claudia Guthrie, Ella Ceron, and Jamie Varon. Once you’re done with those you need to read the following tweets which hopefully resonate with everyone that’s sees them. It has to be more than a moment of awareness. It needs to become a catalyst of change. Hopefully this is just the beginning.
I shouldn’t have to hold my car keys in hand like a weapon & check over my shoulder every few seconds when I walk at night #YesAllWomen
— Sophia Bush (@SophiaBush) May 25, 2014
#yesallwomen because “I have a boyfriend” is more likely to get a guy to back off than “no”, because they respect other men more than women
— ZAmmi (@ZAmmi) May 26, 2014
#YesAllWomen because even a taped confession admitting to raping me wasn’t enough to put him in jail.
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1. Not all students are special, and there is no way to say this without sounding terrible. But when parents constantly come to you looking to work miracles with their child, and you have 30 other students in the class, all you want to do is yell “Your kid isn’t that smart!”
2. The students who suffer the most in any given class are the smart ones. We have to teach to the test, and help every student pass the class, so if they are too advanced for the material, they’re just going to be bored and under-challenged…
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1. It’s better to be the person that says “hello” and is ignored than the person that avoids eye contact.
2. Sometimes loyalty is the only quality you need in a friend. Forget similar interests or identical senses of humor; if you can each count on each other being there when you need it most, you might’ve just found an invaluable friend for life.
3. Always take your make-up off at night—no matter how tired/drunk/rushed you might be. You won’t regret it when you avoid the raccoon eyes the next morning or the break-out a week later.
4. Never tell someone when he or she looks sick or tired; they probably already feel it.
5. On that note, never point out someone’s sunburn; trust me, they already know.
6. Don’t judge someone for not drinking. Don’t judge someone for drinking too much. Don’t judge someone for…
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This teacher perhaps tells the truth better than anyone else when it comes to immigration and the state of mind created in this country which is filled with apathy than empathy, ignorance instead of assistance. We are incapable of recognizing bravery in those who tries to overcome despair and darkness. We are incapable of recognizing why they say “we are here because you were there.”
Instead, we are more inclined to punishing children like Maria “for just following direction and simply listening to her parents” while we tell “her parents that they are wrong for wanting a better life for their family.”
We treat immigration as an abstract idea, a number, a political and economic issue without giving a second thought to how much it destroys families and communities: how much are own selfishness for resources creates emptiness for others while crushing any dreams and hope they might carry.
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You don’t exactly know what you’re doing there, in that room, in that bed. You recognize everything, of course — there is still that same stain on the ceiling you cannot stop staring at over their shoulder while they are on top of you — but everything has changed somehow. There used to be a warm, calming feeling of “You belong here” that washed over you when you laid your head against this very pillow, but now you feel that the scenery has changed since you last left the territory. Where you were once greeted as welcomed royalty, now you are a stranger who is being aggressively asked to show their papers. That couch, that toothbrush, that hand towel — they all want to know what you’re doing here.
There is also the familiarity. It becomes like a kind of drug, something you can’t take big enough hits of when…
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