I teach high school. Sometimes I talk about that. Sometimes I talk about other things. Always with an opinion. Often I say ummm...no.
umm...no.
I actually think this was pretty responsible. Rather than banning it outright, which would result in kids wanting to rebel even more, she offers it in her home where she can control the amount people drink. Good on ya, Mrs George. You’re a cool mom.
She also offered her daughter a condom when she was hooking up with a guy instead of freaking out and kicking the guy out of the house.
Mean Girls. Gotta love it.
I disagree with this on so many levels. Drinking at home means its okay to drink outside the home. Alcohol offers nothing positive to a developing teen brain (brains develop until around 20-21). Do I think that in the long run a glass of wine or beer at a family dinner is acceptable? Maybe. Do I think the “its okay to drink lots and/or make mixed drinks as long as your home” thing is the same? Nope. That teaches nothing except “its fun to drink,” and “its okay to drink for fun.” Teens need parameters and boundaries and need to learn self-control (see that post about French children and ADHD, please). Mean girls is all satire. So is this part.
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For those of you who criticize Janelle’s signature monochromatic look.
From her speech on “Black Girls Rock”:
“When I started my music career, I was a maid. I used to clean houses. My mother was a proud janitor. My stepfather, who raised me like his very own, worked at the post office and my father was a trashman. They all wore uniforms and that’s why I stand here today, in my black and white, and I wear my uniform to honor them.
This is a reminder that I have work to do. I have people to uplift. I have people to inspire. And today, I wear my uniform proudly as a Cover Girl. I want to be clear, young girls, I didn’t have to change who I was to become a Cover Girl. I didn’t have to become perfect because I’ve learned throughout my journey that perfection is the enemy of greatness.
Embrace what makes you unique, even if it makes others uncomfortable.” - Janelle Monáe
janelle
janelle
i love u
President Ronald Reagan rocking the sweat pants on Air Force One-
The leather shoes bring it together!Psh. Sweat pants make a bad day better.
I’m going to save this picture and hand out copies at the next election.
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I have literally been at my desk for 40 minutes trying to figure out how to teach the stuff my county doesn’t tell me how to teach in order to meet state laws that ask us to shove personal finance into the government course, along with environmental policy, and test it on the mandatory final when its nonsensical and just.doesn’t.fit right now. Oh and my AP kids take their test in 15 hours. I’m so not ready to deal with all this shit. Oh and I broke up a fight today.
School doesn’t end until June 14 but our seniors get out on the 30th. Thanks to AP and state testing, I only have a couple days left with my seniors. They take their AP exam Friday Morning. I won’t see many of them after that. I am looking forward to having 4-6 kids left once they’re gone. But I’m going to miss them so much. I thought I loved my ninth-graders last year. But these seniors. They’re special. They were my first class at my school in their sophomore year. They’re crazy and obnoxious. But they’re also hardworking and motivated and funny, and mostly just good people. I can’t wait to see who they grow to be in college.
msleahhbic said: You don’t like teaching dissection? How come? That was my favorite part of biology class.
To be fair, I have not ever taught a dissection. It was just my least favorite thing about taking biology. Compared to many biology oriented people, I’ve done…
My favorite class in high school was zoology. We dissected so many things. I often think aloud about going back to school to teach science instead of social studies to do those types of things. Can I come visit when you dissect stuff?
I know this video has already gone around, but after it was featured on Student News today, the few students I had in class who hadn’t left early for prom asked it we could watch it. Some of them cried. The connections happening in our room for a few minutes today were everything I needed this week. Thanks, kids, and To This Day Project, for helping me remember the beauty in what I get to do everyday.
I teach so many young people who have a plan- go to xyz university, get abc degree, go get a job, a house, get married, be happy. And for so many of them, some version of that will happen.
For others, college is a big fat maybe, at best. They’ll start at the community college, maybe finish, maybe find a career/vocational plan. But they’ll get by and be happy enough.
Others still have signed the papers and have ship dates. Some chose this to just get the heck out of here; many are following family footsteps. Most of them will be okay too.
But the other ones. I am so so scared for them. When you ask what they’re going to do this summer or next year they shrug, or change the subject. A few tell me “get a job.” Some will be okay, some less okay. We worry over them all.
But the real, scariest, part that won’t quit tugging at me, are the kids who don’t even know if they’re going to make it to May 30. One turned 18 on Friday and plans to move out of his house tomorrow to live with a friend while they finish out the year. But his ship date for the military isn’t for 7 weeks after graduation. I can’t do anything; he’s 18. Sadly, its probably the best move for him. But still, it breaks my heart to watch an 18-year old boy tell you that nothing’s changed in the two years since his mom chose a boyfriend over him and sent him away, that his dad truly doesn’t love him when thats all he could want in the world. It breaks my heart to read it all over his face and know how true and terrible it all is.
And he’s not the only one. And it just breaks my heart. I can teach but I can’t fix it all. And that hurts too.
