Practical advice and a friendly ear.
“Still and all, why bother? Here’s my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.”
Inara Serra, Firefly (via snarksandkisses)
It’s your right, your privilege, and your responsibility.
Election Day is on Tuesday, November 6, 2012.
If you’ll be 18 by then, you can and should go and vote!
The time you have to register before election day varies from state to state, as does the process of registering and what (if any) forms of identification and/or proof of address you’ll need.
Do not succumb to apathy. Do the research, do the work, register, and vote!
A student blows up at a teacher, drops the F-bomb. The usual approach at Lincoln – and, safe to say, at most high schools in this country – is automatic suspension. Instead, Sporleder sits the kid down and says quietly: “Wow. Are you OK? This doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on?”
He gets even more specific: “You really looked stressed. On a scale of 1-10, where are you with your anger?” The kid was ready. Ready, man! For an anger blast to his face….”How could you do that?” “What’s wrong with you?”…and for the big boot out of school. But he was NOT ready for kindness.
The armor-plated defenses melt like ice under a blowtorch and the words pour out: “My dad’s an alcoholic. He’s promised me things my whole life and never keeps those promises.” The waterfall of words that go deep into his home life, which is no piece of breeze, end with this sentence: “I shouldn’t have blown up at the teacher.” Whoa.
what a radical idea yo
i really like this, we need to do more of this in schools around the country
I’m so tired of people asking me “Did some guy touch you when you were younger?” when I freak out about being too close to someone. I was not molested as a child. No one has harmed me in that way. I just want my elbow room. Please, stop assuming I was weak and that some guy had to have made me this way.
This one is a huge pet peeve for me. I get so SO frustrated when people are dismissive of my need for personal space. If we’re not family, close friends or dating, why shouldn’t I want you to take a step back? There is no need for you to stand so close that I can feel your breath. Don’t sit so close that our thighs touch unless you’ve been invited. Take your hand off the back of my chair.
Back up off me.
BRUNO BETTELHEIM, “Our Children Are Treated Like Idiots,” Psychology Today, Jul. 1981