Wait, What?

She then had a look on her face like a new groove was just forcibly carved in her brain and said softly “oh my fucking god”

there are people who Cannot Leave. hopefully it's not the case for their whole lives but it is the case for them RIGHT NOW. and even trauma and abuse aware communities are shitassfuck bad at knowing how to be a supportive friend to these people and I find it soooo fucking frustrating. it's condescension and scolding and unrealistic standards and victim blaming and minimizing all the way fucking down .

My co-teacher came up with an idea. She said to me: “I’m going to project a Shakespearean sonnet on the board that you have never seen before. They are going to watch you struggle through it, and they are going to see what it takes to authentically annotate something to attempt to understand it”. This was a good idea because it targeted a pitfall of my teaching: that I already know the answer— a predetermined answer I want my students to come to. Therefore, when I ask the class a question, they are aware that there is an answer in my head I want them to arrive at. This method can stifle students’ voice. So, I stood at the front of the classroom that day, feeling exposed, sight-reading Shakespearean sonnets. With most of the sonnets, I, with the help of the class, could only get to about 75% understanding and accuracy at best. But my confusion — my apparent struggle and frustration in understanding each new sonnet— was key for my students. They felt free to posit their interpretations and even to disagree with me. In each session, a student shared a thought or possibility that not only I had failed to see but was also ultimately accurate. One student couldn’t wipe the smile off her face when she figured out a metaphor that stumped both me and my co-teacher. “This was fun”, she and her classmate said to each other when the bell rang.

moon and rainbow at sunrise by mark ham

The Neighborhood Watch The little character on those signs always scared me as a kid - I was worried if I wandered around at night that I might see him. Like he was some kind of entity lol. Had to draw him!

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Thousands of years of Kryptonian technology vs one Midwestern mom with her favorite show on? I’m putting my money on Ma.

Clark Kent carries the blessings of both Houses on his skin, always.

That's right Babes, I built a train track pointed directly at Beverly Hills and it will hit and destroy every mansion in that god forsaken place

I’m sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.

out of the tags with you

Yeah ok. Sure. For the children.