My Own Spot

From Black Friday until Cyber Monday 2015, you can adopt a pet for free from the Best Friends Animal Society and their partner locations. Zappos.com is covering adoption fees and donating an additional $150 for every pet that finds a home. 

You receive different missions/objectives.

There are many kinds.

You could also live it up on Instagram.

And, AND, you can download a free Print’N’Play of the previous version. 

My Christmas list is now complete.

This project needs more Kickstarter funding in order to make all of your/my devious wishes come true. 

Lincoln High School in Walla Walla, WA, tries new approach to school discipline — suspensions drop 85% (via mchotdog)

what a radical idea yo

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Bam. Kids “misbehave” for actual, real, valid reasons. And have feelings.

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For fuck’s sake, it takes the people in charge so long to figure shit like this out! Good for Lincoln High!

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This needs to be the policy EVERYWHERE…

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Preach.

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This is also why teachers need more resources, smaller class sizes, more adults in the classroom.

Something like this happened when I was student teaching in a third grade classroom. During a writing assignment, a boy was not working, muttering swear words at his desk, banging things. Instead of telling him to stop being disruptive or putting his name on the board, I came close and crouched down and said I could see he was feeling upset and asked what was wrong. It turned out he had forgotten his rough draft (they were supposed to be copying their edited rough drafts into a final draft) and he didn’t know what to do now and he figured he was going to get a zero and fail the assignment and be in trouble.

I suggested he could do his best to rewrite his one-page story from memory. Just write as much as you can, give me your best effort and I’ll accept it as your assignment. Well, he was SO HAPPY that he wasn’t just going to straight-up fail that he actually did a great job remembering what his story had been about and rewriting it as best he could. I know this isn’t as big an issue as the alcoholic father, but it’s still a case of finding the cause of the problem vs. punishing the symptom.

But here’s the thing: I couldn’t have done that if I hadn’t been a student teacher in that room, if the regular teacher hadn’t been there to keep the rest of the class on task and quiet. One teacher in a room of thirty kids isn’t always *able* to give that kind of individual attention. 

Teachers get so much crap for what they do and don’t do, for the choices they make with the resources they have. Criticism is always necessary, but it needs to be followed up with support. 

From The Crayon Initiative website:

“The wax from crayons is not biodegradable and will never break down, leaving a waxy sludge in our landfills for centuries to come. The Crayon Initiative supports environmental efforts by diverting crayons from the landfills.”

“Annually, between 45,000 and 75,000 pounds of broken crayons are discarded in landfills throughout the country. By collecting unwanted crayons from restaurants, schools, as well as other locations, and recycling them into new ones, The Crayon Initiative is doing our part to prevent crayons from depositing in the landfill." 

Here’s how you can help out by spreading the word or collecting crayons from schools and restaurants in your town.

“The director of the first film, Andrew Adamson, was very focused on preserving real emotion, on seeing things for the first time, and having, like, a real sense of wonder." 

"So he didn’t actually show me the set of Narnia where the lamppost is until we shot it. I was blindfolded and guided into my place, and he told me to just walk around, that the camera would follow me.”

“And so I turned around and I saw it for the first time. It was in a studio but it was ri-dic-ul-ous-ly real. I couldn’t get my head around it. And so what you see is my real reaction to everything. It was incredible.”

There are magnets that turn your refrigerator into a giant Gameboy.

Or another appliance of your choosing.

It’s not that you want to suffer, it’s just your damn brain playing tricks on you again.