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.
I know I’ve posted about my love for “A Wrinkle in Time” on G+, but this article brought me back to how special these books were to me when I first read them in middle school. Despite the article’s author arguments that the sequels fell far short of the first, I loved the whole quartet specifically for their differences (admittedly I own but never read “An Acceptable Time,” bad Megan!)
I also still haven’t read An Acceptable Time. The first three are all amazing and I felt like they grew with me. I read Many Waters summer before last and thought it was okay. It didn’t rouse any of the old feelings in me or anything, but it was all right. I put down An Acceptable Time within the first thirty pages and haven’t picked it up again.
I need to get my shit together and get more work done at work.
But I have a ton of shit to do outside of work. Extra projects are kind of lining up, which is great, but a bit overwhelming.
I’d really like to update my demo reel but Dust Bowl hasn’t aired yet, and I’m not sure when/if Central Park Five is going to theaters or airing, and -on the outside projects end of thing- Last Haul isn’t quite finished yet.
I’m also sick and feel super spacey all of a sudden.
“…our elected leaders just want everyone to just “say no.” They do not want to give education to those who most desperately need it. They want to keep them ignorant and reproducing. Let me teach them something: What do you call a father who teaches abstinence-only sex education? “Grandpa.”—Letter from a doctor to the editor in today’s paper. (via blissandzen)
Sponsors of legislation in Missouri that would eliminate discussions of gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people in public schools and prohibit teachers from addressing bullying based on sexual orientation told the Huffington Post that they “do not want the homosexual agenda taught in the schools.” Rep. Dwight Scharnhorst (R), a co-sponsor of the so-called Don’t Say Gay bill, argued that sexual orientation issues “should be taught by parents, clergy and physician” and warned that teaching about LGBT issues would lead to other discussions. “There is no need to talk about Billy wanting to marry a goat,” he said. The bill is has been referred to a House subcommittee.
Do you understand this is a threat to my daughter? Things like this put her in danger and I will not take them quietly.
The “homosexual agenda?” There’s only one agenda that members of the LGBTQ community have, that I’m aware of: to be treated like the human beings they are. And if that’s what he’s referring to, then by all means, I want that agenda taught in schools. Because that “agenda” is otherwise known as “individual freedom and liberty,” and — it just so happens — that’s a core principle in the formation of this country.
Gayness = bestiality, good job Republicans. -Jess
I thought we stopped saying “the homosexual agenda” like ten years ago. :(
“Republicans approve of the American farmer, but they are willing to help him go broke. They stand four-square for the American home—but not for housing. They are strong for labor—but they are stronger for restricting labor’s rights. They favor minimum wage—the smaller the minimum wage the better. They endorse educational opportunity for all—but they won’t spend money for teachers or for schools. They think modern medical care and hospitals are fine—for people who can afford them. They consider electrical power a great blessing—but only when the private power companies get their rake-off. They think American standard of living is a fine thing—so long as it doesn’t spread to all the people. And they admire of Government of the United States so much that they would like to buy it.”—Harry S. Truman (via silas216)
“For the first eight years of our marriage, [Michelle and I] were paying more in student loans than what we were paying for our mortgage. So we know what this is about.
And we were lucky to land good jobs with a steady income. But we only finished paying off our student loans—check this out, all right, I’m the President of the United States—we only finished paying off our student loans about eight years ago.”—
When Obama was nominated, he got a lot of criticism for not having military experience. I think it’s more pertinent that he had the experience of not growing up wealthy and privileged in America. How can someone who’s never had to worry about money or loans create a fair policy about them? -Jess
Last night Bryant and I finally decided to give Tiny Furniture a try. He wanted to quit after twenty minutes, but I convinced him to see it through to the end. His commentary pretty succinctly sums up what we both felt: “I feel like we’re Lebowski and this film is Maude and her friends.”
I know I’m late to the game on this film, but I’d like to talk about it a bit. The cynic in me always hates the twee, indie coming-of-age story, and part of that is rooted in going to film school myself. Me and everyone I know wrote versions of this script, and I think most of us put them aside because they are Film School Scripts that you need to get out of your system and then realize that no one finds your personal growth as compelling as you do.
Watching Tiny Furniture reminded me a little of Adventureland, a film I was convinced started as a script about high school kids, but they wanted to have some bar scenes, so they made them college aged. Maybe I just haven’t adjusted to this whole ‘adulthood begins in the late twenties’ thing. I know people in my generation have delayed marriage, purchasing a home, having children and even moving out of their parents’ houses, in many cases. But I didn’t know we’d all delayed acting like adults. I understand moving back with your families after college can be an emotionally complicated situation for all involved, but it embarrasses me to watch a character that’s supposed to be in their twenties screaming at their mother about why it’s okay for them to have drank all of her wine.
So what happens? Aura moves home. She ignores her educated friend whom she’d made living plans with in favor of her easy, train wreck friend who constantly praises her. She puppy-dogs after two scumbag guys who are using her for drugs or a place to crash. She fights with her baby sister and calls her mother’s assistant a bitch. She fucks a guy in a length of tube. I don’t know if we’re supposed to marvel at her downward spiral, or relate to it, or sympathize with it or some of all of that. But it’s hard to feel anything when it’s all so consequence-free. Aura’s still got her mother’s swanky New York apartment with it’s endless white cabinets full of wine and personal affirmation. She won’t get pregnant, she won’t get kicked out, she won’t end up on the street.
In abandoning her college friend, she’s abandoning effort- giving up before she’s even started to try. But talent runs deep in her family and nothing ever really seems to be at stake. Her mother is apparently a successful photographer and her sister a gifted poet. The fact that Aura gives up so soon just says she wasn’t ready to be a grown-up. And I mostly just find that kind of lame.
"ugh" @ the "useless" majors b/c it's all super-structured psychic abuse / THE GOV'T AIN'T MY DAD
I’ve been seeing it everywhere. Thefrogman actually had a nice response, saying that this chart is applicable only if you went to college for the piece of paper and not to learn more about something you care about.
I’d rather have a society full of fine arts majors who wait tables and go home and paint than a world of unfulfilled business majors who doodle on the job and wonder what might’ve been.