@OverDrive1050 @HayesTSN @odognine2 @jamiemclennan29 Why does no one ever notice how terrible Morgan Rielly is? He pokes at pucks that speed past him and never checks anyone. He needs to go.
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Barbara Spottiswood
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Barbara Spottiswood
@BarbSpot
Occasional French teacher who loves her job, her students and all things French! Lifelong learner, passionate about student engagement and community. She/her
Springwater, Ontario Katılım Mart 2013
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Hour 1 on the Wednesday edition w/ @HayesTSN, @odognine2 and @jamiemclennan29:
- #LeafsForever in a rough skid + the defeat to #NHLBruins
- Gerry's Percentages
- Auston Matthews and Anthony Stolarz's injuries 🏒
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A message from a Kindergarten teacher:
After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:
“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”
No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”
My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.
When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.
But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.
My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.
And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.
They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.
The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”
As if kindness were a weakness.
Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”
Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.
But this last year broke something in me.
The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.
I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.
So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:
“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”
I sat on the floor and cried.
No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.
I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.
I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.
So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.
Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.
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Gas prices jump across the country, especially in Atlantic Canada cp24.com/news/canada/20…
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@StAlphonsaDP @Alphonsa_ECO Good to be out in the fresh air!
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Sometimes as a parent, you just have to be tough and put your phone down cp24.com/news/world/202…
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@MmeLince Once, I did a geometry lesson using those mini marshmallows that I see in your photos. Guess what? I mysteriously ran out of marshmallows! Being a second year teacher, I realized how silly of me it was to assume that kids weren’t going to eat them! I learned my lesson quick!
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@MmeLince @StRochCSS Triple D volleyball tournament? I use to play every year when I was younger! Did you win? Volleyball is my favourite sport!
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When you share the same hallway you also share the same fashion sense?!?!
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@MmeMcIntosh @StUrsulaDPCDSB You are going to add so much! Bonne Chance!
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@BarbSpot @StUrsulaDPCDSB Rejoining the St Gregory community!
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Yesterday in grades 5&6 FI we celebrated the Olympic Games ahead of Paris 2024. Students participated in beach volleyball, 3 on3 basketball, discus (aka frisbee) and archery! Lots of fun @StUrsulaDPCDSB
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@StCorneDPCDSB Ms. Sodhi, you are so blessed and will be so missed! Thank you for all you did for me during our Covid year together at St. Gregory! You are an amazing educator!
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As our year together comes down to our last day together, always remember and never forget .... you have been and continue to be so loved❤️
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Congratulations to our amazing Gr 8’s who celebrated today! See you all tonight for our ceremony🙏🏼Everyone looked amazing🤩
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@StThereseDPCDSB Can’t believe that they are all in grade 8 now and that they’ll be leaving for high school!
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Today we hosted our Welcome to Extended French with presentations from our grade 5 & 8 students. Students gathered to hear information on the program, tour the school and make news friends! Welcome everyone to EF😊
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Toronto-born Zach Hyman, quick to interject when a reporter suggested his Oilers were Canada's team going into the final:
"I don't know if Toronto's cheering for us."
As a #Leafs supporter can you get behind Edmonton or not?
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