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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 The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.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.

The Palestinian scientist Omar Yaghi wins the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.

Last thing I’m going to post here as an admin don’t forget about Sarah. She was an Ahgase, and I feel so sorry for her because her favs let her down Rest in peace Sarah we will always remember you 🙏

@mybagwhyy as a major in uni????

@mybagwhyy ah yes definitely the literature could be different but it's so widely known i would doubt anyone who hasn't like even heard of the name

@mybagwhyy omg but that's like mandatory in high school level 😭 i was just reading how deep-fried high schoolers brains are by chatgpt and they don't have like almost any knowledge because they don't even read what they submit......

@mybagwhyy like from hamlet?

... do they just like.. live in a cave or smth

Remember: What our participants are experiencing in detention is just a fraction of what Palestinians experience every single day in Israel’s inhumane and unjust prison system. The world must demand accountability for these horrors, and Israel’s impunity must end. Free them all.

Do not forget #Congo in your advocacy.

Turkish Sumud Flotilla activist Ikbal Gurpınar: They made us wait under the sun, leaving us hungry and thirsty. On the prison walls, there were Arabic writings; those who had been held there since 2019 had written their children's names. Now I understand Gaza better.

JUST IN: A Turkish activist from the Sumud Flotilla speaks out: Israelis prevented us from having medicine, they only gave us water after 32 hours. We barely had any food. We were woken up at 3 in the morning with dogs and snipers walking into our rooms, they woke us up every 2 hours to prevent us from sleeping. They did this to us, innocent citizens, it could only let us imagine what they do to Palestinians.

THERE ARE NO MORE EXCUSES. STATE YOUR STANCE ON GAZA OR WE HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO BELIEVE YOU ARE IN SUPPORT OF THE GENOCIDE. WE WILL NOT FORGET

Bilgilendirme! İsrail işgal güçlerinin Sirius Gemisi’ne müdahalesi sonrası annemiz Zeynep Dilek Tekocak telefonunu güvenlik sebebiyle denize attı. Dün akşam saat 20.39’dan sonra kendisinden hiçbir şekilde haber alamadık.

actually, so dissapointed by all seven of them... human rights and lives should mean more than money, popularity and brand deals

If you see a group of unarmed people on little boats trying to deliver aid to a starving population, and then you see a powerful military blocking them and calling them terrorists, and you don't know which side you're on, I don't think there's any hope for you.

Arkadaşlar, Selamun Aleyküm. Bugün güzel bir haberle Bismillah diyelim. Dün akşam saatlerinde, Özgürlük Filomuza dahil olan diğer on gemiyle Girit açıklarında buluştuk. Artık denizcilerin tabiriyle pupa yelken Gazze’ye gidiyoruz. Gazze’ye son 350 mil… Geri sayım başladı. Son sözümüz şu olsun: Özgürlük ve Vicdan Gazze’ye varacak — bedeli ne olursa olsun!

🚨 Images of activists Rima Hassan and Greta Thunberg have emerged as they are being deported — both smiling defiantly. Their courage exposes the injustice of a system that deports those bringing aid, while protecting those enforcing an illegal siege. You can detain people, but you can’t deport the truth

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