Kathy Ransdell

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@Fact Jazz

If you could only listen to one music genre for the rest of your life, what would it be?

@JamesAFurey Yet he can probably recite every word to a rap song.

"I have a hard time memorizing things." -Kid who read something once and gave up.

@AXSTV Rap

@RAD_is_awesome These comments crack me up. Y'all do understand this is satire, right?

"When you send a student out of your class to an administrator, you're telling the administration team that you don't have an effective classroom management plan."

@Simon_Ingari When I was teaching, my principal did know I was unhappy and struggling. I sat stone-faced in meetings, and gave one word answers to his direct questions. He never asked me what was wrong. He never asked if he could help. He didn't care. Reason #104 why I don't teach anymore.

At her exit interview, HR asked, "Was there anything we could’ve done to stop you from leaving?" She smiled politely and said, "I just wish someone had asked me if I was okay... before I decided to go." HR was surprised. "But you were always smiling, always on time, doing everything perfectly." She replied, "Because crying at work isn’t an option, is it?" The truth is — she wasn’t running after a better salary or a bigger company. She was just tired. Tired of holding everything together while nobody noticed how she was doing. Tired of being strong when she just needed support. No one was rude to her. But no one checked in either. People don’t always leave for money. Sometimes, they leave because they feel invisible. Check in. Not just on deadlines, but on people. It could make all the difference.

@Matt_Pinner Of course. Why wouldn't you?

Would you do it? BE HONEST 🙂

@Matt_Pinner I see a tree.

Apparently if you’re right-brained you see a rabbit, if you’re left-brained you see a turtle. What do you see?

@MrPitbull07 This is so true. I feel guilty for all the times I "didn't have time" to sit and talk with my parents. Why was I impatient and bothered by them? Now that they are gone, I just pray that they know how much I loved them, and how grateful I am that they were my parents.

“My name’s Daniel. I’m 45, and two weeks ago I learned something about my mother that I’m still ashamed I didn’t see sooner. She’s 80 and lives alone in the little tan house she’s been in for half a century. The one with the peeling shutters and the mailbox she still refuses to replace because “it works just fine.” Last Wednesday she called and said, “Danny, I need help with my grocery list. Can you come? I think I’m forgetting things.” My first instinct was annoyance. I had deadlines. Kids’ activities. Bills on my desk. A hundred things pulling me in every direction. So I said, “Just tell me what you want. I’ll order it all online.” She went quiet for a long moment before whispering, “I’d rather you come.” So I did. When I walked into her kitchen, three grocery bags were already sitting neatly on the counter. “Mom, you already shopped,” I said, confused. She waved her hand. “Those are just basics. I still need a few things.” She opened her notebook, the same spiral one she’s used for years, and handed it to me. The list said, grapes paper towels coffee creamer company Everything inside me stopped. She looked embarrassed, like a child caught doing something wrong. “I just didn’t know how else to ask you to come,” she whispered. “You’re always so busy, and I didn’t want to bother you.” That sentence hit harder than anything I’ve felt in years. My mom, the woman who worked two jobs and still made every school concert. The woman who saved every drawing I ever made. The woman who put herself last for decades. She felt she had to pretend she needed groceries just to feel worthy of a visit from her own son. I hugged her so tightly she laughed and said, “Oh goodness, you’ll break me.” We never went to the store. Instead we sat at the tiny kitchen table with the sunflower placemats she’s had since the nineties. We talked about the neighbor’s new dog. About her tomato plant that refuses to grow. About my dad, and how she still forgets he isn’t coming through the door sometimes. The Christmas decorations were already up. A small artificial tree in the corner. The same faded ornaments I remembered from childhood. She said she put them up early because the house feels warmer that way. I stayed longer than I planned. Drank terrible instant coffee. Listened the way she used to listen to me. Before I left, she walked me to the door and held my hand longer than usual. “You made my week, sweetheart,” she said softly. Driving home, one thought wouldn’t leave me. How many times had she waited by the window, especially this time of year, hoping my car would turn into the driveway? How many afternoons did she tell herself, “He’ll come when he has time,” while the house filled with a quiet loneliness I never noticed? Somewhere along the road of adulthood, work, kids, obligations, noise, I started treating her like an errand. Someone to fit in when life allowed it. But to her, I was never an errand. I was her world. And all she wanted was an hour with her son in the home where she raised him, especially at Christmas. The lesson is simple. Your parents will not always tell you they are lonely. They will not always say they miss you. They will not always ask directly. Sometimes they will hide it behind a grocery list. Behind a broken lamp. Behind a reason that does not really need fixing. Go anyway. Sit at their table. Drink the bad coffee. Let them tell the stories you have heard a thousand times. Because one day the chair will be empty. The notebook will be closed. The porch light will be off. And you will wish you had treated an ordinary Wednesday in December like the priceless moment it actually was.”

@Matt_Pinner Of course. It's a holder for coins.

Does anyone know what this is ??

@Gosleepriya No

Let's see who is smart among you.

@teachthemx3 Reason #105 why I am not a teacher anymore.

A teacher at my school came into my room after dismissal yesterday and showed me an email she received (summarized with her permission, student’s name has been changed): Counselor: Johnny’s parents are concerned because he’s only failing your class. Any idea why? Teacher: Attaches detailed phone log of conversations with parents sharing her concerns about the student sleeping in class and playing games on his Chromebook instead of working. Teacher also shares the 2 office referrals for cheating which resulted in zeros for test grades. Counselor: We’re going to allow him to retake the 2 tests he cheated on. Additionally, please make arrangements with the student to attend your after school tutorials and re-teach the lessons so he can make up the additional work he is missing. She didn’t even reply. She’s genuinely considering not coming back after Thanksgiving break.

@Matt_Pinner Manners

Name something

@historyrock_ Cher

Thoughts on this list? Who’s missing?

@Wisdom_HQ That

@salvic_o Honey

Jelly isn’t available. Peanut Butter and what?

@Matt_Pinner Yes, I have all of those. I'M OLD!

Do you still have any of these?

@FixingEducation Reason #104 why I am not a teacher anymore.

In the last 15 years, we’ve molded a school system where the students who follow the rules get the least attention…because all the energy goes into managing the ones who don’t.

Alzheimer's Association: The Walk to End Alzheimer's act.alz.org/site/TR?fr_id=…

Once again, I am participating in the Walk to End Alzheimer's in honor of my Mom. Please use this link to donate on my personal page. A donation helps advance research into methods of treatment, prevention, and, ultimately, a cure.