Like castles in Spain, hope is all that will remain.
I want, want, WANT one of these: Get Excited And Make Things. Trouble is, I just cannot see my way clear to paying over $40 for a t shirt of indeterminate quality and durability, no matter how clever the saying, or how much I approve of the sentiment. It would be just irresponsible of me to spend that kind of money on a shirt I don't need, but just fancy.
And I will keep on repeating that to myself until I believe it properly. Dammit.
In other news:
Dallas' South Oak Cliff High School is not Thunderdome. For one thing? It lacks Tina Turner in a chainmaille frock. For another? IT'S FUCKING PSYCHO! Stop acting like screaming, vicious apes, won't you please, humanity?! The scary-sad thing is that, having lived in Dallas for thirteen years, and having seen the produce of its schools arrive in public, whether provable or not, that story is actually plausible. I weep for the species...
Don't get me wrong; this isn't an attack on teachers. They do what they can, and they give what they can for the pittance they're paid, but between parental ignorance and entitlement, and administrative ignorance, interferance, and sheer asshattery, it's not many of them who can keep up the will to care for very long, let alone to try and fight for what's right, and what's good for the students. Especially when most of the time their students treat them as the enemy too. I know one thing for dead cert: It's not a job I could ever do. No way, no how.
Yet another reason to be relieved I never bred; I don't have to worry what the mandatory institutional childhood correction facility is doing to my offspring.
*Childfree high five, followed by a gladiatorial salute to those of you down in the schoolroom trenches.*
And I will keep on repeating that to myself until I believe it properly. Dammit.
In other news:
Dallas' South Oak Cliff High School is not Thunderdome. For one thing? It lacks Tina Turner in a chainmaille frock. For another? IT'S FUCKING PSYCHO! Stop acting like screaming, vicious apes, won't you please, humanity?! The scary-sad thing is that, having lived in Dallas for thirteen years, and having seen the produce of its schools arrive in public, whether provable or not, that story is actually plausible. I weep for the species...
Don't get me wrong; this isn't an attack on teachers. They do what they can, and they give what they can for the pittance they're paid, but between parental ignorance and entitlement, and administrative ignorance, interferance, and sheer asshattery, it's not many of them who can keep up the will to care for very long, let alone to try and fight for what's right, and what's good for the students. Especially when most of the time their students treat them as the enemy too. I know one thing for dead cert: It's not a job I could ever do. No way, no how.
Yet another reason to be relieved I never bred; I don't have to worry what the mandatory institutional childhood correction facility is doing to my offspring.
*Childfree high five, followed by a gladiatorial salute to those of you down in the schoolroom trenches.*