school of empowerment


That’s what “culturally responsive” looks like. Those kids will work their asses off for this teacher. They will stay in school and excel so as not to let him down, they in turn will benefit….and guess what, they’ll never ever forget him!!! Everything about that is awesome. Made my day. Kudos–again–to the teacher, and to the Globetrotters. Nothing but positivity there!


Barry White Jr, a 5th grade English teacher in NC, has a special handshake for each one of his students

“I started with one simple handshake last year with a 4th grader. She would wait for me every morning before she’d go to class. She’d get in trouble sometimes for being late because she’d wait on the handshake. 

This year I started making handshakes with the kids at recess. It was just one or two students and then it became contagious. I saw how much it meant to them, so I said, ‘Come on. Everyone come on.’ Then it was my full class, then it was kids from other classes. Now I have 3rd graders wanting to do it too.”

it’s nice to see teacher who are more than just uniform, who care about their students, as the individual people they are and want make learning and school enjoyable for these kids and encourage them. I wish every student, regardless of race, would treat every teacher, regardless of race, like this!

To put yourself first, you have to know what to accept and what to let go. Let go of the friends who bring you down, or discourage you from doing things that you love. By doing the things that you love, you will come across those who are on the same path as you, and you can encourage each other to go further and further together. That is a real friendship. I promise you, the day will come if you keep frying. Just don’t give up. ❤
High School (2/?)

Summary: Steve makes his move and helps the reader stand up to Lindsay and they’re the cutest high school couple 

 Pairings: AU!Steve Rogers x Reader

 Word Count: 1,248

Warnings: Not one, it’s very fluffy 

A/N: I finally finished it and I can’t wait for the next part, as always thank you for reading and please tell me what you thought about this part. This was originally a request made by @ruby-rose789 ; hope you like this sweetheart. 

Part 1 -  

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Over the weekend Y/N was trying to figure out what Nat meant what she said those things about Steve, could he have a crush on her? Psh, no she was no match for him. But maybe she was and she didn’t know. As Y/N was getting ready for school on Monday, she gave herself a pep talk and reminded herself to stop by the local bookstore to grab another copy of A Little Princess, even though she knew she could never find one like the one her mother gave her. When she walked through the front doors of the school, she felt everyone’s eyes on her and her heart dropped when the sounds of Lindsay’s heels echoed through the halls. She sped walk to her locker, trying to keep an eye out for Nat to ask what she meant on Friday. Unfortunately, she arrived at her locker before finding Nat. Once she opened her locker, a copy of A Little Princess sat in front of her, she reached for it and opened the cover, wondering if there was any sign of who it was from. As And there was, a note written in the nicest handwriting that read:

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Kat’s Advice #2 - Tips for Anyone Struggling with this Facepalm Moment

me: *enjoying cup of coffee & writing*
dude: hey wanna go out?
me: I’m ace/aro.
dude: *purposely doesn’t leave*
me: I’m not into dudes 

This happens way too much to people whether LGBT+, straight, undecided, etc. It’s one of those facepalm, awkward moments that you wish would only stay in fictional universes. About a month ago, I was sitting at a coffee shop, revising my manuscript, when suddenly a guy comes over and plops himself down on the seat next to me. When he popped the question of “Hey, wanna go out?” I froze. Anxiety kicked in. The first thing I thought of was to just leave the table, but instead I blurted out: “I’m ace/aro!” 

For a few minutes the guy wouldn’t leave and it got extremely awkward. The awkward that makes you want to binge watch Awkward on MTV. I explained to him what being ace/aro meant. He nodded, and said he already knew all about the LGBT+ community and “our kind”. Excuse me? Completely disgusted with his elitist personality I gave him a look, turned around and said, “It means I’m not into dudes. kthxbye!”

As someone who just discovered their asexuality, I’ve noticed a ton of negativity about the overall definition of being ace/aro. So here I go, trying to shine some positive arrows of light on this whole issue. 

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You're Going to Be Okay

By Rosie

Dear Me,

When you were little, you had this vague vision of what your life would be like based on experience to that time: You would be popular, pretty, lauded for your brains, loved by all, chased by boys, and occasionally chastised by teachers for letting them kiss you.

By now you know that this snapshot of first-grade life was not meant to provide a model for the future. Brains mean less and less to the world as years go by, looks more and more, and you don’t quite measure up, do you? From the mega-crush on Joe O. in the sixth grade (keeping hope alive in spite of the fact that Marie E. was just the cutest thing anyone had ever seen and she was his—and everyone’s—first choice) to the first day of seventh when Diana D. walked into English class, her hair a cascade of golden waves, her clothes expensive, her attitude that perfect blend of friendly (to the right people) and aloof (to everyone else), it’s become more and more clear that you are not going to be the girl everyone loves and lauds and asks to the dance.

And bad things have happened. A lot of them. And you’ve survived, but you’re in shock. And that shock—and the failure of the system to help you deal with and recover from it—means that you’re coping in the only way you know how. You’re out there searching for someone to love you—for that one person the movies and books have taught you is out there waiting. Right now you are wasting (I’m sorry, but it’s true) all your love and kisses and beauty and dignity on a guy who will use you when it’s convenient, ridicule you when it suits him, and eventually participate with other “friends” in utterly humiliating you in a statement that says loudly and once and for all, “You don’t belong. You never did.”

And in your darkest hours (this being one of many life will bring) strangers will appear. Not the kind you’ve encountered in the past who want to “help” you back to their place so you can “help” them. But kind, caring people who will find you alone and soaked to the bone clutching a duffel of the stuff your “friends” tossed out onto the lawn and covered in toothpaste because it’s all you have, and they’ll take you home and treat you like a child again. They’ll bathe you and feed you and surround you with love and security, and they’ll give you hope you’ll carry with you forever.

And in other dark hours, when people have hurt you, it will be people who help you. Friends, family, strangers. People you love. People you don’t even like. People you will never meet in person. Friends you might never touch. Strangers you might never know exist. You’ll learn that you’re an introvert who needs time to herself, but that ultimately it’s people—not things, never things—that make life worth living. It’s love felt, imagined, or hoped for, even among the pain and disappointment and downright heartbreak.

None of it comes easy—not for us, anyway, but I suspect it’s true for most people. But the trials are made bearable—and the victories more triumphant—because of the people we allow into our lives. And while there will be those who hurt and disappoint, your life will be full of so many wonderful people who inspire and support you, who buoy you up when you’re sinking beneath the waves, who love you and make you feel worthy of that love—and who are worthy of your love and energies.

So that’s my message to you today: You will find the love you seek, but not where you seek it. You’ll find it by letting it in—even when you feel like you don’t deserve it. One of the hardest things we can do is to learn to love ourselves and to feel like we deserve love, and as I write, I’m still working on those things, but you? All you need to do is sit back and let it happen. Let them love you and love them back and delight in all that results.

You’re going to be ok.

- Rosie